The Female Supporting Character in Quick Transmigration is Making a Comeback

After everyone left, Monet removed her hallucinogenic mask, still covering her face with a shawl, and walked towards the interstellar station.

As she walked along, passersby, unable to see her face clearly, were drawn to her through her exposed eyes, long eyelashes, and porcelain-white skin, their eyes involuntarily turning towards her.

When Monet arrived at the interstellar station, she saw a tall, handsome man standing at the entrance, whose aristocratic attire accentuated his physique.

Hazir watched as the person in the white dress slowly walked towards him. At that moment, all the sounds around him stopped, and he could only hear the pounding of his heart.

Although he couldn't see the person's full face, he knew this was the person he was meant to meet.

"Hello, are you Haha Qiqi?"

Hearing the voice, which was exceptionally beautiful and pleasant, Hazir blushed with embarrassment and said, "Yes, that's me!"

"Hello, I'm the person you asked to meet. You can call me Xian'er!" Monet Xian'er extended her hand, wanting to shake hands out of politeness.

"Hello, I am Hazir, Fairy!" The way he called out the name had a tender and lingering quality.

Hazir took her hand and, before Monet could react, bent down and kissed her hand.

Good heavens, Monet felt she had gone too far. She had only wanted to shake hands, and this was not what she had expected.

He quickly withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and even wiped it on his clothes.

Hazir was a little embarrassed. He thought Xian'er was extending her hand as a gesture of kissing her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant."

Monet realized it was a misunderstanding and ignored the awkwardness: "It's okay, it was just an accident. By the way, are you going to give me the house here?"

“There are a lot of people here. I’ve booked a private room in the restaurant up ahead. Shall we go in and sit down?” Hazir invited, though his tightly clasped hands betrayed his nervousness.

"Okay!" Indeed, with so many people coming and going here, she understood the principle of not flaunting one's wealth.

The two entered the private room, where a waiter brought over two pink drinks. Hazir introduced them, saying, "This is the most popular drink in the Interstellar Federation, 'Pink Love,' please try it."

To have a drink, one would naturally need to remove their shawl. With the shawl off, Monet's long, black hair, slender, fair neck, delicate features, and small, exquisite red lips were like a beautiful painting. Just sitting there, she was like a picture come to life.

Hazir stared blankly, swallowing hard. Afraid that his gaze was too intense, he suppressed the flutter in his heart and looked away.

Monet took the drink and sipped it. How to describe the taste? It was bitter with a hint of burnt flavor. She couldn't tell what it was made of. It didn't make her feel nauseous; she could barely accept it.

Seeing that she hadn't drunk much, Hazir assumed the drink wasn't to her taste. "Is it not good? If not, I'll ask the waiter to bring you a different one."

He was about to press the call button when Monet refused: "Hazel, no need, I'm not really in the mood for a drink right now, let's get straight to the point."

Hazir understood immediately. He took out a red spatial button. "The house is in here. Keep it safe!"

He looked at the girl in the space with a smile. He had chosen the color for a long time, as it represented his passionate heart.

Monet took it and asked him, "How do I get this out?"

“This requires mental energy to project, but not too much. If you want to test it, we need to find a large area!” Hazir suggested.

"Let's go to the central park!" Monet had noticed an artificial lawn there when she was waiting for it to get dark last time, so she could test the size of the house.

"Alright, let's go then!" Hazir stood right beside Monet, staring at her intently.

Hazir took out his aircraft, gentlemanly opened the door, and let Monet get in first. After she was settled, he returned to the pilot's seat.

In the cramped space, the fragrance emanating from Monet kept wafting into his nose, making Hazir wish the journey could be longer and longer.

However, his wish was not fulfilled; it was only a few stars' time from the restaurant to the central park, and it passed quickly.

After getting off the bus, we walked to the grassy area, which was quite large, big enough to fit a house.

Hazir taught her how to take the house out: simply use her mental power to activate the switch on the house.

Monet originally thought she would have to try many times to remove it, but she succeeded on the first try.

With a loud "bang," a two-story building appeared out of thin air on the grass.

The building has a simple design; apart from the blue tiles on the roof, it is all white.

Monet and Hazir walked over one after the other.

The first floor has a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom, all fully furnished.

Go up to the second floor, there are three bedrooms, all with a fresh and clean style: the walls have a light green tint, and the furniture is also in this style. All three bedrooms are exactly the same size and style.

The house even comes with a safety shield and temperature-controlled clothing, which are practically necessities for wilderness survival!

Monet was extremely satisfied. If this house were a real house, it would cost at least 100 million star coins to buy.

What's more, it can be folded and carried around, and there's that space button for storing things in a house—you can't buy it unless you're talking about a billionaire.

Monet felt that Hazir had been taken advantage of, and thought that he was a genuine person and worth befriending.

"Hazir, thank you, I'm very happy with the house!" Monet looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Hazir suddenly felt a little awkward, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, and his face flushed: "You're welcome, I haven't even thanked you for saving my father yet!"

Speaking of his father, Monet realized she hadn't asked about his condition yet. "Regardless of whether or not to save him, we're just making a fair deal. So, is your father better now?"

Hazir had spoken to General Hazir on the phone that morning, and the hospital had approved his return home to recuperate. "Alright, he's home now and will be fully recovered in a few days!"

"That's great!" Now that the deal was done, Monet put away the house and was about to leave. "I've received the house, the deal is done. If there's nothing else, I'll go home now."

When Hazir saw that she was about to leave, he panicked, "Xian'er, are you leaving already?"

"Yes, is there anything else?" Monet asked, puzzled.

Hazir actually wanted to spend more time with her, so he made an excuse: "I'm not familiar with Sika Star, could you show me around?"

Monet thought about it and realized that since the other party was a big client, it was only right to accompany them shopping.

"That's okay!"

When Hazir saw that she had agreed, he became excited and secretly made a "?" gesture in his mind. "Then let's go!"