The Female Lead Is A Supporting Female Character - Chapter 2

I really want to slap this man right now!

Ming Yuemian was busy cursing the scumbag in her head, completely unaware that she was still lying in Fushuang’s arms, feeling quite entitled to the position.

Fushuang lowered her eyes slightly: “Miss Ming.”

The profanities in Ming Yuemian’s heart came to a screeching halt. She looked up and locked eyes directly with those cold, clear phoenix eyes. “Are you… calling me?”

She couldn’t help but think: Her voice is so beautiful.

How are her eyelashes so long? How did those eyes grow to be so gorgeous, looking better than anyone wearing colored contacts?

Back when she was reading the novel, Ming Yuemian already felt a maternal protective love for Fushuang. Now that she had met the real person, seeing the “true beauty” described by the words in the novel standing before her, she was even more struck by her divine appearance. Fushuang was naturally beautiful, and through the “mom fan filter” Ming Yuemian was wearing, she looked impossibly perfect.

Well, if she had to pick one flaw, it would be that her “daughter’s” taste in men was abysmal.

…And so, the thoughts circled back to cursing the scumbag.

It’s okay, Ming Yuemian thought to herself. Aren’t I here now? Since I’ve transmigrated into this world, I certainly didn’t come for nothing. This time, there is no way I’ll let that dog of a man, Feng Cheng, ruin my daughter!

Despite her internal rambling, Ming Yuemian maintained a facade of calm on the surface and asked, “What is it?”

Fushuang pursed her lips, meeting the bright gaze of the young girl in her arms. Her expression remained cold.

She was somewhat displeased.

In her previous life, as a cultivator, she would have naturally felt pity for such a weak creature. But this life was different from the past.

Fushuang was a regressor, someone who had been reborn.

After her death in her previous life, she discovered the truth: that she was the female lead of a novel. The story had reached a “Happy Ending,” and by all logic, everyone should have been satisfied, but she was resentful.

Very, very resentful.

She and Feng Cheng were a pair. She had thought they were a match made in heaven, soulmates in love. Yet, Feng Cheng betrayed her time and time again. In the end, he didn’t hesitate to cut out half of her heart to treat his Junior Sister’s illness.

Fushuang was born with a “Seven Apertured Exquisite Heart” that could heal any ailment of the heart in the world. From childhood, many had sought to refine her into medicine. She just never expected that the person who would eventually stab her would be her lover.

Later, Feng Cheng repented. He fought desperately to save her from the brink of death, admitted his mistakes, and promised never to fail her again. The two of them then went into seclusion together.

It was only after she died that Fushuang realized all of this was merely a pre-arranged plot.

And it made sense. If it weren’t for a forced plot dragging her by the hair, she would never have forgiven him after what he did to her.

While Fushuang was enduring the agony of her heart being carved out, that Junior Sister of hers had approached her, holding that half-heart, and said with a light, airy smile. “I actually never had any heart ailment at all.”

“Senior Brother truly cares for me more, after all. I merely coughed up blood once, and he got so anxious that he cut out your heart for me. Tell me, in his heart, who is more important? How can you even compete with me?”

Those red lips curled into a smile; every expression carried a bright, innocent cruelty and a matter of fact malice.

Every word still rang in her ears.

Her hatred was too strong, her resentment too deep. Thus, she returned; she was reborn.

Fushuang swore to take revenge on these people.

She looked at the malicious woman who, in her previous life, had enjoyed half of her heart without a shred of guilt. This woman was now lying comfortably in her arms. She was beautiful, her eyes were clear, and her expression was one of pure innocence, as if she were harmless to humans and animals alike. Fushuang let out a cold laugh in her heart.

If she didn’t know her true face, she really would have been fooled by this acting.

Suppressing her emotions, Fushuang maintained a distant politeness and said, “The giant dragon is dead. Miss Ming, you can get down now.”

She didn’t want to hold this wicked woman for another second.

Ming Yuemian gave a slightly disappointed “Oh,” her mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape.

Why push me away so quickly? Ming Yuemian knew that in this world’s setting, cultivators with high spiritual power found carrying even a heavy mortal as easy as holding a feather. Besides, she wasn’t heavy at all.

Who wouldn’t want to snuggle with a beauty for a bit longer? So, Ming Yuemian started talking nonsense: “I’m sorry, but my legs are truly too weak. I can’t walk on my own. Sister, could you hold me for a little longer?”

Fushuang glared at her: “…”

Keep acting. Go ahead, keep acting.

She remembered that in her previous life, this person hadn’t started acting frail and weak this early on. Why was she behaving like this now?

Fushuang frowned. Having been reborn, her thoughts were vastly different from before, but she hadn’t expected her enemy to have “leveled up” as well.

Feng Cheng stepped forward and said, “Mianmian, are your legs weak because you were scared by that dragon? You’ve been this cowardly since we were kids…” He chuckled, with a hint of vague intimacy and ambiguity. “If you can’t walk, Senior Brother will carry you back.”

He could see that Fushuang wasn’t particularly willing to hold Ming Yuemian. He made the offer to settle the awkwardness after all, this was Fushuang and Ming Yuemian’s first meeting, and Fushuang had only heard him mention this Junior Sister before.

Since she was his Junior Sister, it wasn’t right to trouble an outsider.

As soon as he said this, the two women, one standing, one lying, simultaneously snapped their heads toward him.

Feng Cheng: “…What is it?”

Ming Yuemian thought: He’s acting so innocent. With that blank expression, he really has no self-awareness, does he? Does he really not know what kind of nonsense he just spewed?

Fushuang thought: What kind of nonsense is he saying? Does he think I’m dead?

Ming Yuemian thought again. His girlfriend is right here, and he wants to carry another woman right in front of her. He is truly blatant and fearless. This guy is unbelievable.

Fushuang thought again: Was I blind in my past life? How did I not see he was this kind of man?

Ming Yuemian thought yet again: How can a guy like this have a girlfriend while a beautiful, morally sound young girl like me is still single?

There’s truly no justice in this world!

For a moment, a heavy silence filled the air.

Both women’s gazes were cold and ghostly. Feng Cheng felt a chill run down his spine under their scrutiny.

No one answered him. Fushuang expressionlessly retracted her gaze. Instead of putting Ming Yuemian down, she held her tighter and walked straight toward the Tianxuan Pavilion. “No need. I’ll do it.”

She wasn’t going to give them any chance to be intimate. Feng Cheng was dreaming if he thought otherwise.

Ming Yuemian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: Good, good. I can’t let my purity be tainted by that scumbag.

In reality, she was more worried that if Feng Cheng really tried to carry her, she wouldn’t be able to resist slapping him, wouldn’t that break her character (OOC)? Ming Yuemian’s role as the “vicious supporting female lead” was someone who had been secretly in love with the protagonist since childhood.

“But…” Ming Yuemian thought, “I suppose going OOC is only a matter of time.”

She really couldn’t keep up the act.

Feng Cheng caught up in a few steps. “Shuang’er, are you really willing to carry Mianmian all the way back to the Pavilion? It’s quite a long walk… How about letting me do it?”

Ming Yuemian: “…”

I want to go OOC right now!

I want to slap this man right now!

Why are you talking so much? What does it have to do with you? She finally agreed! What’s wrong with letting my good daughter carry her mom for a bit? How is it any business of yours, you scumbag???

Fushuang’s eyes darkened by a shade, but she managed to maintain her grace. “No need.”

“She is very light,” Fushuang said flatly. “It doesn’t take much effort at all.”

Ming Yuemian’s anger vanished instantly.

As expected of Mama’s good daughter!

You’ve grown! You finally know how to reject this scumbag! Ming Yuemian recalled the Fushuang from the original novel, who believed everything the scumbag said and nodded whenever he apologized and felt a wave of frustration. Looking at the Fushuang before her now, she was immensely satisfied.

“…Mianmian, what’s wrong?” Feng Cheng looked at his Junior Sister’s strange facial expressions and couldn’t help but ask out of concern, “Why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

Hearing this, Fushuang also looked down.

She saw the young girl in red in her arms with slightly reddened eyes, looking as if she were on the verge of tears. Yet, the corners of her mouth were turned up. Rather than sadness, she looked… moved?

Ming Yuemian said, “I’m not about to cry. I’m just happy.”

“Happy about what?”

“I’m happy that this Sister agreed to carry me.” Ming Yuemian giggled. “This Sister is so beautiful; I like her very much. And her temper is so gentle that she’s willing to carry me. I like her even more now.”

Fushuang: “…”

Even though she had opened her “spiritual consciousness” allowing her to instantly detect any demon beast within five hundred miles, she nearly tripped over a small pebble protruding from the ground.

Fushuang almost doubted her own ears.

Is this person… crazy in this life?

Or is this some new type of tactic to vie for affection?

Regardless, she carried Ming Yuemian all the way to Tianxuan Pavilion. The other disciples participating in the minor exam had already returned. The only one missing was the Sect Master’s daughter. Sect Master Ming Ye had specifically stationed disciples at the mountain gate, ordering them to report immediately the moment they saw the eldest young lady return.

“Senior Sister!” A gate-keeping disciple rushed forward. “The Sect Master is waiting for you in your room. You… why do you look like this?”

“Don’t mention it.” Ming Yuemian waved her hand feebly, indicating that this dark history should not be brought up.

Feng Cheng explained to Fushuang, “Mianmian’s father is my Master. Why don’t we go and pay our respects to him together?” A shy smile appeared on his face. “Now that I’ve brought you back to the sect, it’s only right to meet the old man.”

Fushuang gave a non-committal nod. In any case, the person in her arms showed no sign of wanting to move, appearing as though she intended to be carried all the way to her bedroom.

As expected of a Sect’s eldest miss, pampered to this extent since childhood. Fushuang sneered inwardly. No wonder she couldn’t even defeat a low-level broken dragon.

“Oh, right,” Feng Cheng seemed to just remember to introduce them. “This is Fushuang, a sword cultivator I met while down the mountain. She is also my…”

He paused, originally intending to say “the one I love,” but was interrupted.

“I know,” Ming Yuemian said. “Senior Brother, don’t you bring a pretty sister back every time you go down the mountain? No need for introductions.”

She was hinting… no, she was explicitly telling Fushuang. This dog of a man, Feng Cheng, is a total playboy. You absolutely must not like him.

In fact, Ming Yuemian’s excellent memory recalled that in the original novel, there was indeed a brief mention that whenever Feng Cheng went on missions, he would bring back some injured or homeless girl. This was why the original “Ming Yuemian” in the novel had her alarm bells ringing the first time she met Fushuang, certain that her Senior Brother’s relationship with her was unusual.

Therefore, it wasn’t a complete slander; she just used a bit of exaggeration with the word “every time.”

But compared to what this dog of a man would eventually do, this wasn’t too much, was it?

Feng Cheng: “…”

Feng Cheng: “???”

“Junior Sister, what nonsense are you….”

“However,” Ming Yuemian turned her head and stared into Fushuang’s beautiful, glass like eyes. “Having seen so many pretty sisters, I like this Sister Fushuang the most.”