Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

She ate and then fell into a deep sleep. The next day, Xu's mother was relatively awake.

Wang Wanlian asked her to watch over Wang Erma, and then hurriedly went back to make breakfast.

I went back to my room and was surprised to find that the bed was still in good condition.

Wang Wanlian's face immediately fell.

Li Bing had been leaving early and returning late for the past few days, but he didn't come back last night.

She sat down on the stool, her face ashen.

"Why aren't you cooking? What are you doing standing here?!"

The mother-in-law walked in, frowning as she looked at Wang Wanlian.

"Why should I cook?!"

Having barely slept all night, and now seeing Li Bing not at home again, he was filled with suspicion and was incredibly annoyed.

So when her mother-in-law said that, she immediately retorted.

"You actually dared to talk back!"

When the mother-in-law saw that Wang Wanlian dared to talk back, she immediately slapped Wang Wanlian across the face.

Wang Wanlian's face was slapped to the side, and she dared not move again.

She was extremely angry, but there was nothing she could do.

"Pooh!"

Her mother-in-law spat at her again, then turned and left.

Wang Wanlian wiped the drool off her face, sat back down on the stool, and gritted her teeth, seemingly lost in thought.

I don't know how long I sat there, but someone pushed the door open and came in.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a strong smell of alcohol wafted in. Wang Wanlian looked towards the door and saw Li Bing staggering in.

There was a woman's lipstick mark on his face.

Li Bing burst into laughter as soon as he saw Wang Wanlian, "Wanlian—"

His speech was still somewhat unclear, and he walked unsteadily until he reached Wang Wanlian, where he took her arm with both hands.

Wang Wanlian immediately caught a whiff of perfume. Judging from his current attire, she knew he must have spent the night in a brothel.

Deep down, there was a vague sense of anger.

"Get out of my way! Li Bing, you're a scholar who's only a few months away from taking the provincial examination. What kind of behavior is this?!"

Wang Wanlian suppressed her deep-seated jealousy and earnestly tried to dissuade him.

"Clap--"

Li Bing was smiling at first, but when he heard Wang Wanlian's voice, his expression changed immediately, and he slapped him twice hard.

Wang Wanlian was knocked to the ground by his great strength.

"Let me tell you... who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that? If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll divorce you! Stop your babbling!"

Li Bing glanced at her coldly, then staggered toward the bed.

He was already in a bad mood because he had no money, and the girl he had his eye on was snatched away by someone who had money.

I thought that having a wife like that would at least make me a little better off financially, but it turns out I still don't.

Li Bing lay down on the bed, mumbled a few words, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Wanlian was in tears, her face numb.

Looking at Li Bing lying on the bed, her eyes flashed with disgust.

Holding onto the table leg, he slowly stood up.