The Female Supporting Character in Quick Transmigration is Making a Comeback

The enjoyable horseback riding activity finally came to an end. They changed their clothes and prepared to eat at the horse farm's restaurant. Huang Mingyue turned on her phone.

Huang Mingyue heard the phone's notification sound ringing continuously, and the screen was constantly being refreshed with messages, making her wonder if the phone was broken.

The notifications kept ringing for about 10 minutes before the frequency subsided. Huang Mingyue clicked on each one to check.

I messaged her with people I knew, people I'd added before but never spoken to, and even many who were lurking on social media for ages and never posted.

Among them were even her ex-boyfriend and her best friend with whom she had a falling out.

The messages mostly read, "Mingyue, who is that beautiful woman in your WeChat Moments?"

"Mingyue, quickly give me the phone number or Fetion message of that gorgeous woman, and I'll give you a designer handbag in return..."

"Mingyue, I need to shoot a magazine and I urgently need a model. Could you introduce me to that beautiful woman in your WeChat Moments?"

The joke is about former best friends who had a falling out.

“Huang Mingyue, even though we’ve fallen out, you’re still not calling me when you see beautiful women. That’s immoral of you.”

……

I've been looking at the messages for ages, and my phone still shows 999+ unread messages, with notifications for new messages constantly coming in.

The charm of a beautiful woman is truly irresistible.

Huang Mingyue felt a surge of pride. "Back then you ignored me, now you can't even reach me," she thought. Her reply to every message was:

"I'm not telling you, I'll make you all furious!"

When they returned to the Huang family home after dinner, the old men had already left, and these young masters had no reason to stay any longer.

They really didn't want to leave, but with Old Master Huang and Huang Minghao's attitude of driving them away, there was no way to keep them.

Shang Molin, who was drinking alone in a private room at a bar, received a photo on his phone.

He swiped his phone and opened the photo; it was the one Huang Xian'er had taken at the horse farm, which Zhang Han had forwarded to him.

The message included a photo and a sentence: "You probably didn't go to the horse farm, and you didn't see this post on your WeChat Moments, right? No need to thank me too much."

Shang Molin zoomed in on the photo and examined it closely. After appreciating it, he saved the photo to his phone's album.

These days he's been numbing himself with alcohol. The Huang family has blocked him on all platforms, and security guards have refused him entry when he tried to visit them.

They couldn't even see the person's face; Huang Xian'er had even changed her phone number. There was simply no way to get through.

Every day, Old Master Shang would ask him how things were progressing in winning back Huang Xian'er. He had no progress whatsoever.

If he could turn back time, he would definitely slap his past self a few times.

He refused invitations from other women at the bar and kept drinking, one glass after another.

After drinking about four or five glasses, the phone rang, and he picked it up.

"You brat, where are you?" The caller was none other than Old Master Shang.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Shang Molin's voice was somewhat dejected, and he seemed to have no energy for anything.

"The Liu family, the Zhao family, the Zhou family, and the Zhang family all visited the Huang family today,"

"These old foxes are so quick. If you don't act now, Huang Xian'er will be snatched away."

Shang Molin felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. "Grandpa, it's not that I don't want to take action, it's just that everyone in the Huang family has blocked me."

"And when I went to the Huang family's house, the security guards wouldn't let me in, I..."

"Alright, alright, it seems I still have to take charge. You come back first, and I'll take you to the Huang family first thing tomorrow morning!"

Upon hearing this, Shang Molin's eyes lit up again. "Okay, Grandpa, I'll be right back!"

He paid the bill and immediately took a taxi home. On the way, he was already thinking about what to wear tomorrow, determined to look his best when he saw Huang Xian'er.

The next day, before dawn, Shang Molin got up. His room was littered with clothes on the bed, sofa, and floor.

This one is too black, this one is too plain, this one is too patterned... After carefully dressing himself, he went downstairs.

The shopkeepers were gathered around having breakfast when they were all astonished to see him dressed like a peacock.

Did the sun rise in the west today?

Shang Molin was so engrossed in the scene of meeting Huang Xian'er that he didn't even notice the looks in his family's eyes.

He ate only a few bites, and before Old Master Shang had even finished his breakfast, he urged him to go out.

Even Old Master Shang didn't give him a friendly look.

Huang Xian'er woke up to the chirping of birds. She had gone to bed late last night, and when she picked up her phone, it was already 9:30.

After rolling around in bed a few times, I dragged my exhausted body to the bathroom, quickly splashed cold water on my face, and forced myself to turn on the computer to wake myself up.

When she finished washing up and came downstairs, she saw her "ex-husband" talking obsequiously to Grandpa Huang.

Did his appearance make Huang Xian'er suspect that he was possessed by something? Wasn't that the cold, aloof person from before him?

When he saw Huang Xian'er come down, a light flashed in Shang Molin's eyes. At this moment, he could not see anyone else but her beautiful figure.

"Good morning, Grandpa Shang," Huang Xian'er said without even glancing at Shang Molin.

His face, which had been beaming with smiles, now drooped, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Seeing that Huang Xian'er ignored him, Shang Molin could only sit not far from her and watch her longingly.

Huang Xian'er ate her breakfast without paying any attention to his burning gaze, as if he didn't exist.

Shang Molin was torn; he wanted to express his remorse to her, yet he was also afraid of angering Huang Xian'er.

If he didn't speak, he felt that Huang Xian'er would continue to act as if he didn't exist.

After thinking it over, he finally spoke. "Xian'er, did you go to the horse farm yesterday?"

After saying that, he cautiously glanced at Huang Xian'er, and seeing that her face was expressionless, he continued,

"If you like horseback riding, I have a horse at the horse farm. Would you like to come with me next time?"

This time, Huang Xian'er looked up at him and said in a calm tone, "No need, I don't like riding horses!"

"So what do you like? Tell me, and we can go together!"

Shang Molin tried hard to find a topic to talk about, hoping to get some response from her.

Huang Xian'er took a tissue and elegantly wiped her mouth. "Young Master Shang, I think it's unnecessary. After all, we're not familiar with each other, so it's best to keep a proper distance!"

Upon hearing this, Shang Molin became anxious, stood up, and walked to her. His tall figure leaned down to look at Huang Xian'er, his eyes filled with emotions she couldn't understand.

"Xian'er, I know I was too presumptuous before and didn't care about you enough. I don't expect your forgiveness, but I hope we can start as friends."

Shang Molin's heart was now completely focused on her; he was overjoyed by a single glance from Huang Xian'er.

If she ignores him, he feels like he's living in hell.

Huang Xian'er didn't speak, but stared at him for a long time. She sighed, "Why bother? Isn't maintaining the status quo better?"

Seeing that her attitude was softening, Shang Molin immediately seized the opportunity.

"Don't worry, I will never disturb your life. Can we exchange contact information now?"

Huang Xian'er felt that her ex-husband, whom she had divorced, should be treated as if he were dead and never appear in front of her again.

The Huang family still maintains business dealings with the merchants, and Shang Molin is the merchant's most favored.

If she refused too harshly, it would put Grandpa Huang in a difficult position. With a cold expression, she opened the friend request interface and placed her phone on the table.

It's just adding contact information. Whether to reply to messages or answer calls is entirely up to you.

Upon successfully obtaining Huang Xian'er's contact information, Shang Molin was overjoyed, unable to suppress his smile.