Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

Qi Yang held Qi An's small hand, looked away, and said, "Ignore him."

Qi An obediently followed her sister.

Seeing that neither of them paid any attention to him, Qi Tianci felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. However, he had just been scolded and dared not act rashly. But being ignored like this made him feel ashamed, so he could only stomp his foot and say, "What's so great about you?"

Qi Yang turned to leave, but found the young man still standing beside her. Their eyes met, and Lin Huaixu spoke first, "Be careful on the road."

Qi Yang stopped in her tracks and gave a soft "hmm".

Not long ago, the two had just made an agreement, but now, standing together, the young man was dressed in a clean and refined white outfit, while the girl was wearing clothes that her older sister had discarded. She was smaller, and the clothes were a bit loose on her, clearly not fitting her properly.

Lin Huaixu withdrew his gaze from Qi Yang's soft, downy face, then looked at Qi An and gently instructed, "An'an, hold your sister's hand tightly on the way."

Qi An nodded obediently, "Goodbye, Teacher Lin."

The two sisters walked slowly home along the country dirt road. Qi Tianci disappeared halfway there and ran off to play somewhere. Qi Yang was too lazy to catch him.

The fields on both sides of the road were a pale gold, cicadas chirped incessantly, and the warm wind rustled through the rice stalks, creating a symphony of sounds that made the countryside seem peaceful.

But this peace didn't last long, as a commotion suddenly broke out at the intersection ahead.

A group of young men walked towards us, arms around each other's shoulders, chatting and laughing.

They were all wearing faded old short-sleeved shirts with their trousers casually rolled up. Perhaps they had watched a few episodes of Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas on TV at the town's convenience store and were now imitating them, walking with a slouching gait, thinking they were very fashionable. In reality, their behavior was frivolous and they looked particularly ridiculous.

When Qi Yang saw who it was, she instinctively tightened her grip on Qi An's hand and moved her feet a little further to the inside of the field ridge. However, Zhou Shan, who was at the very front of the crowd, still saw her.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately shook off the arm of the person next to him and ran straight towards Qi Yang.

Qi Yang couldn't avoid him and found her path blocked. He stood in front of her, saying, "Qi Yang, I'm so glad to see you! I haven't seen you out and about lately, what have you been up to?"

Qi Yang glanced at him, her expression indifferent, "I have too much chores at home, just helping out."

The people living in this village rely on the mountains and the water for their livelihood. On weekdays, many people go up the mountain to dig up medicinal herbs and wild vegetables to sell for some money. At the same time, each household in the village has more than ten acres of land waiting to be cultivated, so there is really no time to relax.

But Zhou Shan was different. He was also the youngest boy in the family, pampered by his parents, and never had to do any housework at home. He was completely untouched by the world and could never understand the helplessness in her words.

Upon hearing this, he almost blurted out, "Why don't you just say you're not going to do it?"

Naïve and selfish.

Qi Yang lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the sarcasm in them.

Zhou Shan, completely oblivious to her expression, suddenly leaned closer curiously. "By the way, I heard from my mom that your sister is getting married soon. Is that true?"

Qi Yangdan responded calmly, "Mm."

"How much is the bride price?" Zhou Shan immediately asked.

Qi Yang raised her eyes and calmly asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"Hey, I was just asking casually. We're all from the same village, what's wrong with asking around?"

His purpose was very clear, and Qi Yang didn't expose him, but instead gave him a number.

Zhou Shan's smile froze instantly, and he gasped, "How much?"

He looked at him incredulously and said, "No way, how dare your family ask for so much? My family can't afford that!"

"When we get married, don't let your dad ask for such a high dowry. Let's keep it simple and not bother with all that fancy stuff."

Qi Yang looked puzzled: "When did I say I wanted to marry you?"

Zhou Shan was taken aback. He frowned, then said matter-of-factly, "How can it not be? Isn't this just how it is?"

Qi Yang's gaze grew even colder. "Who said that?"

Zhou Shan was about to blurt out that it was his parents who arranged it, but the words caught in his throat.

Qi Yang hadn't said anything; it was all his parents who told him. His mother had even specifically instructed him not to be too enthusiastic towards Qi Yang, but to keep her on tenterhooks and not to be too accommodating. That way, when it came time to discuss marriage, Qi Yang would be anxious, and the Qi family would be too embarrassed to ask for a high dowry, thus saving his family a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shan regained some confidence. "My parents said so, and your dad has tacitly agreed. Wasn't it just a matter of time?"

Qi Yang interrupted him directly, "I never agreed to that."

"Isn't marriage decided by parents? Even if you didn't agree, you still have to listen to your father in the end, right?" Hearing Qi Yang's words, Zhou Shan became a little anxious, and his nonchalant expression disappeared.

Qi Yang watched his reaction with a leisurely air. "Then let's give it a try."

The girl's voice was naturally beautiful, but every word she uttered was devoid of any emotion, leaving Zhou Shan stunned in place.

Admittedly, Zhou Shan liked Qi Yang's face. In this mountain, she was exceptionally fair-skinned and delicate, with a small nose. Even in simple clothes, she was so beautiful that it was hard to look away. Especially when she didn't speak, she looked like a clean and gentle little white flower.

But at this moment, this delicate little white flower in his eyes was looking at him coldly and mocking him.

Zhou Shan never imagined that Qi Yang would treat him this way. After all, he had long regarded Qi Yang as his wife, as if something had slipped out of his control.

This feeling reached its peak when Qi Yang walked right past him without even glancing at him. He felt a tightness in his chest and wanted to step forward and stop him.

But as soon as he took a step, a series of mocking voices came from behind him.

"Hey, Zhou Shan, what's going on?"

"We were just chatting happily a moment ago, why did you run away? Did that woman dump you?"

Zhou Shan abruptly stopped himself from chasing after her. The young man was proud and concerned about his image. He couldn't bring himself to coax Qi Yang in front of so many classmates.

He forced a smile, putting on a helpless expression. "What? I got dumped? Well, I've been out having fun every day lately and haven't had much time to pay attention to her. That little girl is so petty; she was throwing a tantrum at me just now."

He then returned to the crowd, saying nonchalantly, "Don't worry about her, let's do our own thing. She'll be fine on her own after a few days of ignoring her."

Seeing that the others' attention had been diverted, Zhou Shan slowly composed himself.

He was secretly certain that Qi Yang was just throwing a tantrum.

She's so afraid of her father, how could she dare not agree in the future?

Having figured this out, Zhou Shan regained his confidence. He decided to give it a try; he refused to believe that anyone could run away.