Quick Wear: The Scheming Female Supporting Role is Beautiful and Seductive

On June 20th, Shen Zhaowan got up early.

The respected old lady in the village helped Shen Zhaowan to tidy up and dress up in her room.

Shen Zhaowan's bright face was reflected in the small bronze mirror. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress with flowers and mandarin ducks embroidered on the collar, hem and cuffs.

"This material feels different. The eldest son of the Jiang family is really caring."

"That's true. We didn't have such nice clothes to wear back then."

"Who says it's not? Look at this set. It must cost a lot of money."

The satin fabric feels delicate and smooth, and each piece is carefully prepared.

Shen Zhaowan lowered her eyes shyly after hearing what they said. Her slender white neck was dazzling, and the fitted wedding dress brought out the seductive curve and bulge in the front.

"We are all old ladies now. Just talking about this makes Shen girl blush with embarrassment."

"Okay, no more jokes, hurry up and get ready."

Shen Zhaowan's black hair was combed into a high bun, rolled up behind her head, and a hairpin was inserted into it. Some auspicious words were said to the newlyweds, and finally they were covered with a veil.

Shen Zhaowan bid farewell to her sad-looking father and got into the sedan chair.

Some of the dowry packed in the back was left by Shen Zhaowan's mother, and most of it was accumulated by Shen's father over the years.

Although the two houses were not far away, Jiang Ye still asked someone to carry him in a sedan chair and went to the Jiang family happily.

Shen Zhaowan was wearing a veil and could only look at the road vaguely by lowering her eyes.

Amid everyone's jeers, Jiang Ye lifted the curtain with a nervous and serious look and stretched out his hand.

The moment Shen Zhaowan put her bare hands on him, Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and watched with joy as Shen Zhaowan, wearing a red wedding dress and a red veil, walked out of the sedan chair.

He carefully led the way for her, walked into the Jiang family step by step, and bowed to heaven and earth.

[Beep beep beep, the male protagonist Jiang Ye's love value +5, the current love value is 65.]

A banquet was prepared outside, and the lively sounds were lingering in the air. Shen Zhaowan sat in the new room, with food prepared by Jiang Ye and Li Yue accompanying her.

"Sister Shen, this is my wedding gift to you. Happy wedding." Li Yue took out a small wooden box.

"Thank you." Shen Zhaowan took it and opened it. It was a bracelet. Although it was not expensive, it was made with great care. Things that are made with great care cannot be measured by money.

"You don't have to accompany me specially, you can go out and have something delicious."

"It's okay. I might as well stay with you. There are a lot of people outside. They always like to ask me about how I make money and like to lecture me."

"Eat that one piece. I can't finish so much of it." Shen Zhaowan saw that she was really unwilling to do so, so she opened her mouth and asked her to stay.

Li Yue grinned: "Hehe, I can get some delicious food by accompanying Sister Shen. Brother Jiang is really well prepared."

"I heard there will be a banquet this afternoon."

"Correct."

The bridal chamber was noisy in the afternoon, and the guests gradually left.

After a busy day, the Jiang family gradually quieted down.

Shen Zhaowan sat on the newly built bed and looked at the room.

This was the room Jiang Ye lived in before. Later he rearranged the main hall and Jiang Yu's room and widened the sides.

Jiang Yu moved to the side wing and built a new room connecting it to the study.

As for the main house, after the room became bigger, a study was added. Also, imitating Shen Zhaowan's boudoir, a separate bathing area was built with a wooden barrel.

As Shen Zhaowan was looking around, she heard a burst of heavier footsteps.

The next moment, the door was pushed open and Jiang Ye, dressed in wedding clothes, strode in.

He has deep eyebrows, a dignified demeanor, broad shoulders and a thin waist. I don't know if it is his own fiery eyes or the dancing reflection of the wedding candles.

Shen Zhaowan pinched her sleeves tightly, bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, and her long curled eyelashes drooped slightly.

Jiang Ye clenched his fists. He felt extremely hot as soon as he came in, and his breathing became stagnant.

Looking at the girl with her head slightly lowered beside the bed, Jiang Ye rolled his Adam's apple fiercely.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed, her wedding dress bright red, her neck slender, her cheeks rosy, looking half coquettish and half shy.

Jiang Ye suddenly turned around as he remembered something.

"Where are you going?"

Shen Zhaowan looked at Jiang Ye who was standing a few steps away for a long time, unwilling to come over for a while. She looked up and saw that the person was about to leave.

He spoke out in desperation.

Jiang Ye paused, "I think..."

He felt a little hot and wanted to wash himself thoroughly, but he was afraid that Shen Zhaowan would mind.

Jiang Ye had his back to Shen Zhaowan, and she didn't know that Jiang Ye's eyes were red and his face was angry at this moment.

"Tell me the truth, do you not want to marry me?" Shen Zhaowan saw that he was taking a long time to come over and was about to go out, and suddenly remembered something that happened before.

"not me……"

"I understand. You were forced to do this. You look down on me? Is that so?" Shen Zhaowan pressed on with every word.

She simply stated it directly and told Jiang Ye everything the matchmaker had said before.

"If you don't want to, we can divorce..."

Shen Zhaowan knew that Jiang Ye's recent performance could be described as very considerate, but that incident had been on her mind like a thorn.

She also wanted to hear what Jiang Ye really meant.

[Wanwan, please continue. I will go into the small dark room first.]

[Go, go~]

Jiang Ye didn't expect that such a thing would happen when he wasn't paying attention.

This matchmaker Zhang is really causing so much harm to people!

The scene of that day also appeared in Jiang Ye's mind.

It was rare that Matchmaker Zhang wanted to arrange a marriage for him, but he naturally refused and also thought of someone.

Unexpectedly, Matchmaker Zhang actually brought up Shen Zhaowan and said some half-truths. In order to shut Matchmaker Zhang up and for the sake of Shen Zhaowan's reputation, he naturally had no intention of looking at her for a while.

He didn't expect that the matchmaker would talk nonsense in a blink of an eye. If it weren't for what happened later, he would probably have no chance of meeting Shen Zhaowan at all.

This poisonous and old thing!

After Jiang Ye finished his recollection, he looked at Shen Zhaowan, who was in tears, and it seemed as if his heart was bleeding.

"I never forced you. It was my wish to marry you." He immediately interrupted Shen Zhaowan's words.

This was the first time he said such affectionate words, and his ears turned red instantly.

Those were two words he never wanted to hear again.

Shen Zhaowan seemed to think that Jiang Ye was just lying. Her eyes were red and she sobbed softly, "Are you serious?"

She stepped forward and suddenly hugged Jiang Ye's waist, threatening him: "If you dare to lie to me, I will make you regret it."

"Every word is true. If even one word is a lie, you will be plagued by bad luck and illness for the rest of your life, and all your wishes will be in vain."

Jiang Ye's expression was more sincere and serious than ever before.

Shen Zhaowan rubbed against his arms and could feel her pounding heartbeat. She hummed softly in response to his oath.

Now that the conversation has started, they become even more charming to each other.

With Jiang Ye's soft jade in his arms, the heat in his heart became more and more uncontrollable.

Beautiful days and spring nights worth a thousand gold, when will you wait for them?

Jiang Ye picked up Shen Zhaowan and walked towards the bed. His steps were bigger than usual, revealing his anxiety.

"Ah~you..." Shen Zhaowan was picked up shyly, buried in his neck, not daring to look at him.

Shen Zhaowan was gently placed on the bed. Jiang Ye stood with his back to the light, but his eyes were as bright as the sun, looking at Shen Zhaowan inch by inch.

His gaze finally rested on Shen Zhaowan's lips.

Looking at the pearly tooth marks left on it, he approached.

"Woo~"

Jiang Ye licked and bit her lips knowing when to stop, and finally moved to Shen Zhaowan's lips and kissed them wantonly.

The red candles in the room made crackling sounds and the temperature gradually rose.

Shen Zhaowan's breathing became hot due to his kiss, and her head felt a little dizzy. She tried to push him away, but her hands were locked on the soft quilt above her head.

Their breaths gradually intertwined, and Jiang Ye felt his blood boiling, roaring even more violently in his body.