Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

Shen Hengzhi felt a slight tremor under his palm, but he misunderstood and thought she was nervous, so he softened his voice and said, "Don't be afraid, writing is not difficult."

He held her hand and wrote a word on the paper.

"Central".

Qi Yang recognized her name, but since the original owner of this body was illiterate, she didn't dare to break character for fear that Shen Hengzhi would notice something. So she asked疑惑地问道, "What character is this?"

"Yang." The word he uttered carried a strange, tender quality. "Your name."

Qi Yang gave a soft "oh".

"Did you see it clearly?" he asked softly.

Qi Yang nodded.

Shen Hengzhi released her hand. "Write it yourself."

Qi Yang paused for a few seconds, then forced himself to copy it, and as expected, it was crooked and messy.

Compared to the vigorous strokes above, it looks like scribbles.

"..."

Qi Yang glanced at him guiltily.

Shen Hengzhi pursed his lips, finding her gaze inexplicably amusing. He reassured her, "It's alright. It's your first time practicing calligraphy; you've already done very well."

Seeing Qi Yang hanging her head, looking seemingly annoyed, he coughed and asked again, "Would you like to learn to write?"

Qi Yang was afraid that he would think she was uncultured, so she nodded repeatedly, "I want to learn."

Seeing how eager she was to learn, Shen Hengzhi gave her a look that said, "She's a promising student." He handed her a piece of paper with the two people's handwriting on it and said, "Then write this character first, and show it to me when you're done."

Qi Yang responded and began writing intensively at the side desk in the study.

Shen Hengzhi turned the pages of the book, but his eyes kept unconsciously falling on her.

The girl looked lively and well-behaved, and Shen Hengzhi couldn't resist teaching her to write, since it would be quite boring for her to stay by his side.

So for the next few days, Qi Yang had an extra task: writing.

Shen Hengzhi would assign her several calligraphy practice sheets every day, asking her to copy his handwriting. After that, every day when Shen Hengzhi studied in the evening, she would hand in the previous day's homework, have him correct it, and then receive a new calligraphy practice sheet in return.

She found it interesting, though.

Unbeknownst to them, this became a tacit understanding between the two.

*

The next day, a message came from the old lady, asking Shen Hengzhi to come over.

The old lady is over seventy years old and holds an imperial title. She is the most senior member of the Marquis's household. She usually eats vegetarian food and recites Buddhist scriptures. However, due to her declining health in recent years, she does not pay much attention to household affairs.

Shen Hengzhi was her only grandson. Whenever he returned to the manor, the old lady would always call him over to ask him questions.

Shen Hengzhi changed his clothes and took Cheng'an to Danhe Hall, where the old lady lived.

Qi Yang naturally followed along.

She learns things quickly these days and is very clever, which has solidified her reputation as a personal maid.

Qi Yang quietly followed behind Shen Hengzhi, passing through the covered corridor, and arrived at the gate of Danhe Hall. Since the old lady's health deteriorated, she no longer liked to see people, so Cheng'an and Qi Yang were both stopped outside.

Shen Hengzhi was led inside. The old lady was reclining on the couch, having her maid massage her legs. When she saw him come in, she was overjoyed and said affectionately, "Hengzhi is here. Come and sit down."

Shen Heng stepped forward to greet her and sat down beside the old lady.

The old lady held his hand and talked on and on, and Shen Hengzhi answered her questions one by one. He was always respectful and gentle towards his grandmother.

"How is Grandmother feeling today?" he asked.

"Good, very good." The old lady smiled and patted his hand, then instructed a few maids to bring some tea and snacks.

The old lady chatted with Shen Hengzhi for a while, then suddenly asked, "Your mother said a few days ago that she wanted to find you a husband. What do you think?"

Shen Hengzhi picked up his teacup and calmly said, "Let's see how fate unfolds."

The old lady glanced at him, realizing that what he was saying was pointless. She sighed inwardly. Her grandson was good in every way, well-versed in classical texts since childhood, gentle and clear-headed, but his marriage was truly a cause for concern.

As she sighed, Shen Hengzhi's fingers, which were holding the teacup, paused slightly, and his gaze stopped.

Through the window, Cheng'an and Qi Yang were huddled together, whispering to each other, their voices so soft they dared not drift into the room.

As they spoke, the two of them suddenly burst into laughter in unison.

The girl's eyes curved like crescent moons, revealing her small, pearly teeth.

Perhaps afraid of being noticed by the people inside, the two carefully concealed their joyful expressions, each lowering their heads to hide it, but their happiness was still clearly revealed.

"Hengzhi?"

The old lady called out, and seeing him lost in thought, she followed his gaze and saw two ordinary servants, a man and a woman, standing quietly at the door with their heads down.

The old lady raised her voice slightly: "Hengzhi?"

Shen Hengzhi snapped out of his reverie and realized that he had been daydreaming. He put down his teacup and apologized, "Grandmother, I was rude."

The old lady looked at him, puzzled. "What were you thinking about just now? You seemed so focused."

Shen Hengzhi said without changing his expression, "Just now I was thinking that the osmanthus tree planted outside the door is really beautiful when it grows up, so I asked the servants to pick some and make osmanthus cakes. You and Mother both like them."

The old lady glanced at the osmanthus tree outside the door, smiled, and said, "You're right, then let's do as you say."

The old lady's attention was drawn to him, but Shen Hengzhi felt a little strange. He remembered how naturally Qi Yang and Cheng An laughed in the corridor just now, but Qi Yang, whom he faced, always kept her head down and looked very cautious.

It's as if he's become a completely different person.

As he pondered, Cheng An was a few years younger than him, but about the same age as Qi Yang.

Judging from their appearances, both of them are handsome and well-matched.

But Shen Hengzhi always felt a strange mix of emotions in his heart.

After spending some time with the old lady, Shen Hengzhi got up and returned to his own courtyard. On the way, the two of them quietly followed behind him, completely unlike their playful and lively selves from before.

Shen Hengzhi walked ahead in silence.

After a moment, he asked casually, "Anything interesting happening lately?"

Qi Yang, Cheng An: ?

The two looked at each other, both seeing confusion on each other's faces.

Cheng'an had grown up with Shen Hengzhi and knew his temperament quite well. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I heard that the flowers in the south of the city are in bloom, and many people have gone to admire them. Several of the maids from the old lady's courtyard went a few days ago and came back saying that the flowers were in beautiful bloom."

Shen Hengzhi gave a nonchalant "hmm," and said, "That's all?"

Cheng'an was also somewhat puzzled, and shook his head slightly, "This servant doesn't know..."

Shen Hengzhi paused, looked at Qi Yang, and casually asked, "How old are you this year?"

Qi Yang honestly answered, "Seventeen."

seventeen.

Cheng'an is also seventeen.

They are both seventeen.

The two of them standing together truly looked like a match made in heaven.

That indescribable feeling welled up in his heart again.

Shen Hengzhi withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward, his expression indifferent, revealing nothing.