Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 235

Su Yu was both ashamed and furious, humiliated to his core.

Where had she gotten such strength?!

Then the thought struck him—this Phoenix Princess was notorious for her martial skills, stealing away countless handsome men by force of arms.

Had she pretended to be drunk this time too, just to trick him into her bed?

His face flushed, then paled, then flushed again. He was about to scold her harshly when he noticed—

Ruan Tang had only nestled into his arms, found a comfortable position, and wrapped herself around him like a koala… before promptly falling back asleep.

Su Yu: “…”

The room fell quiet once more.

Suppressing the pain coursing through every nerve, Su Yu lowered his head and looked at her.

—She seemed like an entirely different person.

Her features hadn’t changed, yet the impression she gave was the exact opposite.

The old Ruan Tang, arrogant and vicious, had filled him with disgust—he hadn’t even wanted to look at her.

But this Ruan Tang… he couldn’t look away. He was entranced.

So he endured a night of pain, gritting his teeth, holding her in his arms without sleeping a single moment.

…

Ruan Tang woke to a faint scholarly scent lingering at the tip of her nose.

She blinked her eyes open, and the first thing she saw was the slightly open collar revealing a beautiful collarbone.

Above that, a pale, slender neck, the faint rise of an Adam’s apple, a sharply cut jawline.

And higher still—

Her eyes lit up with delight.

Those pale golden eyes—so much like the Lord God’s!

She had finally found her mission target!

She was just about to speak when she was pushed away.

The force was feather-light, more like a touch than a shove.

But the voice that followed was icy cold.

“You’re finally awake. Then I can leave now, can’t I?”

He didn’t wait for her answer, already struggling to his feet.

Because of his crippled leg, getting up was difficult, his movements stiff and halting. He gripped the window frame, his face drained of color, teeth clenched as he dragged himself along.

On the surface he seemed composed, but inside he was drowning in loathing for himself.

—He should have pretended to stay asleep! To let her see him in such a pitiful state… she would be disappointed for sure.

Would she despise him for being a cripple?

Of course she would.

He was useless. So better to let her see it clearly now. She’d abandon him sooner or later anyway…

A sharp pang clenched at his chest, so brutal he nearly cried out.

He thought he had grown used to the agony after suffering all night.

But no—it could still get worse.

He suddenly clenched his fist, nails biting deep into his palm, nearly breaking skin.

The next second, a small warm hand covered his own.

Then a soft, sweet-smelling body pressed against him.

Ruan Tang wrapped her arms around his waist, and with a burst of inner strength, she lifted him as if he weighed nothing, settling him smoothly into the wheelchair.

She looked up with a bright, sweet smile, waiting for praise.

“Well? Isn’t Tangtang amazing?”

She lifted a tiny pink fist and proudly flexed her slender pale arm.

“See? I’m strong, aren’t I? Hehe…”

Su Yu stared at her in a daze, words failing him completely.

Ruan Tang waved her hand in front of his face. “What’s wrong? Still half-asleep?”

Snapping back to himself, Su Yu quickly turned his head away. The tips of his jade-pale ears were flushed red.

His heartbeat was in complete chaos.

Then Ruan Tang asked in a cheerful, almost teasing tone:

“By the way, you look so much like an old friend of mine. Could you tell me your name?”

The redness drained from Su Yu’s face, leaving him deathly pale.

So… she truly didn’t remember him.

Bitterness surged in his chest.

His voice turned cold: “There’s no need. The Phoenix Princess hardly needs to know my name.”

He wheeled himself toward the door, but Ruan Tang rushed to block him.

“Wait—are you the husband I stole back from someone else?”

A flicker of anger flashed in Su Yu’s eyes.

She dared compare him to those frivolous male concubines of hers?

He glared at her furiously—only to see her tug open her collar slightly, revealing the faint imprint of a man’s lips pressed against her skin.

—Clearly a man’s kiss mark.

Left deliberately, in such a place, for someone to see.

Su Yu’s expression turned black. He brushed aside her hand and left without looking back.

Ruan Tang stood frozen in place, utterly baffled.

“Huh? Did I say something wrong?”

…

Su Yu left the hall and wandered aimlessly for a long while before it dawned on him—

The Hall of Purity and Rectitude was his residence. Why should he be the one to leave?

If anyone had to go, it should be Ruan Tang.

Didn’t she already have an entire courtyard of pretty playthings? Didn’t she always haunt the Pleasure Hall? What business did she have in his cold, lifeless palace?

Yet he still didn’t dare turn back, afraid of running into her again.

So he lingered stubbornly in the garden, letting the cold night air seep into his bones, until finally, pale-faced and coughing, he returned.

His little servant hurried up to help, carefully waiting on him.

But when he saw his master’s expression darker than usual, he didn’t dare breathe a word, only helped him change out of the robe dampened by dew.

The young master was beautiful, but withdrawn. Sometimes he would sit before the window all day without speaking a word—it wasn’t unusual.

But today, the young master spoke first.

“She left?”

The boy blinked, confused. “Master, who do you mean?”

Su Yu turned his face aside, his tone awkward.

“Ruan Tang.”

The servant gasped. How dare the young master speak the Phoenix Princess’s name so casually!

“When I came in, the room was already empty. But… I did see someone who looked very much like the Phoenix Princess leaving…”

He sneaked a glance at Su Yu’s face, then cautiously added:

“Did the Princess stay over last night, and that’s why Master seems upset?”

The servant boy was only eleven or twelve, a personal attendant from Mo Kingdom who had served Su Yu since childhood.

He knew his master best, and pitied him most.

And he knew his master hated Ruan Tang with all his heart. So he clenched his little fists and cursed:

“Did that Phoenix Princess force you? How awful! She married you so long ago and never cared for you, and now suddenly she stays the night? What’s the meaning of that!”

Su Yu said nothing, letting the boy rant.

But when the child reached indignantly for the final words—“I hope she never comes again—”—

A sudden chill swept over him.

He looked up to find his master’s eyes glaring at him with a ferocity that made his blood run cold.

The servant fell silent at once.

Su Yu lowered his gaze again, his voice indifferent as he asked the one question everyone else already knew, but he alone had never been told.

“Where did Ruan Tang get drunk last night?”

His master… was concerned about the Phoenix Princess’s whereabouts?

Though startled, the boy still answered bitterly:

“Where else? Of course at Green Willow Courtyard. That’s the brothel she always goes to.” (t/n: “Green Willow Courtyard” is a poetic name for a brothel, commonly used in Chinese historical settings. In many romance and palace-intrigue novels, a princess or prince’s visits to such places are shorthand for scandal, recklessness, or obsession.)

“They say the courtesan there must be incredibly beautiful. The Princess has gone every day for nearly half a month and hasn’t even seen her once, but still she goes. Quite the change from her usual ways—almost… devoted.”

Crack.

Su Yu crushed the porcelain teacup in his hand, expression blank.

The boy jumped in alarm.

“Master! Your hand—your hand!”

Blood seeped from between his pale, slender fingers.