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

He was as pathetic as a dog.

Even Qingyou didn't show up before divorcing him.

She took her dowry and went back to her parents' home.

Shen Qianye thought about it over and over, but something still felt off.

But by the time he started thinking about these things, no one was listening to him anymore.

One night, Shen Qianye was sleeping in an alley when he was crushed to death by something falling from a height.

When Lian Qingyou heard the news, she was brewing chrysanthemum wine.

She threw the last chrysanthemum into the wine, covered it with several layers of gauze, then pasted a layer of paper on top, and finally sealed it with mud.

"Miss..."

Xin'er walked to her side, hesitant to speak.

"Say what you have to say!"

Lian Qingyou held the scissors, trimming the chrysanthemum branches, and glanced at Xin'er with her eyes raised.

"I've heard some unpleasant rumors circulating in the manor."

Xin'er pouted and stood next to Lian Qingyou.

"Bad rumors?"

Lian Qingyou raised her eyes and asked again.

"Yes!"

When Xin'er saw her, she was only wearing a simple white dress, and her jet-black hair was adorned with a single jade hairpin. That was all.

Her dark eyes, like black gems immersed in spring water, possessed an indescribable liveliness and allure.

"Then don't say it, it's annoying to hear!"

Lian Qingyou continued to lower her head, waving the chrysanthemum in her hand.

"Miss...they're all talking about you!"

Xin'er was furious. If Miss hadn't married Song Qianye, she would still be the eldest daughter of this family.

But now, because she came back from a divorce, people are gossiping about her, which makes her feel very frustrated.

"Their mouths are on their own; let them talk if they want to!"

Lian Qingyou remained indifferent, her hands moving without slowing down at all.

"I am... I am..."

Xin'er mumbled something to herself, unsure of what to say next.

"You're just standing up for me? You think that someone as privileged as me shouldn't be talked about like this?"

As Lian Qingyou said these words, she looked at Xin'er.

"Ok!"

Xin'er nodded repeatedly.

"Although I am still Lian Qingyou, and although I am still the legitimate daughter of the Lian family, I am also a divorced woman, that is beyond doubt. Let others say what they want."

After saying this, Lian Qingyou lowered her head again and went to trim the chrysanthemums.

"Ok!"

Xin'er stopped talking.

She was already afraid of these gossips reaching the young lady's ears, which would make the young lady feel uncomfortable.

But now it seems the young lady is quite calm.

Shuangran stood up, took her small basket, and went to cut chrysanthemums again.

Xin'er followed her.

"I was saying that Miss is different from before. Miss does everything according to plan. From now on, just do whatever Miss says!"

"Frost said softly."

Anyway, after what happened at the Song residence, she already knew clearly what had happened.

The things that Miss arranged left the people in the Song family with no way out.

"Sister Shuangran, I understand!"

Xin'er smiled and nodded. They had all escaped from the wolf's den of the Song family, so what was there to be afraid of now?

The three of them, master and servants, quickly brewed the chrysanthemum wine.

They then had the unskilled old women move everything to the basement for storage.