The Female Supporting Character in Quick Transmigration is Making a Comeback

The Huo family was also bustling with activity and filled with joy at this time.

Huo Jue, dressed in military uniform, looked dashing and spirited, with bright eyes and a smug expression, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Behind him stood six groomsmen, all dressed in olive green, a number chosen to symbolize "everything going smoothly."

A group of people were full of energy and looked very proud, as if they were going to "fight a war".

The wedding cars were ready in advance, a total of 10 cars, all of the same model and color, and the brand was a relatively low-key one.

After getting out of the car, Huo Jue and the others went straight to Huang Xian'er's room.

But how could the Huang family's relatives and bridesmaids let them pass so easily?

Several levels of obstacles were set up.

The first challenge is for the groom and his groomsmen to each do 100 push-ups.

Huo Jue and the others were relieved to hear this. They were all elite soldiers in the army, and doing this was a routine task for them.

The second challenge was reciting poems, requiring the groom to recite five poems about love.

This isn't a big problem, after all, everyone has benefited from nine years of compulsory education, and what we memorized in school is enough.

The third challenge: answer the questions.

For example, "After marriage, who manages the money at home?"

"After marriage, who makes the decisions at home?"

"Who will do the housework after we get married?"

"If we have a child, who will take care of it?"

……

Huo Jue's answer was also standard: Huang Xian'er manages the money at home, she makes all the decisions, he does the housework, and he takes care of the children.

His composed demeanor and strikingly handsome appearance

With a strong financial incentive (red envelopes), they were allowed into the room in just 30 minutes.

Huo Jue spotted Huang Xian'er sitting gracefully on the bright red wedding quilt at a glance, and the whole world seemed to fall silent.

His eyes could only see the person in front of him.

"The bride is so beautiful," someone said, and only then did the people who were stunned by Huang Xian'er's beauty realize what was happening.

Huo Jue walked step by step toward Huang Xian'er, handed her the bouquet in his hand, and was about to pick her up and leave when...

A bridesmaid nearby quickly blocked him.

"It's not over yet. The bride hasn't put on her shoes yet. She has to find shoes and put them on before it's considered finished."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of men began searching the room frantically, jumping up and down, but they couldn't find it.

Huo Jue looked at Huang Xian'er's large skirt and had an idea.

He lifted her up with one arm, revealing her delicate red high heels.

Huo Jue used his other hand to lift the shoes and then placed Huang Xian'er on the bed.

He knelt down, lifted Huang Xian'er's delicate feet, and put her shoes on.

The bridesmaid next to her wanted to say something more, but all her words were stuck in her throat by a big red envelope.

Huo Jue swept Huang Xian'er up in a princess carry, and Huang Xian'er naturally wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Xian'er, I've come to marry you," Huo Jue said, looking at her with deep affection.

Huang Xian'er responded softly, "Okay, I'll marry you."

Huo Jue held her firmly in his arms, walking step by step toward their bright future together.

The wedding banquet was held at the most luxurious hotel in W city.

The number of people invited from both sides was not large; they were mostly family relatives and close business partners.

Apart from relatives, all the members of the Huo family were from the military and political system.

Merchants are also on the invitation list.

When Grandpa Shang received the invitation, none of his family members told him; he planned to go alone.

Who knew that Shang Molin got the news from somewhere and insisted on coming with Old Master Shang.

Shang Molin looked at Huang Xian'er on the stage, who was beautiful and charming.

His heart was filled with bitterness; it all felt like a punishment for his own arrogance and conceit.

Now that she's married, let's bury this unrequited love deep in our hearts from now on.

The ceremony on stage finally reached the point of exchanging rings, and the emcee announced, "The groom may now kiss the bride."

The atmosphere reached its peak.

When toasting, Huang Xian'er looked at her good friends, Zhu Tiantian, Guo Mingming, He Mingzhu, Zhou Xue'er, and Ningning.

They happily exchanged words of blessing, and she couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Ba, at this moment, have I completed all of the original owner's tasks?"

"Xian'er, you finished a long time ago, didn't you? Today is your big day in the first world, and we've prepared a surprise lucky draw for you."

"But you can only smoke in a quiet place. Why don't you finish toasting and go back to your room first?"

Huang Xian'er's wine glass was full of soft drinks; drinking was the job of the best man and maid of honor.

After the wedding banquet, the couple was taken back to their new home.

As soon as the door closed, Huo Jue opened his eyes, his eyes clear and bright, showing no trace of his previous drunkenness.

"A-Jue, were you faking it all just now?"

Huang Xian'er felt deceived and was even thinking of changing her clothes and wringing out a towel to clean him.

Huo Jue placed a kiss on her lips, tinged with the scent of alcohol.

"While I'm not invincible at drinking, I'm close. If I don't put on an act, wouldn't I miss our wedding night?"

"You're so mean! I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to take a shower," Huang Xian'er punched him with her little fist and ran towards the bathroom.

Huang Xian'er finished washing up half an hour later.

Huo Jue had already taken a quick shower in another room.

He was wearing black pajamas, his muscular chest exposed as he leaned against the headboard, looking quite menacing.

Hearing the bathroom door open, the scene before him made his blood boil.

Huang Xian'er, dressed in a strapless long dress that was partially hidden, walked slowly with graceful steps, and a fragrance wafted over as she moved.

Huo Jue immediately got up and walked towards her, "Why didn't you dry your hair?"

He turned around, took out a hairdryer, and pressed her down in front of the dressing table. With the sound of the hairdryer, from his current angle, he could see the beautiful scenery under her skirt.

Seeing that Huang Xian'er's hair was almost dry, Huo Jue picked her up and, amidst Huang Xian'er's gasp, carried her to the bedside...

That night, the rain fell heavily, accompanied by a whimpering sound like a cat, making even the mandarin ducks in the lake blush with embarrassment.

When Huang Xian'er woke up, she was alone in the room. She moved her body slightly.

Some of the soreness is tolerable; the sheets and clothes have been changed, and my body is dry.

Hearing the noise, Huo Jue opened the door and came in, carrying a bowl in his hand.

"You're awake?" Huo Jue placed the bowl beside the bed.

He pulled her close, kissed her on the lips, and grinned, showing off his big teeth.

"Is there anything wrong with his body?" If he had a tail, it would be wagging wildly.

"It's alright," Huang Xian'er said, a blush creeping onto her face.

Huo Jue picked up the bowl. "I made seafood porridge. I'll feed you."

"But I haven't washed up yet!" Are you crazy to eat in bed?

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” he even kissed her lips several more times to show that he really didn’t care.

“But I don’t like it,” she insisted, so Huo Jue carried her to the bathroom and washed her up himself.

After washing her up, I carried her to bed, and that was how breakfast was served.