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

Now that the young lady has started the fire, we need to hurry and call for help, in case... if this continues, the young lady will definitely be bullied.

"You shrew!"

Upon hearing Han Qingyou's words, the heir of the Marquis of Anyuan immediately raised his hand high.

He did follow the Han family's connections, but to so blatantly call her a good-for-nothing is unacceptable.

Han Qingyou, you really are great!

Seeing him raise his hand, even though she herself didn't have much fighting ability, Han Qingyou just couldn't feel afraid.

"you dare!"

A pair of dark eyes stared at him coldly.

The fire in the heart of the Marquis of Anyuan was burning fiercely. He raised his hand high and looked at Han Qingyou's arrogant expression. He really wanted to slap her across the face.

Of course, he also knew that if he really hit Han Qingyou this time, then everything would truly be his fault.

Then, the hand of the Marquis of Anyuan's heir slowly fell down.

Han Qingyou had expected him to do this, and a mocking smile played on her lips.

"Coward!"

Her red lips moved slightly as she uttered those two words.

At this moment, not only the heir of Marquis Anyuan, but even the expression on the face of Marquis Anyuan's wife was extremely unpleasant.

"This is absolutely incomprehensible!"

The Marquis of Anyuan's heir's face turned ashen, and he clenched his fist and swung it toward Han Qingyou's face.

Han Qingyou didn't make a single move, just watched as his fist flew past her face, catching a few strands of her hair.

The heir of the Marquis of Anyuan slammed his hand on the small table on the soft couch, knocking it over and spilling tea all over the couch.

He hadn't really intended to hit Han Qingyou; he didn't want to give anyone cause for gossip. But not seeing Han Qingyou's pale face made him feel quite regretful.

"ignorance!"

The heir of the Marquis of Anyuan snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and left.

Lady Anyuan, who was standing to one side, also became indifferent after hearing Han Qingyou's repeated hurtful words.

Lady Anyuan did not say anything more and turned to leave.

The mother and son left one after the other, and I was happy to have some peace and quiet.

The maidservant who was serving her quickly helped Han Qingyou sit on the bed, and then Han Qingyou hid behind the curtains again to begin practicing her internal energy cultivation technique.

Only after hearing the chaotic footsteps outside did Han Qingyou lean back against the pillow and lie down again.

Then came a series of hurried footsteps, and soon Han Qingyou saw a smooth hand lift the curtain.

"Qingyou—"

The leader was a middle-aged beautiful woman. Although she was already a grandmother, the years had not left too many marks on her.

Aside from a few fine lines around her eyes, she looks to be in good health.

You can tell at a glance that he is a person who has a smooth life.

She lifted the curtain and saw Han Qingyou's wrapped ankles, and was immediately shocked.

"My dear child, are you alright?"

She sat down, her eyes filled with worry.

Looking at Madam Han, Han Qingyou felt a sense of comfort; this was truly her mother.

She looked at her feet as soon as she came in, without saying anything more. Unlike the Lady of Anyuan Marquis, who kept telling people not to argue as soon as she came in, without even asking about her legs.