The Female Lead Is A Supporting Female Character - Chapter 17

“Then your wife belongs to me now.”

Fu Shuang: “…”

Her pupils shook violently as if she had been struck by lightning. She froze in her tracks, staring at Ming Yuemian in utter disbelief.

Acting like a rogue? Her?

She? A rogue?

How could this happen? Did she really do that?!

It wasn’t just losing face in front of a love rival, it was being a lecher toward a love rival… This was a hundred times worse than the most dire scenario she could have imagined.

Was this something she was even capable of doing???

Was she even herself anymore???

Ming Yuemian sat there sighing with a face full of sincerity, speaking as if it were the absolute truth. Fu Shuang instinctively believed her, failing to notice the calculated exaggeration in her tone.

Fu Shuang had never encountered someone like Ming Yuemian before. Although she traveled the martial world and wasn’t confined to a secluded celestial mountain like Ming Yuemian, she rarely had such deep interactions with others. Her acquaintances were usually fleeting, nodding acquaintances today, gone their separate ways tomorrow.

The people she met were mostly polite, distant, and formal.

But Ming Yuemian? Not a single serious word came out of her mouth. She teased constantly with a frivolous air, and her acting was so convincing that one could fall into her traps without a second thought.

She was referring to this lifetime’s Ming Yuemian.

The Ming Yuemian of her previous life wasn’t like this. Back then, her loathing for Fu Shuang was blatant, written clearly across her face. She was someone whose joys and sorrows were never hidden, a person you could read at a single glance.

She wasn’t like this one: full of twists and turns, making it impossible to distinguish truth from lies.

Fu Shuang’s face burned. She truly believed Ming Yuemian’s words, thinking she had actually offended and trifled with the other woman during her blackout, until she noticed the mischievous glint dancing in Ming Yuemian’s curved eyes.

“…Nonsense!” Fu Shuang’s ears turned red as she said coldly, “How could I possibly… to you…”

She struggled to say the word, pausing a moment before forcing herself to continue: “How could I possibly act like a rogue toward you! It’s impossible!”

Ming Yuemian stared at her with a beaming smile. A drunken beauty has a unique charm, but a beauty fueled by indignation was a rare and exquisite sight to behold.

It was quite worth it.

“Just kidding.” After a long while, Ming Yuemian shrugged and playfully stuck out her tongue.

Honestly, she was still so easy to fool.

Despite her high cultivation, Fu Shuang was truly silly, innocent to the point of being adorable.

Ming Yuemian knew when to stop. She understood the boundaries, it was like teasing a cat, a little bit is fine, but don’t overdo it, or you’ll regret the claws.

Fu Shuang: “…”

As expected!

A breath of frustration caught in her chest, unable to go up or down. She was stifled with annoyance, but even in her anger, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything truly mean. She simply turned and walked away.

Even though it was confirmed that Ming Yuemian’s words were rubbish and she hadn’t committed any indecent acts or made a fool of herself last night, wasn’t being toyed with verbally an even greater humiliation?

Seeing her leave, Ming Yuemian hurried to catch up.

“Don’t walk so fast! Sister, Sister, wait for me!”

Fu Shuang felt as though a chirping, hopping little sparrow was following her. Ming Yuemian’s mouth never rested, chattering incessantly. “Sister, what do you mean by ‘it’s impossible’ for you to be a rogue to me? Do I not have the qualifications to be trifled with? I feel like my conditions are pretty good, aren’t they?”

More than just “pretty good”. Ming Yuemian had admired herself in the mirror. With such a beautiful face, how could she not deserve to be coveted or flirted with?

Fu Shuang: “…”

She remained silent, afraid that the moment she responded, she would fall into another trap.

Regardless, this person never said anything sensible, speaking a single word to her was a waste!

“Sister, Sister, are you angry? I’m sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have talked nonsense. It was just a joke, don’t take it seriously. I’ll confess: the truth is, I was the rogue to you last night.”

Fu Shuang stopped abruptly.

Caught off guard, Ming Yuemian almost crashed into her. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the way Fu Shuang had dizzily tried to walk into a tree the night before and let out a random laugh.

“…What did you say?” Fu Shuang looked at her sideways, her eyes filled with shock, bashfulness, and wariness.

By now, she wouldn’t just believe anything Ming Yuemian said. In other words, Ming Yuemian had lost all credibility with her.

“I’m not joking this time.” Ming Yuemian’s expression turned solemn. “I followed you out last night and saw you almost hit a tree, so I reached out to grab you.”

Fu Shuang: “…”

Fine, we don’t need to keep bringing up the tree thing. Is it ever going to end? Are you planning to carve it onto my tombstone so I can be humiliated for eternity?!

Ming Yuemian continued: “On the way back to the room, we were very close. Without your permission, I touched your shoulders, arms, waist, and back in about ten different places. I was only a hair’s breadth away from touching your lips.”

Fu Shuang: “…”

There is really no need for such detail.

“Afterward, I even twisted the facts and slandered you by saying you were the one who trifled with me. It truly was a heinous crime.” Ming Yuemian said with a straight face, “If you are angry because of this, Sister, you are more than welcome to take advantage of me in return. I won’t fight back.”

With that, Ming Yuemian spread her arms wide, looking as if Fu Shuang could touch her anywhere she pleased.

Fu Shuang: “…”

Normally, shouldn’t she say “I’ll let you hit or scold me without fighting back”?

What did she mean by “take advantage of me in return”???

Naturally, Fu Shuang would never do such a thing. She still felt Ming Yuemian was talking nonsense. Coldly, she looked away and walked past her without a glance.

Ming Yuemian was mostly just talking big, knowing Fu Shuang would never actually take her up on it. She jogged a few steps to catch up, overtook her, then turned around to walk backward in front of her so she could face her and see every change in her expression.

Ming Yuemian tilted her head and grinned. She knew Fu Shuang was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, so she shamelessly pushed her luck: “Sister, you’re the one who gave up the chance, so you’re not allowed to be angry anymore.”

As they spoke, they had reached the kitchen. Fu Shuang didn’t know where the kitchen was in this farmhouse, and before she realized it, she had been led there by Ming Yuemian.

Fu Shuang didn’t really want to go in. She hesitated, but Ming Yuemian was quick to pull her inside.

“Come in. After how you were last night, you should still have a bowl of hangover soup.” Ming Yuemian patted her chest confidently. “I’ll make it for you as an apology, how about that?”

“Hangover soup? You know how to make it?” Fu Shuang expressed her doubt.

Ming Yuemian was the eldest young lady of the Tianxuan Pavilion, pampered since childhood. She had never lifted a finger for chores; how could she possibly know how to make hangover soup?

Since the time they woke up was neither early nor late, past breakfast but before lunch, the family who owned the house wasn’t there cooking yet. The kitchen was empty. Ming Yuemian rummaged through the cupboards to see what ingredients were available. Unfortunately, this was a poor village, even the most skilled cook couldn’t make a meal out of nothing. Fortunately, she found a bit of honey. She poured it into a bowl, dissolved it with warm water, and handed it to Fu Shuang.

Ming Yuemian: “Um… the ‘minimalist’ version of hangover soup.”

Still, it was effective. Honey does indeed help alleviate the effects of alcohol.

As Fu Shuang took the bowl, a sudden realization hit her.

Ming Yuemian had brought her back to the room… Does that mean she was also the one who put her into bed?

She had been so distracted by Ming Yuemian’s earlier nonsense that she had forgotten this detail until now.

So, when she woke up this morning, she was in the bed.

While the other woman had simply curled up in a corner of the floor all night… So, it wasn’t that she had kicked someone off the bed during her drunken frenzy, it was that Ming Yuemian had given up her own spot for her?

As this realization became clear, Fu Shuang’s knuckles turned white from gripping the bowl too hard. Her emotions were complicated.

What on earth does this person want?!

First acting like a rogue, then talking about taking advantage, then mentioning “repaying with her body”… Does she think I’m that easy to play with?! Fu Shuang furrowed her brows.

Her mind was in a whirl, and her physical movements became instinctive. Without thinking, she drank the honey water in one go.

The sweet liquid flowed down her throat, and she did indeed feel much better.

“Thank you.”

Even if she didn’t like the person in front of her, and even if she was still angry about being teased, Fu Shuang maintained her basic manners, both for the simple bowl of honey water and for the fact that the woman had helped her back and given up her bed last night.

Ming Yuemian rested her chin on her hand, looking at her thoughtfully. “Sister, do you prefer sweets?”

Over the past few days, she had been observing closely and noticed that Fu Shuang seemed quite fond of sweet things. The milk tea from before was sweet; when offered a variety of pastries, she chose the sweet cakes and today, she had finished the honey water even though Ming Yuemian was the one who made it.

Fu Shuang had no desire to discuss her personal tastes with her. She set the bowl down, stood up, and changed the subject: “It is about time; we should get on our way.”

Staying the night in this village had only been a temporary measure. Now that it was broad daylight, it was naturally time to move on. Surely they didn’t intend to stay here forever?

Lest they forget what this trip was actually for, it wasn’t a leisurely excursion, they were on a mission. The princess of the Li Kingdom was still anxiously waiting for them to save her life.

Ming Yuemian had no choice but to follow Fu Shuang out of the kitchen.

In the front courtyard, they encountered the maids, elderly servants, and boatmen from the ship, who were chatting with the villagers. For them, the itinerary wasn’t as urgent. Their boat had been destroyed by the dragon demon, and rebuilding a vessel was not a task completed in a single day.

Taking advantage of a rare break, the boatmen were leisurely drinking tea and talking.

There were quite a few people. Ming Yuemian felt as if she had walked into a busy marketplace. She hadn’t realized there were so many servants while on the large ship, but now that they were all crowded into one courtyard, the population density was unusual.

As she walked, something caught the corner of her eye. she paused and turned her head.

In a corner, a handsome young man was chatting with a girl with twin buns in her hair. From this distance, their conversation was inaudible, but looking at their expressions, the man wore a warm smile that made one feel as relaxed as a spring breeze.

It was Feng Cheng and the maid, Xiao Ju.

Ming Yuemian narrowed her eyes, thinking to herself how hard this scumbag worked. Was he already out here “meeting his quotas” this early in the morning? The draft from this “central air conditioner” of a man really blew on every member of the opposite sex with equal favor.

Pah! Disgusting!

Feng Cheng had just left his room and happened to run into Xiao Ju in the courtyard as she was pouring out wastewater. He recognized her as the boatman’s daughter. Recalling how the boatman had earnestly asked him yesterday if his daughter had the potential for cultivation, hoping she could follow him and join the Tianxuan Pavilion, he beckoned her over.

The primary requirement for joining an immortal sect was having a spiritual root. This was innate; if one didn’t have it, no amount of postnatal compensation would help, unless one forcibly opened a spiritual root but that was not an opportunity an ordinary boatman could stumble upon, nor was it a cost an ordinary boatman could ever afford.

Yesterday, he had already seen that the girl was just an ordinary person without immortal bones or a spiritual root and had refused the boatman. Seeing her today, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity, so he went over to speak with her and offer gentle words of comfort.

A moment later, as Ming Yuemian watched, her eyes widened.

Why are these two holding hands now?!

Pah! Shameless!

Feng Cheng was completely oblivious to the two figures, one in red and one in white, standing not far away. He looked into the girl’s eyes as he spoke at this moment, his gaze held only Xiao Ju, and he didn’t see Fu Shuang or Ming Yuemian at all.

Ming Yuemian immediately looked at Fu Shuang.

In that instant, many thoughts flashed through her mind. She was worried that seeing this would make Fu Shuang sad, yet she also hoped she would see it, so she would finally realize this man was no good.

Even without a “love rival” like herself, this book would still feature a bunch of female side characters tangled in ambiguities with the male lead. So, wasn’t it obvious where the problem lay?

The girls were innocent, it was all the scumbag’s fault! He was the one flirting everywhere and racking up romantic debts, he was the root of the problem!

To her surprise, Fu Shuang was preoccupied and hadn’t noticed Feng Cheng’s side at all.

When she said it was time to leave, it was true, but it was mostly just an excuse to end the conversation. She had been so flustered by Ming Yuemian’s pestering that her heart had yet to settle.

For this young mistress to actually wrong herself by sleeping on the floor for a night… is this also one of her tactics to win favor?

If she falls ill because of this today, and Feng Cheng asks about it, he will pity his junior sister again, resent and blame me, and a rift will grow… Did she act this way specifically with that intention?

Ming Yuemian’s inner world was also quite busy at the moment.

She felt Fu Shuang was being treated too unfairly.

His “official girlfriend” was tossed aside, and he didn’t even come to check on her when she was suffering from a hangover. Instead, he was holding hands and chatting with a girl he’d barely known for two days. Bro, what are you doing?

Even though Feng Cheng didn’t know about Fu Shuang being drunk, Ming Yuemian still felt he had a major problem!

The saying goes that “the ignorant are innocent,” but Ming Yuemian didn’t think so. Ignorance itself represents something, don’t you only “not know” because you don’t care enough to find out? How is that innocent?

Granted, Ming Yuemian only knew about the drunkenness because she shared a room with Fu Shuang, but she had noticed, and she had kept Fu Shuang from walking into a tree, hadn’t she?

Precisely because they were both women, they naturally had the opportunity to be close and move in and out together.

Ming Yuemian originally thought she and Feng Cheng were competing from the same starting line, but now she felt, why not take advantage of this gender superiority?

Being the “pavilion near the water,” she should be the first to “get the moon.”

Fine, fine. Since you care so little about your wife, then your wife belongs to me now.