When The Scheming Female Supporting Character Is Forced To Seduce The Female Lead - Chapter 1

Zhao Qingdai stared at the comical face floating in mid-air, her brain forcibly flooded with vast amounts of plot information. Her usually innocent and pitiful eyes were now hollow.

“I’m numb,” she murmured.

Zhao Qingdai, the queen of green tea and the ultimate manipulator, was a master of feigning helplessness and playing the victim. She had ensnared every man she set her sights on, becoming the perfect “little sister” who stirred men’s protective instincts and the “white lotus” who made women nauseous.

Just yesterday, she had rejected a senior who wanted to break up with his girlfriend for her, delivering a classic combo: “I only see you as a brother,” “It’s all my fault,” and “My sister would be heartbroken.” This routine usually worked like a charm, prompting men to back down willingly while she remained single and still the innocent “little sister” in their eyes.

But this time, things went horribly wrong.

The senior’s girlfriend staged a confrontation, turning a rejection scene into a full-blown catfight. Humiliated, the senior tried to get physical, but the girlfriend refused to back down. As their argument escalated, Zhao Qingdai, caught in the crossfire, was swept off her feet and into the river.

The icy, turbulent water carried her away before she could even cry for help. Unable to swim, she choked on the water, her lungs burning like they were tearing apart. Her consciousness faded, and darkness closed in around her.

As she teetered on the brink of death, she felt someone catch her plummeting body. A flood of memories, none of them her own, swirled before her eyes.

It was then that the System appeared.

It told her these were the plot points, the trajectory of her future life.

She, Zhao Qingdai, was merely a vicious female supporting character in this story.

To think all my skills and talents amount to nothing more than a plot device to advance the romance between the male and female leads, she thought, her lungs aching even more.

According to the System’s plot summary, she had been jealous of the Female Lead, the Young Miss of the Du Family, since childhood. As she grew older, her mind became increasingly twisted, obsessed with stealing the Female Lead’s men and sabotaging her plans. After repeated failures, her frustration turned to rage, culminating in her destroying the Female Lead’s family and ruining her life—in short, she committed every atrocity a vicious female supporting character could.

Her own end was equally tragic. First, she was reduced to living on the streets, repeatedly violated by the men she had scorned. Contracting a disease, she sought revenge on society, attempting to throw acid at the Female Lead’s wedding. But her plan backfired, leaving her disfigured. Unable to bear the loss of her most prized possession—her beauty—she drowned herself in a river. When her body was recovered, it was bloated and decayed.

Zhao Qingdai’s back went numb as she read this plot.

I admit I’m no saint, but did I deserve such a gruesome end? Is this my revenge on society? No, this is society’s revenge on me!

The Funny-Faced System glanced at her sideways, its expression unchanging, yet Zhao Qingdai felt mocked.

“How many of the Female Lead’s men have you stolen?” it asked.

Zhao Qingdai stubbornly retorted, “They were just admirers, we never got together. Besides, what happened between us—can you really call that stealing?”

“How many?” the System pressed.

Zhao Qingdai’s confidence faltered. “…Three, I guess.”

If the System hadn’t intervened, she would have been targeting the Male Lead next, following the plot.

For the first time, her winning streak had come to a crashing halt, officially setting her on the path to becoming a blackened Vicious Female Supporting Character.

Oh, wait, that’s not quite right. I was never exactly pure white to begin with.

But I’m not black either. I’m green, with a hint of tea fragrance.

“Keep acting up and you’re beyond saving,” the System warned. “If you want to live, focus on completing your missions and raising the Female Lead’s favorability. Otherwise, just wait to die.”

Since Zhao Qingdai never managed to seduce the Male Lead in the original plot, the “protagonist” here defaulted to the Female Lead.

Zhao Qingdai’s eyes flickered, her slender fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly. “Why should I trust you? And why are you helping me?”

“I’m just a paper doll. If I die following the plot, that’s it, right?”

The Funny-Faced System paused for three seconds before replying, its tone now grave. “Because the plot involving you is too antisocial. This novel has been reported and needs to be rewritten.”

“And of all times, you had to develop self-awareness now.”

This is a disaster.

Zhao Qingdai: “……”

This novel is definitely out for revenge! Even the iron fist of socialism can’t stand it anymore!

“So, cherish this opportunity and start over,” the System said before drifting away and vanishing.

Soft footsteps approached. Zhao Qingdai’s eyes flickered toward the hospital room door, her gaze meeting that of a woman in a white dress, her face expressionless.

Du Jingmo.

The Female Lead of this world.

And Zhao Qingdai’s childhood friend.

Zhao Qingdai hadn’t seen Du Jingmo in a while, and their reunion felt strangely distant, as if from another lifetime.

Du Jingmo remained as refined and aristocratic as ever, her flawless features unchanged: an oval face with willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes long and upturned at the corners, yet devoid of any coquettishness. Her entire being radiated a clear, ethereal aura, creating an innate sense of aloofness wherever she stood, as if separated from ordinary people by an invisible barrier.

Right now, for example, she was wearing a simple white dress, her black hair cascading down her back, without a single ornament. She was the very image of a pure, unadorned lotus, so striking that even the nurses passing by in the corridor couldn’t help but steal a second glance, marveling at such beauty.

Zhao Qingdai was beautiful too; otherwise, she wouldn’t have become a “Queen-level Green Tea.”

But compared to Du Jingmo, her beauty seemed small and pitiful, utterly insignificant.

“Zhao Qingdai,” she called out, “this is the last time I’ll ever concern myself with you. Next time, even if you die, don’t do it in front of me.”

She had just changed out of her soaking wet clothes from rescuing someone from the water. Her dripping black hair, gathered behind her, only accentuated her porcelain skin and jet-black eyes.

At that moment, her eyes held only indifference, devoid of even the slightest hint of aversion or rejection.

When Zhao Qingdai met her gaze, her heart skipped a beat, panic surging through her. Her voice trembling, she stammered, “I’m sorry.”

Du Jingmo, long accustomed to Zhao Qingdai’s pitiful act, showed no sympathy. She turned and walked away.

Zhao Qingdai immediately leaped off the hospital bed to chase after her, yanking the IV needle from the back of her hand. Blood instantly flowed back into the tube, causing her to cry out in pain.

Du Jingmo turned back, frowning. “What are you doing?”

“Sister,” Zhao Qingdai said, clutching her arm. Impatient for the IV fluid to stop flowing, she yanked the needle out.

Blood soaked her hand. Her fingers, trembling with pain, reached for Du Jingmo’s hand. “Sister, I was wrong. Please don’t be angry with me.”

Du Jingmo pressed her lips into a tight line and evaded Zhao Qingdai’s touch. She pulled two tissues from the bedside table and handed them to her. “Don’t try to play the victim with these self-pitying tactics. I won’t fall for it. You haven’t wronged me—you’ve wronged Jiawen, the girl whose boyfriend you stole.”

Zhao Qingdai clutched the tissues but didn’t use them. Tears welled in her eyes, her long lashes trembling as teardrops streamed down her face. When she spoke again, her voice was choked with sobs. “I never stole anyone’s boyfriend, let alone actively seduced any man. Even with that senior, he was the one who couldn’t be satisfied with what he had. I didn’t even remember his name!”

“I made mistakes, but it wasn’t all my fault. I just didn’t reject them—those men were the ones who came on to me!”

Du Jingmo’s brow furrowed, her beautiful eyes growing colder. “So you think you’re justified?”

She truly couldn’t understand how Zhao Qingdai had become this person.

The timid little girl who used to follow her around with a bowl in hand, calling her “Sister” in a soft voice, had gradually grown distant, transforming into someone completely unfamiliar.

“I’m not being unreasonable. I’m just a little hurt,” Zhao Qingdai said, biting her lip. “I’m sorry, and thank you for saving me.”

“Again.”

Du Jingmo’s gaze was complex. She left with a curt “Take care of yourself” and turned away.

She didn’t look back, but as she reached the corner, she unconsciously glanced over her shoulder.

Zhao Qingdai, dressed in a blue hospital gown, stood at the doorway of her room. She gripped the doorframe, staring intently in the direction Du Jingmo had left, her unbandaged hand stained crimson with blood.

Already slender, the oversized gown made her appear even more frail, as if a gust of wind could topple her.

How did she get so thin?

Du Jingmo had thought the same thing the first time she spoke to Zhao Qingdai as a child.

How can there be such a skinny little girl in the world? Like a kitten, she looks so pitiful.

Only after Du Jingmo’s figure disappeared did Zhao Qingdai return to her room. She pulled out another tissue and meticulously wiped the blood from her hand, her unfocused gaze unsettlingly vacant.

The System clicked its tongue. “Anyone who didn’t know better would think you’re destroying evidence, not just wiping off your blood.”

“If Du Jingmo stops hating me, will I survive?” she asked abruptly.

“Don’t disrupt the plot,” the System replied. “Just survive until the grand finale.”

The plot.

What plot?

The one where the male and female leads live happily ever after, and the supporting characters fade silently into the background?

She tossed the tissue aside and checked herself out of the hospital. She hadn’t spent a single yuan; despite Du Jingmo’s harsh words, he had still paid her medical bills.

Even the System was moved. “What a noble Female Lead! You should treat her better.”

Zhao Qingdai laughed. “She’s noble, and I’m out for revenge against society. We’re a perfect match.”

She hailed a taxi back to campus. The moment she stepped through the gates, she caused a minor stir. Whispers and pointed glances followed her every move.

She headed straight to her dorm room. The moment she pushed the door open, the chatter inside ceased. Her poor reputation among the girls meant she was used to such reactions. She flopped onto her bed and was about to lower the mosquito net when a round-faced girl approached her, her expression strained and reluctant.

“Jiawen asked me to check on you. You seem fine, and she didn’t mean for things to escalate like this. It’s better for everyone if we settle this privately.”

Zhao Qingdai lay on her side, propping her head with one hand. “You’ve said everything. What’s left for me to say?”

The round-faced girl choked, her forced composure crumbling. “If you hadn’t stolen Jiawen’s boyfriend, none of this would have happened. Jiawen’s been terrified and crying all day. How can you show no remorse?”

Zhao Qingdai paused, considering the question seriously. “Probably because I’m a bitch,” she replied earnestly.

Why expect a green tea to reflect on her actions? If she had that kind of self-awareness, would she even be able to play the role of a villainous supporting character?

The entire dorm fell silent.

As expected, being a green tea isn’t for the faint of heart. Just look at that audacity—it’s fucking legendary!

The round-faced girl flushed crimson with rage, unable to find a retort. After a long, frustrated silence, she finally sputtered, “You’re shameless!” But before the words could fully escape her lips, Zhao Qingdai casually deflected the insult.

“Fine, I’ll settle this privately. Tell Jiawen to meet me by Jade Lake tomorrow at 3 PM. I won’t wait past then.”

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