Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

After several days of wandering, Qi Yang finally settled down. She locked the door, put down her package, and the first thing she did was rush into the bathroom and scrub herself three times.

Qi Yang came out wearing a clean towel and carefully dried her wet long hair.

The small room in the guesthouse was tiny, barely big enough to fit a single bed and an old wooden table, and it was a bit cramped to even turn around. But compared to the Qi family home, Qi Yang felt it was hundreds of times better.

Qi Yang slowly walked to the bedside, opened the package that she had been protecting so carefully, and took out the contents.

She brought very few things with her, mostly clean clothes and shoes that Lin Huaixu had bought for her, a pile of heavy books, and a medicine box.

After going through those items, there was nothing else.

Qi Yang squatted by the bed and took out the money she had on her body from the seam of her clothes. A stack of crumpled banknotes was enough for her to live in Haishi for several months without starving to death.

She stared at the stack of money for a moment, lost in thought.

At first, even she herself forgot where the money came from.

Later, as I slowly recalled the events, I was able to piece together the memories.

This was the reward Lin Huaixu gave her when the village was compiling statistics on educational assistance earlier. At that time, Qi Jing had just escaped and the matter had been exposed. In her panic, she didn't even know where she had put the money.

Things were rushed, and I never expected to need them again later.

Qi Yang's fingertips tightened slightly; in the end, she still couldn't help Lin Huaixu finish the task.

She said "I'm sorry" in her heart.

I wonder what Lin Huaixu will do when he finds out she escaped.

She didn't even have a chance to say hello to him.

All along the way, he had only been focused on escaping, his nerves were on edge, and he didn't even have a moment to catch his breath. Now that he had a place to stay, the emotions that Qi Yang had forcibly suppressed in his heart couldn't help but surge up again.

The night outside the window was already dark, and the small guesthouse room was lit with a dim yellow light. From the alley outside, the intermittent sounds of pedestrians' footsteps and the jingling of bicycles could still be heard.

I don't know where the broadcast came from, but it drifted over leisurely, a vibrant and lively nighttime sound belonging to a big city.

If this were Qingya Village, it would be completely silent by now.

There are no lights or neon signs in the mountains, and no broadcasts. As soon as the sun sets, every household turns off their lights and goes to bed early, so there's no talk of nightlife.

Qi Yang was exhausted. She lay down on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep amidst the noisy broadcast.

My body is exhausted, but my mind is a mess.

In her dream, she returned to that small, simple bedroom in Qingya Village.

It was the night before their escape.

The sound of Qi Rongguang pacing back and forth could be heard outside the door, clear and jarring even through the thin curtain.

Qi Rongguang had already learned his lesson from Qi Jing once, so he dared not relax for a moment tonight. Qi Yang would be sent to the Miao family early tomorrow morning. He was too lazy to even prepare a banquet, and he just wanted to push away this hot potato that was going to make up for the dowry.

But once she entered the Miao family's gate, it would be even more difficult for her to escape.

Qi Yang felt heavy-hearted, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly. In her panic, she suddenly touched a bulging piece of paper inside her clothes. She paused, then took the thing out.

It was a cowhide envelope filled with a stack of banknotes.

She was stunned for a long time before she slowly remembered where the money came from.

Qi Yang's heart was pounding. Without much hesitation, she got up quietly, moved to the small bed against the wall, and gently nudged Qi An.

The little girl wasn't fast asleep yet, and looked at her with her round eyes: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Qi Yang reached out and ruffled her hair. It was pitch black all around. She lowered her head and said in a very low voice, "An'an, don't make a sound. I'll tell you something later."

Qi An immediately pursed her lips obediently and nodded vigorously.

Although Qi An was not very old, he was much more mature than Qi Tianci, who cried all day long. His father wanted to send his eldest and second eldest sisters to the Miao family one after another.

Although she didn't quite understand, she could tell that this wasn't a good thing.

Qi Yang raised her finger and pointed to the old window high up in the room. The window glass was covered with dust all year round, making it cloudy and blurry, and the window frame was also rusty.

Fortunately, no one in the village thought of installing security windows.

"My sister is going to climb out of this window later. Don't be afraid, and don't tell anyone, okay?"

Qi An followed her gaze to the tall window, her small body trembling slightly, her soft voice tinged with unease, "Then... are you leaving too, sister?"

Qi Yang remained silent for a moment.

"Will you come back?" Qi An then asked.

Qi Yang pursed her lips and shook her head: "My sister isn't coming back."

Seeing the tears welling up in Qi An's eyes, Qi Yang quickly reached out and hugged the little girl, softly promising, "Although I won't be coming back to this house, I'll come back and get you once I've established myself outside, okay?"

Qi An looked up and asked with a nasal tone, "Really?"

Qi Yang nodded firmly: "Really, when has your sister ever lied to you?"

Qi An nodded his head twice heavily.

Qi Yang lowered her voice and gently instructed, "You're young. No matter how domineering Qi Rongguang is, he can't arrange a marriage for you. If he really has the idea of ​​selling you, go to the school and find Teacher Lin. He's a good teacher and will definitely help you. Remember that?"

Qi An nodded earnestly, memorizing every word.

Outside, Dong Yuehua's voice came, hoarse and tired: "Honey, go back inside. Don't block the door. The child isn't a criminal."

Qi Rongguang snorted coldly, "I'll stay up all night even if I don't sleep, just to prevent these ingrates from causing me any more trouble."

Suddenly, a deafening cry came from inside the house.

"What's wrong now? Why are you crying again?" Qi Rongguang frowned impatiently, but still stood up to check, not forgetting to instruct Dong Yuehua, "You stay here and keep watch."

It turned out that Qi Tianci had tried to grab the money jar on the cabinet, but the jar hit him on the head, and in a short while, a bump had appeared on the child's forehead.

"You spineless coward, daring to steal money from me!" Qi Rongguang kicked him, "What are you crying for, you dignified man...?"

The cries and the man's roars came through the wall, drowning out the creaking of the iron bars. Qi Yang stepped onto a stool, threw her bundle out first, sat by the window, and looked back at Qi An one last time.

She blocked most of the window, making the room completely dark.

Qi Yangchong said to her, "Wait for your sister."

Then, Qi Rongguang's voice came closer, as if he had carried Qi Tianci into the main room, muttering, "One day after another, not one of them gives me any peace of mind!"

Qi Yang didn't linger and jumped down.

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