Ji Sang was completely puzzled by this barrage of three consecutive questions.

Is this a script?

Are they filming a movie?

Then where’s the camera?

Ji Sang instinctively scanned her surroundings but couldn’t find any camera positions. So it wasn’t a movie shoot! What could this possibly mean? Did she follow a trend and… time travel?

Did she travel and end up in the body of this girl also named Ji Sang?!

When Ji Sang’s thoughts wandered, she would instinctively bite her fingernails. When her gaze once again met the man in front of her, she saw that his already icy cold expression had become even more gloomy, like a bucket of ice-cold water poured down on a December day, sending shivers down her spine.

Ji Sang couldn’t bring herself to utter a single word that had been stuck in her throat.

The man shook his wide sleeves, giving off an appearance that he didn’t want to bother with her. He exited the room first.

Ji Sang: “…”

After standing there dumbfounded for a while, she followed after him, silently deciding to observe the situation for now.

——

Ji Sang hurriedly followed behind the man, realizing only now that he was incredibly tall and had unusually long legs. When he took a step, she had to almost jog to keep up with him.

She had no idea who dressed her in the dress she was wearing. The skirt was big and long, ill-fitting and cumbersome. She kept accidentally stepping on it. She was already being cautious, but it seemed that the ground had been wet from yesterday’s rain. Her foot slipped, and she lunged forward…

She exclaimed, “Ah…”

By the time she reacted, she tightly held onto the man’s lower abdomen for support, her body suspended in mid-air above the damp ground. If it weren’t for the man in front of her, she feared she would have had direct intimate contact with the ground.

But in this tilted position, it wasn’t easy for her to quickly stand up.

“Let go!” Wen Jian’s voice was deep and his entire back instantly tensed up.

“I… I didn’t mean to. It’s because the skirt is too long.” Ji Sang explained, her words rushed as she anxiously grabbed onto him to stabilize herself. She wasn’t sure where she grabbed him, but she felt his aura instantly turn colder.

Ji Sang quickly regained her footing.

Wen Jian seemed to take a deep breath, not even glancing at her, and swiftly entered the main room. His hands, which were originally behind him, were now held formally in front of him. A hint of unusual redness appeared on his cold and pale cheek, whether from annoyance or embarrassment, it was unclear.

Ji Sang followed Wen Jian and respectfully served tea to her parents-in-law, listening to their instructions. It was at this moment that she finally remembered.

She!

She had transmigrated!

She had transmigrated into a novel she had read just a couple of days ago.

In the book, the Ji family and the Wen family are neighbors. Ji Sang’s birth mother passed away, and her father remarried and had another daughter, Ji Chunhua. Wen Jian, the only son of the Wen family, was tall and handsome, known throughout the village for his good looks and extensive knowledge. All the eligible girls in the village rushed to propose marriage to the Wen family.

Ji Sang’s stepmother had long been optimistic about her own daughter, and secretly made a deal with Wen Jian’s mother. As long as Ji Chunhua married into the Wen family, she was willing to provide a generous dowry. Despite Wen Jian’s good looks, his family had depleted their wealth to support his education. With the upcoming examination in four years, Wen’s parents agreed to the marriage, but Wen Jian unexpectedly refused.

He would rather go hunting in the mountains than follow the traditional path of marrying.

However, the Wen family had already secretly taken money from the Ji family. What could be done about this? It was Ji Chunhua who came up with the idea that once the rice was cooked, it would be impossible for Wen Jian to refuse.

The elders of the Wen and Ji families conspired together, and Wen Jian was indeed drugged. Ji Chunhua happily waited to be called into the Wen family, but Ji Sang entered Wen Jian’s room ahead of her.

Ji Sang resented her stepmother and father’s favoritism, so she devised this plan. She only wanted to change her own destiny! Ji Chunhua’s mother was planning to marry her off to the Niu family in the village, and the bride price that should have belonged to her would become the dowry sent to the Wen family!

She refused to marry into that family under any circumstances.

That day, although Ji Sang shared a room with Wen Jian, he did not touch her. Wen Jian punished her by making her carry cold water all night and she soaked in the cold water barrel all night…

Ji Sang decided to read this book solely because the protagonist shared the same name as her. After reading the first few chapters, she cursed at the foolishness of the book’s Ji Sang, wondering why she would carry cold water all night? Get into bed! Sleep with the male lead! Did she forget her purpose of entering the male lead’s room? !

Could it be that because she retorted, she ended up marrying the male lead when she transmigrated?!

Damn it!

What kind of world is this?!

Ji Sang only read the beginning, and the rest was completely blacked out.

Looking at the Wen family, they were so poor that even the newly arranged house looked old and dilapidated. There was a bed against the wall, and her dressing table was placed next to it. It was called a dressing table, but it was really just a low table to put things on…

On the opposite side of the bed was a desk with bamboo slips. Faced with such a mess, how would she survive in the days to come?

…

“You’ve sighed for the tenth time today.”

Wen Jian, sitting at the desk, held a pen in his hand and quickly copied something, without raising his head, he reminded her.

Ji Sang sat in front of the dressing table, her small hand propping up her chin, lost in thought. Startled by the voice that suddenly came from beside her, she looked at Wen Jian and said, “Oh, could you step out for a moment? I need to change clothes.”

Wen Jian’s eyes casually glanced at her, still wearing the same red wedding gown from last night. His lips slightly parted, “We are newlyweds. If I stand outside alone, it will only worry our parents.”

“You can rest assured.”

“Even if you strip naked in front of me, I won’t react.”

…