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

Inside the villa, there were many people asking Wu Yue questions.

"What exactly happened? Why hasn't your Qingyou shown up yet?"

"This is her birthday dinner."

Several noblewomen asked the question.

"I……"

Wu Yue frowned, unsure where to begin. She was also very anxious, as the police station wouldn't accept cases until 24 hours had passed.

However, she believed that her daughter was a person who knew what was important, and that she was usually such a well-behaved child that nothing would happen.

The ladies around Wu Yue couldn't help but frown as they looked at her.

A country woman is just a country woman; she can't be presented in a respectable manner.

This kind of woman is not only unpresentable, but also a pushover. Her husband becomes rich and just lets his mistress into the house whenever he wants.

It's really hilarious.

A mistress enters the household and is even called the second wife, and she can still have children.

What she had more than other mistresses was probably that bright red marriage certificate!

Everyone felt this was ironic and looked down on her.

Wu Yue was naturally aware that others looked down on her, so she could only lower her head to avoid those gazes.

She doesn't ask for anything now. As long as her son and daughter are doing well, that's enough for her. She doesn't care about anything else.

The wealthy women around her, seeing her silent and timid demeanor, all pursed their lips and prepared to leave.

"Sister... I wonder if Qingyou has had an accident! She hasn't come back all night."

Fan Jiawen walked over with a smile, accompanied by Ji Yaran.

Wow, Ranran is getting prettier and prettier.

The people around them were also quite adept at changing their tune depending on the wind.

They showered him with praise.

"No way! Don't praise this girl anymore, or she'll become arrogant and ignorant of her place!"

Fan Jiawen reached out and covered his mouth, laughing.

"Aunties, please don't praise me like that."

Ji Yaran also pretended to be shy.

She has the typical "internet celebrity face," the face of a live streamer, with a pointed chin, a high nose, and super big eyes.

Full breasts and wide hips, narrow waist.

Her hair was in big, wavy curls and cascaded down her back. She wore a black, form-fitting dress that revealed most of her breasts, and the bottom was super short, as if the slightest movement would expose her underwear.

Looking at her like this, everyone felt it was vulgar and secretly criticized her, after all, she was the daughter of a mistress.

However, even a mistress like this has a lot of face in the Ji family, and they still have to be treated with respect. On the other hand, the wife, who is as docile as a steamed bun, doesn't need much face.

"What are you talking about?"

Although Wu Yue was a pushover, she immediately became furious upon hearing that Fan Jiawen had so severely injured Ji Qingyou.

"Pfft, sister! Did I say something wrong?"

Wu Yue couldn't help but laugh again, her eyes fixed on him with a provocative glint.

"I won't allow you to talk about my Qingyou like that."

As Wu Yue spoke, the glass of red wine she was holding was splashed onto Wu Yue's face.

"You shrew!!"

Wu Yue really didn't expect that this damned woman would dare to do this.

"Honey!"

Fan Jiawen immediately stomped her foot and let out a coquettish cry like a sly fox.

Ji Weishan, who was in the middle of a business conversation, heard Fan Jiawen's charming voice.