Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

"Your man died and you're not going to cry?" The man, carrying a hoe, looked at the absent-minded woman standing at the door.

The woman's expression changed: "Stop talking nonsense!"

The man's smile deepened. He raised his chin, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at the woman: "Nonsense?"

"Doesn't Jiang Dayong come to see you often? Didn't he buy your child's milk?"

The man's gaze lingered on the baby drinking milk in the yard.

"I thought you were so high and mighty, but it turns out you're even interested in someone like Jiang Dayong. I think you're just desperate for a man and have become Jiang Dayong's mistress."

The woman's face turned bright red with anger, and she yelled at the man, "Even if I were to fall for Jiang Dayong, I would never be interested in you. What kind of good person do you think you are?"

"How high and mighty am I? You still shamelessly fawned over me before, even though I'm like this."

More and more people passed by, and the man became a little scared, wanting to run away with his head down.

The woman kept cursing behind him until she could no longer see his back.

After the man left, the woman ignored the stares of the other villagers and closed the gate to the courtyard.

She looked at the child who couldn't speak yet and sighed deeply.

She never expected Jiang Dayong to die. Actually, she thought he was a pretty good person. At least he would buy milk for the children, even though their biological father never bought them milk.

Jiang Dayong is dead, so she should find a new person to replace him.

On the other side, after Ji Chaoxi and Zhou Chiye got out of the car, the villagers kept staring at the two of them.

Actually, the car was being watched as soon as it entered the village. It wasn't that they recognized the car's brand; they just watched all kinds of vehicles—cars, motorcycles, bicycles, and even tricycles—when they passed through the village entrance.

Never miss an opportunity to keep an eye on someone.

The room was bustling with activity. Several children ran in laughing, then ran out pretending to cry; they were at the age where they were interested in the dead.

Logically, it should have been Ji Chaoxi and Ji Huaichuan who changed Jiang Dayong's clothes, but one refused to go and the other remained silent.

The butler entrusted the task of changing clothes to a geomancer.

The geomancer and his apprentice were exhausted and covered in sweat. They wiped Jiang Dayong clean and changed his clothes.

When they finally dressed Jiang Dayong, the geomancer was panting heavily from exhaustion.

"If someone doesn't do good deeds while they're alive, their family won't even want to change their clothes after they die." The geomancer wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, the money was enough, and he will never do this kind of thing again, changing clothes for the dead.

He felt incredibly heavy and cold. He was already at an age where he should be enjoying his retirement, yet he was still working to earn money. It must have been so difficult for him.

After dressing Jiang Dayong in his burial clothes, several burly men placed him in the coffin in the living room. The suona band began to play, and Ji Chaoxi burned paper money nearby. She burned so much that the people around her were choked by the smoke and moved away from her.

"The little sister is so filial, burning paper money for her father." The old lady stood hunched over at the door, eating peanuts and chatting with the people next to her.

"He's not much of a person, but his child is quite filial." The aunt yawned and took a few peanuts from the old lady's hand.

Just then, a woman came in crying from outside: "Dayong, Dayong! Why did you leave so early! I was waiting for you to come to my place for dinner."

The woman started crying as soon as she arrived, and the people around her quickly stopped her. Ji Chaoxi and Ji Huaichuan were also pushed over.

"Don't let your tears fall, or Dayong won't be able to rest in peace." The man next to him frowned deeply.

"Dayong! Dayong!" The woman's cries grew louder and louder, her face turning red from crying.

Ji Chaoxi patted her back, just like others do, and comforted her, "Auntie, don't be sad. My dad has gone to enjoy his life in the afterlife."

The woman cried as she hugged Ji Chaoxi tightly, saying, "Little sister, don't be sad that your father is gone. We are all your family. If you need anything, just tell us."

Ji Huaichuan, standing nearby, said dismissively, "Auntie, don't cry. Enjoying happiness is a good thing."

Ji Chaoxi nodded and pulled her along, saying, "Auntie, why don't you go and rest for a while?"

The woman stopped crying a second later. She wiped away her tears and peeked outside: "Little sister, is your third aunt here too?"

Upon seeing the people chatting happily not far away, the woman immediately laughed: "I'll go and meet this damn woman."

She immediately twisted her waist and went to find other relatives.

It's not easy for the whole family to get together.

The others around were used to this sudden change of expression and chatted more and more happily at the door.

Ji Chaoxi replied to her mother's message with her head down. Firecrackers started going off outside again. She glanced at them and went inside.

Zhou Chiye followed her into the house. The sound of firecrackers kept going off, one after another, until our eardrums were about to burst.

Seeing Ji Chaoxi frown, Zhou Chiye remained silent for a while, then stood in front of her and tightly covered her ears.

Ji Chaoxi was stunned for a moment, looking at him with some surprise. Zhou Chiye turned his head away uncomfortably, his ears turning red.

His palm rested on the skin of her earlobe, delicate and soft. Zhou Chiye looked at the firecrackers outside the window, but all he could think about was the feeling in his hand.

Ji Chaoxi replied to the message and looked at him with a smile. Zhou Chiye heard her lips move, but he couldn't hear what she was saying.

He had to bend down and get closer to her.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear you..." His voice was a little hoarse.

Firecrackers went off outside again. Ji Chaoxi leaned close to his ear and asked loudly, "Do you want to go home now?"

Her warm breath hit his ear directly, and the sound of the firecrackers faded into the distance. He could only hear her voice. He watched her lips move and thought of the bottle of water again.

He was completely tense, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to."

Ji Chaoxi smiled at him and stuffed some food into his hand. Zhou Chiye barely managed to resist holding her hand.

After Ji Chaoxi turned around, Zhou Chiye sighed deeply, longing to hold her hand.

In the past, Jiang Dayong never helped with funerals in the village; he would just go and freeload. Now that he's dead, no one is coming to help him either. The people in the house are all hired by the housekeeper.

A group of people had already started discussing who would cook and who would carry the coffin. They never expected that Jiang Dayong's death would allow them to make a fortune, and everyone was very motivated.

The suona band was the busiest in the room. One of them had just joined and was pretending to play. While the others were playing until their faces turned red, he also frowned tightly and pretended to be playing very hard.

Making money is easy; as long as you're bold enough, you can make money no matter what.

The person playing the suona next to him glanced at him. Was it just his imagination? Why did it seem like he wasn't actually making a sound...?