Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

With this source of income cut off, Qi Yang couldn't help but feel somewhat frustrated.

Suppressing her worries, she carried a full basket of freshly picked wild fruits and herbs toward the village.

Before she even reached her doorstep, Qi Yang paused, then inexplicably turned a corner and headed towards the school.

Driven by selfish motives, she wanted to give these things to Lin Huaixu.

As I walked to the school gate, the huge courtyard was deserted. It was the weekend, and the usual sound of students reading aloud had all disappeared. The office doors and windows were also tightly closed, and there was no one in sight.

Qi Yang looked around the window to make sure no one was inside before following the direction she remembered and finding her way to the teachers' dormitory.

Everything was quiet, and the dormitory door was tightly closed.

Qi Yang took a step forward, tentatively raised her hand and knocked, softly calling out, "Teacher Lin?"

no respond.

Qi Yang was puzzled. Lin Huaixu had no relatives or friends in the village, so where could he have gone? Could it be that he went to town?

Just when Qi Yang thought he had missed his target, the tightly closed wooden door in front of him suddenly creaked open from the inside.

Lin Huaixu stood at the door.

Qi Yang looked at him in surprise, "Teacher Lin, so you were here."

Lin Huaixu remained silent. Qi Yang looked up and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The man's hair was slightly disheveled, and he had taken off his glasses, which he always wore, revealing his strong, defined features. His eyes were a little red at the corners, and his pupils were covered with a thin layer of moisture.

A faint smell of alcohol wafted over, and Qi Yang's eyes widened slightly as she instinctively asked, "You've been drinking?"

Lin Huaixu narrowed his eyes slightly. He was still a little groggy from just waking up and his eyes were not yet adjusted to the light. His long eyelashes trembled a few times, and his hazy vision focused on the girl in front of him.

Upon seeing who it was, the young man's cold demeanor softened instantly, his eyes became gentle, and his voice was inexplicably hoarse, "Why are you here?"

Qi Yang raised her hand and gently held up the small bamboo basket filled with wild fruits. "I picked some wild fruits on the mountain and brought some to you."

Lin Huaixu's gaze followed her movements and swept over the bamboo basket, which was filled with bright and plump fruits. He belatedly reached out and took them, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the girl's palm, the warm touch flashing by.

Qi Yang paused, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Lin Huaixu took it without saying anything, just quietly looking at her.

Qi Yang was certain that he had drunk too much. Normally, he would have thanked her gently, but at this moment the man stood silently, his gaze fixed on her, his dark eyes churning with indescribable emotions.

A sense of oppression followed.

She said somewhat awkwardly, "Then you should get some rest. I'll head back now..."

Qi Yang took a small step back and was about to turn around when her wrist was suddenly gripped by a warm force.

Qi Yang looked over in a daze, and the next moment, she saw Lin Huaixu exert a little force, and she was unexpectedly pulled into the house by him.

Qi Yang stumbled and fell forward, her nose brushing against the man's chest.

The door behind her was closed, cutting off the outside light.

The room was simply furnished, filled with the cool, masculine scent of a man. His tall figure leaned slightly closer, and his aura carried a faint hint of alcohol.

Qi Yang looked up at him, her eyes wide open.

Without the glasses to conceal his face, his features were fully revealed, revealing a clean and sharp handsomeness typical of a young man.

Qi Yang then realized that he was really young.

Lin Huaixu lowered his eyes, his hazy gaze fixed on her small face, his eyes sweeping over her slightly startled brows and gently pursed lips.

His eyes welled up with emotions he usually suppressed.

Qi Yang had nowhere left to retreat. Her back was pressed against the cold earthen wall, trapped between the wall and Lin Huaixu's embrace. The oppressive feeling in the cramped space made her heart tighten.

Qi Yang raised her hand and gently pushed him against his chest, her voice trembling slightly: "Teacher Lin, you're drunk..."

Lin Huaixu grasped her hand, rubbed it in his palm a few times, stared intently at her face, and murmured softly:

"Why did I dream about you again today?"

Qi Yang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

He was treating himself as a dream.

She paused, then tentatively asked in a soft voice, "Teacher Lin, do you often dream about me?"

Lin Huaixu, completely unguarded, readily replied, "Yes, many times."

Qi Yang asked curiously, "So what did you dream about me about?"

Lin Huaixu paused for a few seconds, his eyelashes lowered as if he were recalling something, before speaking softly, "I'll teach you how to study."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Teacher Lin is such a serious person; he even dreams about teaching.

Before she could even catch her breath, she was lifted up, and the man continued, "Besides teaching you academics, I also taught you some other things."

"......What?"

Lin Huaixu's gaze slowly moved down, landing on her crimson lips. The flush in his eyes deepened, and his aura suddenly tightened.

Qi Yang sensed something was wrong and felt uneasy, so she tried to turn away.

But the drunken young man instinctively leaned forward, pressed his face against hers, and began to gently suckle.

Qi Yang's mind went blank for a moment, and she froze on the spot, her hands pressed against his chest.

The man kissed her earnestly, and the smell of alcohol on the tip of his nose became even stronger.

Seemingly not sensing her response, Lin Huaixu looked up, his expression puzzled: "Didn't I already teach you last time?"

"..." Qi Yang opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But when he saw her open her mouth, he immediately came closer, this time his tongue darting in and teasing her lips and tongue.

Qi Yang stammered as she tried to speak, but the next moment, a large hand gripped the back of her head, pressing her even deeper against itself, the movement carrying a long-suppressed desire.

This was the first time Qi Yang had seen him with such an aggressive look. Her fingers trembled, unsure of where to put them. In the end, she gripped the man's shirt tightly, creating several wrinkles.

After a long while, the man finally relaxed.

Qi Yang's legs went weak from his kisses, and she practically clung to him. In her dazed state, she heard the man chuckle softly and nod to himself, "That's more like it."

...

By the time I got home, it was already evening.

Night fell quietly, and the Qi family's courtyard was illuminated by the faint glow of kerosene lamps.

As soon as Qi Yang stepped through the courtyard gate, Dong Yuehua greeted her with a hint of anxiety in her eyes, looking her up and down. "Yangyang, where have you been? Why have you been gone for so long?"

Qi Yang took off the bamboo basket from her body. "I'm going to gather herbs."

Upon hearing this, Dong Yuehua responded softly, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something but couldn't, and she remained silent for a long time.

The next second, Qi Rongguang walked out of the main room, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, his face gloomy and full of hostility. He grabbed Qi Yang's arm with his rough hand, the force so strong it hurt.

"Honey, stop! This is unacceptable!" Dong Yuehua was so frightened that her face turned pale. She rushed forward to pull him away, her eyes red-rimmed.

Qi Rongguang impatiently shoved her away: "Get out! I've raised her for twenty years, she should repay me!"

Qi Yang's back stiffened, her wet eyes showing a hint of stubbornness. "What do you want to do?"

Qi Rongguang said matter-of-factly, "You will come with me to the Miao family and marry into their family in place of your sister."

As he spoke, he sneered, "Your sister ran away. You are the daughter I raised. When the family is in trouble, you should know how to contribute. Child, don't blame me. Blame your sister."