The Female Supporting Character in Quick Transmigration is Making a Comeback

"You're the first person among my viewers to have seen what I look like!" Huang Xian'er said softly.

Upon hearing this, He Mingzhu's smile grew even brighter, as if she had received some special recognition; this "first place" was of great significance to her.

"Then...can I call you Sister Xian'er?"

He Mingzhu asked cautiously, her eyes flashing with anticipation and nervousness, afraid that her suggestion would be rejected.

Huang Xian'er sensed He Mingzhu's longing. She smiled gently and relaxed, leaning back in her chair.

Looking at He Mingzhu with warm eyes, he said softly, "Of course, if you'd like."

As the conversation deepened, Huang Xian'er gradually learned about He Mingzhu's growth experience from childhood to the present:

He Mingzhu is 18 years old and a high school sophomore, but is currently on leave from school.

From a young age, she was beautiful and adorable, like a little angel on earth, and her family's love for her was evident.

However, He Mingzhu's fate took a dramatic turn when she was 14 years old—

A sudden car accident left her with indelible marks and deep trauma.

The aftereffects of the car accident forced her to take hormone-containing medications long-term to maintain her health.

While the medication saved her life, it brought another side effect—rapid weight gain.

From 90 jin to 120 jin, then to 150 jin, and now to 200 jin, He Mingzhu's body has undergone tremendous changes.

Originally sweet and lovely, she became like an inflating balloon, her snow-white skin turning dark, causing her immense pressure and pain.

In the small society of the school, she became an outcast and suffered greatly from bullying. This bullying was not just physical conflict.

More often than not, it's the emotional damage—being ignored, disliked, and even subjected to malicious gossip behind one's back.

She, who used to be above average in her studies, has now fallen to the bottom of her class. Even the teachers who should have offered her support and encouragement are now only disappointed and impatient with her.

Every instance of neglect, every instance of disdain, was like a sharp blade, cutting across her heart and leaving indelible marks.

Inferiority complex, anxiety, self-harm... these negative emotions, like ghosts in the darkness, haunted her, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Ultimately, the hospital gave a diagnosis of severe depression.

He Mingzhu comes from a wealthy family that runs a cosmetic surgery hospital.

The family not only owns multiple branches, but also has access to a wide range of advanced medical aesthetic technologies.

Despite her family's best efforts to use all available medical and cosmetic methods to restore her confidence and former radiance, He Mingzhu's condition has not changed.

One day, by chance, while she was crying alone in a corner,

The most popular boy in the class handed her a tissue, and at that moment, it was as if a ray of light shone into her dark world.

He Mingzhu thought she had found salvation and fell in love. She mustered her courage and wrote a love letter, expressing her feelings with great hope.

However, the class heartthrob casually handed the letter to another classmate.

The classmate who helped process the love letters went even further, publishing their contents publicly on the school forum, social media, and class group chats...

He Mingzhu couldn't understand why it had to be her.

She did not do anything heinous or commit any crime that is illegal, so why are these people treating her like this?

Why did the world torment her like this? Her heart was filled with endless doubts and deep pain.

He Mingzhu's family noticed that her emotional problems were getting worse and took her to the hospital for psychological counseling and medication, but her condition did not improve.

Fearing she might do something drastic, her family took turns watching over her 24 hours a day.

This time, while her companion was in the bathroom, she secretly ran to the rooftop, wanting to end it all.

He Mingzhu stood on the edge of the rooftop, her family's faces flashing through her mind, and she was hesitating.

The phone she was holding rang—it was a notification from Huang Xian'er's live stream.

He Mingzhu hesitated for a moment, then turned on the live stream and heard Huang Xian'er reading aloud, which led to this conversation.

If she didn't see Huang Xian'er enter the live stream, or if Huang Xian'er didn't see this private message,

Or perhaps if Huang Xian'er hadn't added her as a friend and spoken to her, this beautiful life might have disappeared from this world.

All of this was clearly ordained by fate. Once He Mingzhu's emotions had calmed down a bit...

Huang Xian'er comforted her, "Mingzhu, none of this is your fault."

He Mingzhu's eyes were filled with tears: "But I can't face all of this." Her voice was full of despair.

"If I could restore your former appearance, would you have the courage to live on?"

Huang Xian'er's words were like a ray of light piercing through the darkness, and He Mingzhu's eyes suddenly lit up. "Xian'er, are you telling the truth?"

If Huang Xian'er were in front of her right now, He Mingzhu would definitely hold her hand tightly, her eyes filled with hope.

Huang Xian'er replied gently, "It's true, Mingzhu. If you're willing, I'll help you find your past self."

"I'll send you a photo of myself from a month ago. After you see it, you'll be able to make your own judgment."

Huang Xian'er found a photo of herself weighing 180 pounds from a month ago on her phone and sent it to him.

"Xian'er, is this really you?" He Mingzhu's voice trembled with disbelief. "You look like a completely different person in this photo!"

Huang Xian'er gently comforted her, "It's true, Mingzhu. I guarantee there's no fakery involved. Look, this is me before."

He Mingzhu responded urgently, as if grasping at a lifeline: "Xian'er, how much money do you need? I still have 20 yuan in pocket money. If it's not enough, I'll ask my family for more!"

"Mingzhu, thank you for trusting me so much. Here's what we'll do: leave me your address, and I'll send the things to you tomorrow. Whether you use them or not is up to you, but you have to promise me you won't do anything foolish again," Huang Xian'er said gently.

“Okay, Xian’er, I’ll do whatever you say!” He Mingzhu replied firmly.

Just like that, a simple phone call changed the course of He Mingzhu's life.

The next day, Huang Xian'er took out 10 antidote pills and 10 beauty pills from her storage bracelet, carefully wrote down the usage instructions on a piece of paper, and sent them to He Mingzhu.

After doing all that, she finally found the time to carefully review the live stream data in the backend.

In just two hours, her earnings from tips reached a staggering 20 yuan, not even counting the platform's cut.

If she hadn't chosen to disable the tipping feature back then, the number might have doubled, or even more.

This substantial income did not tempt her; she decided to use it for something more meaningful.

She asked Xiao Ba to help her contact a well-known domestic charity and donated the money anonymously.

Being able to help others is also a kind of happiness.