Quick Transmigration: My System is a Big Liar

"Xiao Lan, don't you want to know what else Bai Zhiqing said? If you don't want to know, then I won't say anything." Zhou Lingling felt that Jiang Lan was just pretending not to care, and every time she tried to find out about Bai Zhiqing.

"Really? Then don't say it. I'm not even familiar with him. I feel like throwing up every time I hear it." Jiang Lan said, clutching her chest as if she was about to vomit.

"Xiao Lan, don't you like Bai Zhiqing?" Zhou Lingling was somewhat incredulous, but she vaguely felt that everything had been out of her control since that morning.

"Who said I like him! I don't even know him well, okay! But Lingling, you keep mentioning Bai Zhiqing, do you have a crush on him? If you like him, go for it, don't use my name. Even though we're friends, I'll still get angry if you do this." Jiang Lan blinked her big eyes and said righteously.

Anyway, the original owner only said that he liked people who were as knowledgeable as Bai Zhiqing, but he never explicitly said that the person he liked was Bai Zhiqing.

Besides, the two had only met a few times, and those were all when there were events in the village. The place where the educated youth lived was more than half a village away from the Jiang family. In addition, the original owner didn't like to go out, so the two were not familiar with each other at all.

Zhou Lingling: "No, no, Xiao Lan, haven't you always liked Bai Zhiqing? Bai Zhiqing's hands were frostbitten, and you even asked me to deliver gloves and frostbite cream to her. Have you forgotten all that?"

Jiang Lan's eyes widened in disbelief. "Lingling, how can you talk nonsense? You borrowed the gloves and frostbite cream from me, saying you'd give me the money as payment for bringing them to you. How can you turn around and blame me now?"

"If you don't have the money to give me, just tell me. Consider those things as my wedding gift to you and Bai Zhiqing."

Old Mrs. Zhou, who was at work, was worried that her brat might be hiding something, so she used the excuse of going to the toilet to wait at the Jiang family's door. Who would have thought she would hear this?

Her family raised an ungrateful wretch, a traitor who eats their own flesh and blood.

At such a young age, she dared to run up debts to send things to some random man. Just like that damned man of hers, they're both ungrateful wretches.

Old Mrs. Zhou was furious. She rushed in, grabbed Zhou Lingling's hair, and pulled her out. "You slut, you ungrateful wretch! You're so young and you're already seeing other men. You're just like your heartless grandfather. You're both shameless."

When Zhou Lingling heard Jiang Lan's words, she was stunned for a moment. Just as she was about to retort, her hair was grabbed and pulled outwards with force, causing her to burst into tears and snot.

"Grandma, I didn't. Jiang Lan was just making things up," Zhou Lingling quickly explained.

But Old Mrs. Zhou wouldn't listen at all, and slapped her twice across the face, saying, "You bitch, you still want to lie to me."

"Grandma, I really didn't, Xiaolan, Xiaolan, please help me explain," Zhou Lingling cried.

"Grandma Zhou, Lingling and Bai Zhiqing are truly in love. Be gentle, you might soon have a great-grandchild to hold. Besides, Bai Zhiqing is from the city, a scholar, and handsome. Your grandson-in-law is one of a kind in our surrounding area. You should be happy." Jiang Lan, who was watching the show from the sidelines, was called over by Zhou Lingling, who wanted her to take the blame. No way.

Zhou Lingling likes Bai Xiuwen, right? She'll grant their wish and see if they can get into university in style, just like in her previous life.

"Aaaaah! Jiang Lan, you bitch, you're talking nonsense! I'm going to kill you!" Zhou Lingling shouted angrily when she heard Jiang Lan slander her innocence.

Upon hearing Jiang Lan's analysis, Old Lady Zhou's expression immediately brightened. She smiled and helped her granddaughter up, looking at her like she was looking at a lucky charm.

Although she hated city people, they were rich. As long as they gave her money, what did it matter if she married her worthless daughter to them?

Old Mrs. Zhou smiled broadly, her face now completely devoid of the ferocious look she had just displayed. She carefully supported Zhou Lingling, treating her like a precious, broken treasure.

"My dear granddaughter, come home with Grandma. Grandma will make you some brown sugar water."

Zhou Lingling swallowed reflexively when she heard the word "brown sugar water." "Grandma, there's nothing between me and Bai Zhiqing, really." She really wasn't pregnant.

Old Mrs. Zhou didn't listen to a word she said; she was only focused on planning how to make a fortune.

Jiang Lan smiled as she saw them off. She would be able to relax for a while again and hoped to hear good news from Zhou Lingling and Bai Zhiqing soon.

Because she was in a good mood, Jiang Lan cleaned the house inside and out, found her parents' and second brother's dirty clothes, and sat in the yard slowly rubbing them, humming an unknown tune.

After washing the clothes, I went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

I steamed a mixture of rice and corn, and cut a piece of cured meat and dried green beans from the wall to stew together.

I stir-fried some hot and sour shredded potatoes and made a cold shepherd's purse salad.

She picked the shepherd's purse from the ground in her space. It was tall and tender, unlike the ones outside, which were old and flowering before they were fully grown.

Finally, Jiang Lan made an egg drop soup.

As expected, Jiang Lan's cooking received constant praise from her parents. This time, her second brother didn't disagree with her and kept eating the food, clearly finding it very much to his liking.

From that day on, Jiang Lan took care of lunch and dinner at home. She didn't have to worry about breakfast because she couldn't get up.

In his spare time, he would use Ping An to find out about Zhou Lingling and Bai Xiuwen's whereabouts.

Two weeks later, in the evening, Jiang Lan was preparing dinner when Ping An suddenly appeared. [Host, Zhou Lingling has invited Bai Xiuwen to the Zhou family home for dinner.]

[This is probably a trap!] Jiang Lan laughed. Judging from Zhou Lingling's constant visits to the educated youth compound over the past two weeks, it seems that Old Lady Zhou can't wait any longer.

[Old Lady Zhou got her hands on that drug, planning to have Bai Xiuwen and Zhou Lingling have sex that night, forcing Bai Xiuwen to take responsibility.] Ping An's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Ping An, remember to remind me to watch the show when the time comes.

[Host, do you want to watch their live stream?] Ping An was a little conflicted. He was still a baby, so watching this might not be suitable for him! But if the host wanted to watch, he would watch with him!

It took Jiang Lan a while to understand what Ping An meant by "live broadcast." [Pah! Who wants to watch their live broadcast? I'd be afraid of getting a sty! I meant, remember to remind me when they're arguing.]

[Host, I understand.]

The next morning, while it was still pitch black outside, Jiang Lan was woken up by Ping An.

Jiang Lan opened her eyes and saw Zhou Jia's high-definition image appear in mid-air.

Zhou Lingling and Bai Xiuwen were cornered on the bed, with Zhou's wife and several others standing by the bedside. The doorway was crowded with people, all of whom were Zhou's neighbors, pointing and whispering about the two inside.