Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

After the banquet, Madam Xie walked out of the flower hall, rubbing her forehead. She had drunk a few cups of wine that day and now had a bit of a headache.

The servants immediately brought over the hangover soup that had been prepared. She took a sip, and then a maid came to report that the young master had returned to his courtyard after his meal. Perhaps he was drunk, because he looked a little tipsy when he left, and his face was flushed.

Madam Xie frowned. "How much did you drink?"

"This servant doesn't know. I heard from the servant that the young masters at the banquet took turns toasting the young master, but he couldn't refuse several cups." The maid described, "When he went back, he was a little unsteady on his feet, and the maid who was serving him had to help him back."

Madam Xie hummed in agreement, but her expression did not relax.

"Go and tell the kitchen to cook a bowl of hangover soup and send it to his yard."

The maid responded and left, heading towards the kitchen.

After the banquet ended, the chores in each courtyard actually increased. Several masters requested soup and snacks, and the maids were busy preparing them.

Su Wanwan squatted down in front of the stove to add firewood, the flames licking the bottom of the pot, making her cheeks glow red.

The maid lifted the curtain and came in, bringing with her a cool breeze. "Granny Gui, the madam said to cook a bowl of hangover soup and send it to the young master."

Upon catching a certain word, Su Wanwan jumped up.

After giving her instructions, the maid didn't linger. The nanny cooked the food and put it in a food box, intending to deliver it, but Su Wanwan stepped forward and took it from her fingers. "Let me do it, nanny. You're busy. I'll deliver it for you."

Granny Gui glanced at her but did not refuse.

Su Wanwan had been working in the kitchen for several years and was a quick-witted and sensible young maid.

"Okay, go ahead."

Su Wanwan carried the food box out of the kitchen, her steps much faster than usual.

The secret expectation she held in her heart swelled up warmly, as if a match had been added.

As she passed through the covered walkway, she subconsciously raised her hand to tidy her hair, then glanced down at her clothes. Seeing that there were no particularly noticeable stains on her body, she pursed her lips slightly nervously, gripped the handle of the food box tightly, and went inside.

A servant boy was standing at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Stop." The servant reached out to stop her, looking her up and down. "What are you doing here?"

Su Wanwan stopped and tried to make her voice sound as steady as possible. "Madam asked me to bring the young master some hangover soup."

The servant frowned, seemingly hesitant.

The prince ordered that no one be allowed to approach, but it was the lady's order... If the lady found out and blamed him, he would certainly not escape the punishment.

Su Wanwan stood still and didn't say anything more. She simply lifted the food box up so that the other person could see the kitchen markings on it.

After a moment of silence, the servant finally stepped aside, making a small opening, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up, put the things down and come out."

Su Wanwan nodded and stepped over the door.

The candle in the square was still lit, and the flickering light and shadows inside could be faintly seen.

She carried the food box up the steps and was about to knock on the door.

A voice came from inside the house.

The sound was extremely soft and faint, somewhat like a cat's meow. Su Wanwan's hand froze in mid-air, her expression puzzled, and she remained silent for a moment.

The next moment, the voice rang out again, this time drawn out, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a hint of sobbing.

Su Wanwan's face paled as she stared in surprise at the tightly closed door. She instinctively took a step back, and once again heard the soft, continuous sobbing coming from inside the room, mixed with the man's low, restrained groans.

Su Wanwan's breathing became erratic. She froze, afraid to move, lest she disturb the people inside.

The sounds were clearly those of a man and a woman doing something inside the tent.

But then another alluring female voice... Su Wanwan couldn't help but recall the exceptionally pure and beautiful girl who had once been in the prince's room. She and the prince were very close, and they could even dine together.

The handle of the food box cast a deep shadow in my palm.

She glanced down and suddenly realized that her earlier expectation was ridiculously absurd.

Young Master is in such a state, why would he need to sober up?

The sound in the room rose a little higher, like a violin string suddenly taut and snapped, the lingering sound trembling and dissipating in the air.

Su Wanwan realized what was happening and quickly took several steps back before turning around. She was walking very fast and almost tripped on the steps.

The servant at the courtyard gate saw her come out, still carrying the food box, and asked with a puzzled look, "Why did you bring it up again?"

Su Wanwan paused, handed him the food box, and said quickly with her head down, "The young master is probably asleep and hasn't responded. Please give it to him when he wakes up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickened her pace and left almost as if fleeing.

The servant stared at her hurried departure, utterly perplexed.

*

When Qi Yang woke up, it was already dawn.

She first felt a headache and subconsciously tried to touch it. As soon as she touched her body, she gasped slightly. Her whole body felt weak and sore, and it seemed as if her bones were aching.

As her consciousness gradually returned, she could clearly feel something binding her waist so tightly that she could hardly breathe.

She looked down and saw a strong arm wrapped around her waist, with an undeniable possessiveness.

At this moment, below her arms, she was completely naked, with crimson marks covering her chest, waist, and even below.

Qi Yang froze completely.

Yesterday's memories gradually returned. She remembered how she drank that cup of tea and her body started to feel strange, how Shen Hengzhi brought her back and placed her in the bathtub, and how she took the initiative in front of Shen Hengzhi...

Her eyes slowly moved upwards, and what came into view was the man's strong, broad shoulders and narrow waist, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his breathing steady and long.

Looking further up, the familiar face had its eyes closed and was still asleep.

Qi Yang's face turned pale instantly, and her brain felt like it had been exploded.

She was a control group, and she slept with the male lead.

Qi Yang trembled slightly, but dared not move, because if she moved, the restraints around her waist would tighten even more.

"System... I think I've messed up." Qi Yang stammered.

The system wasn't often online, but it would appear immediately whenever the host needed it. Sure enough, after logging in and observing Qi Yang's current situation, the system exclaimed in shock: "How come you're in bed with the male lead?"

Qi Yang was on the verge of tears: [It's a long story.]

The system felt that its data was somewhat disordered. It remained silent for a few seconds, watching the replay of this world it had detected.

The male protagonist fell in love with the control group, slept with them, and was overheard by the female protagonist at the door.

system:……

If the male and female protagonists in a sweet romance novel don't end up together, can it still be called a sweet romance novel?

Qi Yang felt its silence was deafening. Helpless, she said, "Say something!"