The Female Lead Is A Supporting Female Character - Chapter 6

Waking up too fast early this morning, she saw a 2D “paper doll” winking at her.

Fu Shuang froze upon hearing those words.

What did she like about Feng Cheng?

She couldn’t answer immediately. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Fu Shuang had never actually considered this question before. Now that Ming Yuemian had brought it up, she began to reflect on it for the first time.

She felt a sense of daze, why did she like Feng Cheng? In the end, she couldn’t even name a single reason.

In this life, she naturally no longer liked him; it wasn’t just a lack of affection, she loathed him, felt utter disgust for him. But what about her previous life? Why did she love that man back then? She couldn’t remember a single spark of it.

For a moment, she felt bewildered. A strange sensation spread through her heart, a trance-like state that made the entire world feel unreal.

Did I… truly ever love Feng Cheng? She even began to doubt that.

The “Possessed” Heroine

Ming Yuemian stared intently at Fu Shuang, sighing again in her heart.

Honestly, when she read the original novel, she felt that the scumbag didn’t deserve Fu Shuang in the slightest. Yet, the female lead loved him to death from beginning to end. It was incomprehensible, it felt as if the author was forcing the characters’ heads together!

Thinking of this, Ming Yuemian suddenly had an epiphany.

Right! That explains everything!

Waaaah, my precious daughter must have been cursed by the author! Otherwise, how could she love that stinking man! While thinking this, Ming Yuemian called out, “Sister?”

Fu Shuang had been silent for so long that Ming Yuemian wondered if she had fallen asleep.

Fu Shuang pursed her lips and spoke slowly, with hesitation: “Feng Cheng… he is very handsome… and his background and personality are good… um…”

What else?

Even as she voiced those two points, she sounded guilty and lacked confidence.

That’s it? Ming Yuemian arched an eyebrow in the darkness. That’s it, that’s it, that’s it?!

She suddenly leaned forward. Startled, Fu Shuang instinctively leaned back, but her head hit the soft pillow. With nowhere to retreat, she was pinned against the pillow by Ming Yuemian.

“What are you doing?”

Offended, Fu Shuang’s voice turned cold. Her hand involuntarily gripped the long sword beside her. A cold, silver light slowly intensified in the darkness. Ming Yuemian’s hand shook; she was genuinely a bit intimidated.

My daughter’s combat power is too high! I’m scared! …No, Ming Yuemian, you can’t wimp out! A good daughter won’t just commit domestic violence against her mom! Yeah!

Ming Yuemian steadied herself and asked aggrievedly, “Sister, am I not as good-looking as Senior Brother? Is my personality not good?”

Fu Shuang froze again and blurted out, “How can the two be compared?”

“Why can’t they?” Ming Yuemian pressed closer, her eyes drooping as she put on a look of disappointment. “So, you really think my appearance and personality are inferior to Senior Brother’s.”

“…No.” Fu Shuang’s lips moved, finding this incredibly strange. She couldn’t help but frown.

If one truly compared them, in every aspect, Feng Cheng was naturally inferior to Ming Yuemian.

In terms of looks, as the designated male lead, Feng Cheng was indeed handsome in a proper way, but the gap between genders was there. No matter how dignified a man was, how could he compare to a woman of such radiant, breathtaking beauty?

Regarding personality, Feng Cheng’s temperament was “gentle and passionate” if you were being nice, but “fickle and womanizing” if you weren’t. As for Ming Yuemian… Fu Shuang didn’t know her well, and her impression from the previous life was that of a vicious, manipulative woman. She was cruel to Fu Shuang, but in front of her father and Senior Brother, her personality was naturally charming.

As for family background, it wasn’t even worth mentioning. Feng Cheng was just an orphan adopted by Ming Ye. He held the title of First Disciple of the Tianxuan Pavilion, but how could he compare to the wealth of the Pavilion Master’s biological daughter?

Fu Shuang cut off her thoughts and asked quietly, “Why must you compare yourself to Feng Cheng?”

Ming Yuemian lowered her head and rested it on Fu Shuang’s shoulder. For some reason, Fu Shuang didn’t push her away immediately, though Ming Yuemian felt her body stiffen.

She sighed faintly: “Because we both like you.”

The Misunderstanding

“…What?” Fu Shuang was stunned. “What did you say?”

Before Ming Yuemian could repeat herself, she was tossed to the side.

“…Sister?”

The sheets on Ming Yuemian’s bed were made of the most expensive silk, soft and warm. The fall didn’t hurt at all, but she was dazed.

“Miss Ming, did you keep me here just to say this?” Fu Shuang’s face was hidden in the shadows, but her voice was as cold as ice.

Ming Yuemian said, “Uh, yeah.”

Is there a problem? Generally, when people receive a confession, they are either surprised/shy or they politely refuse. It shouldn’t be this reaction, right?

What does she mean? Ming Yuemian really couldn’t grasp what Fu Shuang was thinking. She felt like the parent of a rebellious teenager, wishing she could find her diary and read it aloud.

Fu Shuang let out a cold laugh.

Ming Yuemian: “?”

“I know you grew up with Feng Cheng. You are childhood sweethearts with deep feelings,” Fu Shuang said, dropping her facade and speaking plainly. “If you want to snatch your Senior Brother back from me, you can compete fairly.”

She paused, then added: “There is no need for… this.”

Ming Yuemian understood. Fu Shuang thought she was using “seduction” as a tactic to fight for Feng Cheng’s affection.

My daughter is a rebel; she has broken my heart.

Ming Yuemian said gloomily, “Sister, current novel tropes don’t even use ‘catfights’ anymore.”

Fu Shuang: “?”

Naturally, she didn’t understand. Ming Yuemian clicked her tongue inwardly, feeling frustrated. It was like encountering a boss in a game that she couldn’t defeat because they weren’t even on the same frequency.

Forget it, there’s plenty of time. Even if Fu Shuang took it as a joke now, she had plenty of time to prove herself. As they say, “time reveals a person’s heart.” She was “true gold” unafraid of fire, not like that scumbag.

“Fine, it’s late. Let’s sleep.” Ming Yuemian flopped down and wrapped herself into a soft silk cocoon like a large silkworm. “Goodnight, Sister.”

There was no custom of saying “goodnight” in the cultivation world. No one had ever said it to Fu Shuang. She sat in the dark for a while before slowly closing her eyes.

The Morning After

When she woke up again, Fu Shuang was woken up by the heat.

A living person was wrapped around her like an octopus. For someone like Fu Shuang, who disliked being close to others, this was a disaster.

“…Miss Ming.” Fu Shuang tried to wake her, but the person was deep in a pleasant dream. The more Fu Shuang pushed, the tighter she hugged Fu Shuang’s waist, even leaving a patch of drool on her sleeve.

“Ming Yuemian!” She finally snapped, calling her full name.

To make the cold and self-contained Fu Shuang this angry was quite an achievement.

The culprit was unaware. Hugging Fu Shuang’s waist and smelling the scent of plum blossoms, she subconsciously nuzzled closer and mumbled in her sleep.

Fu Shuang frowned and leaned down to listen. She saw those delicate, pale-red lips move slightly, deciphering: “Hehe… baby daughter… hehe… pretty sister… hehe… let’s cuddle…”

Fu Shuang: “…”

What is this gibberish?!

Using a bit of spiritual power, she pushed the girl away. Ming Yuemian opened her bleary eyes, let out a confused “Hmm?”, and blinked.

Fu Shuang gave her a cold glare, said nothing, picked up her sword, and swept out of the room.

Ming Yuemian rubbed her cheeks and eyes, stunned by that glare. She sat on the bed for a moment, then face-planted back into the pillow and fell back asleep.

The “Glow Up”

Ming Yuemian slept until the sun was high in the sky. No one dared disturb the Eldest Miss. Even though the Pavilion required daily morning sword practice, no one dared enforce that on her.

After washing up, a maid combed her hair, gold hairpins in her tresses, black hair flowing down. Ming Yuemian carefully chose a red “Liuxian” (Flowing Immortal) dress and looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

This supporting female character is actually quite beautiful.

She was a completely different type from Fu Shuang. Fu Shuang was cold like a winter plum, a celestial fairy from beyond the mortal realm. Ming Yuemian, however, was the bright type, vibrant and enchanting like a spring peony, impossible to look away from.

Ming Yuemian stared for a long time, admitting this “skin” was top-tier.

Of course it’s top-tier. She recalled that Ming Ye’s wife was a famous beauty who died giving birth to her, which was why Ming Ye doted on her so much.

Tsk, looking like this, aren’t I more handsome than Feng Cheng? Fu Shuang actually hesitated last night! She felt annoyed all over again.

She asked the maid: “Do you think I am beautiful?”

“Miss has the face of a flower and the appearance of the moon. You are the most beautiful cultivator in the entire Tianxuan Pavilion,” the maid replied submissively.

Ming Yuemian accepted the praise. She decided that Fu Shuang only hesitated last night because it was too dark to see clearly.

With these looks, I’ll slay the entire cultivation world! Her gloom vanished, replaced by confidence. Saving a lost young girl? I can definitely do it! I’m way better than Feng Cheng!

She stood up and asked, “Where is Sister?”

“Sister?” The maid was confused.

“The pretty sister who slept in my bed last night. Where did she go?”

“Oh,” the maid reacted slowly. “That lady was called away by Senior Brother Feng.”

What?!

CRASH….

Ming Yuemian stood up so fast her dress knocked the bronze mirror off the table, shattering it. But she didn’t look back, she sprinted out the door.

Dammit! The moment I look away, that scumbag swoops in!

When Ming Yuemian reached Feng Cheng’s door, the two were just walking out.

“Shuang’er, this way,” Feng Cheng said gentlemanly, stepping aside. He looked up and saw the girl in red. “Mianmian?”

“Why are you here?” he asked, puzzled.

Fu Shuang also looked over, her gaze clear and cold.

“Why can’t I….!” Ming Yuemian caught herself before sounding too aggressive. She forced herself to soften her tone.

“Senior Brother, where are you going?” She walked straight over and squeezed herself between them without a word. “I want to go too!”

I’m going to be the biggest, brightest third wheel! I’ll shine so bright I blind that scumbag’s eyes!