Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"Really? That's amazing! Is it you?" Lian Yanyan raised her eyebrows and looked up at the man standing in front of her.

Mo Yan's lips curled up: "You still don't understand your man."

"I'll gradually understand later."

Aunt Qian looked at the two young people with joy. When Mo Yan's mother was alive, she had a very good relationship with her. She regretted that she died young and did not see her only son get married and have children. Now she was seeing it for her good friend.

"Xiao Yan, take your wife home, and you should go home too. You've had a long day. It's just a little work. I'll wash the pots and pans and return them to the neighbors later. You don't need to worry about it." In those days, no family was well-off. If a few guests came over, they would have to borrow bowls to eat. This was even more true for weddings and funerals, where tables and chairs were borrowed from the neighbors.

Zhou Nan chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, Yan-ge, let's go back. I'll make sure you get everything sorted out perfectly."

Mo Yan didn't stand on ceremony with them. The people still in the courtyard were all friends of over twenty years. He was more worried about his new wife.

"Let's go, you're dressed too lightly. This outfit might be fine during the day, but you'll catch a cold at night."

"But it's not finished yet." As the only two owners, it's not good for them not to be in the yard, is it?

"It's alright, you go in first, I'll go boil some water." Mo Yan gently pushed his new wife into the house.

As Lian Yanyan disappeared through the door, Zhou Nan started acting like a jerk again, speaking to Qian Dali in a low, strained voice, "I'll go boil some water."

Qian Dali replied cheekily, "It's okay, you go in first, you'll catch a cold tonight."

"Haha, I've known Brother Yan for so many years, and I've never heard Brother Yan's voice like this before."

"Indeed, I've seen it all."

Aunt Qian and the other aunties laughed and scolded, "You two have such sharp tongues, no wonder you got beaten the most when you were little."

Lian Yanyan suddenly felt a little nervous as she entered the room again. It was her first time entering a bridal chamber in both her lives. A little while later, Mo Yan returned with a pot of hot water.

"That thermos has hot water in it; Sister Lan Hua brought it in before she left," Lian Yanyan said, starting a conversation.

Mo Yan paused, then reacted: "Zhou Nan's wife, huh? That makes sense. Actually, Zhou Nan is older than me, but they're used to calling me Brother Yan, so they just call you sister-in-law."

"Why do I call you Brother Yan when I'm older than you?"

"We made a bet when we were kids, and they lost. They just got used to it." In fact, they had countless fights, which ultimately solidified his status in the underworld.

"oh."

The two tidied up their personal hygiene, and the outside was quickly cleaned up. Aunt Qian was the last to leave, and she told Mo Yan to lock the door.

Lian Yanyan poured out the foot bath water, took a deep breath after returning, took off her coat, lay down in bed, and smelled herself again. Apart from the scented soap, there was no other smell.

Mo Yan locked the gate, checked the yard, went inside, and turned around to see his newlywed wife already lying in bed. His face flushed, but he forced himself to remain calm and tidied up the room. He put the empty basin in the next room, turned off the lights, and stood by the bed to start taking off his clothes.

He groped his way onto the bed, and just as he was about to speak, a slightly cool little hand reached out and wiped away all his words and reason.

Amidst the turmoil, even Lian Yanyan had the mind to think about things. His body temperature was really high, and he was quite well-endowed. She was in a lot of pain.

The next morning, Mo Yan woke up as soon as it was light. He turned his head and saw his wife sleeping soundly with her forehead against his shoulder. He hadn't slept well the night before. His wife's sleeping posture was all sorts of strange and had kicked him awake several times. The first time he was kicked awake, he almost jumped up. Luckily, he realized who had kicked him in the next second. Just like now, she was clinging to him with her hands and feet.

Mo Yan thought for a few seconds, wanting to remove her hands and feet and get up by himself. But as soon as he moved, the person next to him started groaning and opened one eye to look at him. She then raised her hand and pressed it against his face, pushing his head back down from the pillow.

"Yan'er, I'm getting up."

"Don't make a sound."

Mo Yan: "..."

Fine, if you don't want me to make noise, then I won't make noise; if you don't want me to get up, then I won't get up. He had no choice but to close his eyes and rest, and eventually fell asleep again.

Lian Yanyan was woken up by the heat. There was a human-shaped heater next to her. The first thing she did when she woke up was to throw off the quilt. Two seconds later, she covered herself with the quilt again and then sat up wrapped in the quilt.

But neither of them was wearing clothes. She had wrapped the blanket around them, leaving Mo Yan completely naked and exposed to the air. The man lying on his back leisurely turned his head to look over, waiting for his little wife's reaction.

Lian Yanyan belatedly felt her face flush, then reached out and slapped his stomach, giving it a couple of quick pats: "Your waist is quite slender."

A classic example of broad shoulders and a narrow waist!

Mo Yan: "..."

No, is that right? This girl's next reaction after being shy is to flirt with him?

"It seems you like it very much."

"I like you. At first, I liked your face, but now I like your figure too." Lian Yanyan expressed her thoughts very frankly.

"Would you like to experience it more deeply?"

"No, I'm getting up."

Mo Yan reached out and pulled his wife out of the covers in two quick movements: "When I wanted to get up, you wouldn't let me, but now it's my turn."

"No, I'm getting up. It wouldn't be good if the neighbors knew, like I'm a lazy wife." Lian Yanyan thrashed about, her mouth twitching as she spoke, and she even bit someone while she was talking.

"It's okay, I just like lazy wives. Hey, what are you going to do about it? This isn't going to end well today, I'm telling you."

It was noon when the two of them got up. Lian Yanyan looked at the man sitting on the edge of the bed getting dressed, and her hunger gave way to her courage. She stretched out a foot and kicked him.

"Go cook, I'm hungry."

Mo Yan laughed when he was kicked, and pinched the foot that had done the kick: "Just wait, you lazy wife."

Lian Yanyan hid her "tools of the trade" back under the covers: "Go on, my hardworking husband."

Lunch was simple. Mo Yan heated up yesterday's leftovers and brought them in. When she came in, she saw that Lian Yanyan was already up and was pouring water to wash her face.

"Why are you up?"

"Get up and eat."

"There's a small table at home, so we can eat in bed," Mo Yan said matter-of-factly.

Lian Yanyan paused, then unexpectedly asked, "Do you have some hidden illness that I don't know about?"

Huh? Mo Yan looked completely confused. Was it because of the age difference? He couldn't keep up with her train of thought.

"Then why are you so good to me? You even bring a small table to eat on the bed. Are you planning to feed me? Do you have some hidden illness that I don't know about, and you're afraid I'll run away if I find out?" Lian Yanyan felt that she had a reasonable suspicion. The two of them had only been dating for less than a year. Were they really that deeply in love?

Mo Yan wanted to bite someone, but couldn't help but laugh and cry as she said, "Hurry up and wash your face and eat. You're blaming me for being in pain? Don't you know I have any hidden ailments? Who was begging for mercy last night and today?"

"That's true," Lian Yanyan said earnestly.

"Come and eat, the stove in the main room hasn't been lit yet, it's a bit cold, it'll get cold soon." Mo Yan patted her head speechlessly, wondering what was going on in that little head of hers.