When The Scheming Female Supporting Character Is Forced To Seduce The Female Lead - Chapter 11

Zhao Qingdai was exceptionally skilled at charming men. Applying this skill to a child was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The boy already felt a strong connection to Zhao Qingdai because she resembled his mother. After sampling her snacks and drinks, his smile never faded. He kept calling her “Sister” over and over, sweet enough to make anyone’s teeth ache.

The System, listening to this incessant repetition of “Sister,” felt like its ears were about to develop calluses.

Although, being a cartoonish head with no actual ears, it couldn’t technically develop calluses.

“Could this be the family talent point being activated?”

How could a brother and sister who had never even met be so remarkably in sync when it came to calling her “Sister”?

This was absurd, utterly absurd.

“How adorable,” Zhao Qingdai said, patting the boy’s head with a complicated expression. “When will your mom come to pick you up?”

“My mom…” The boy looked around, his gaze settling on something. His eyes lit up. “My mom’s here! Over there, Sister! Quick, look!”

Zhao Qingdai turned around and met Zhang Xinlan’s unattractive expression head-on. She smiled sincerely and warmly. “Your mom is so beautiful.”

“Nothing like you, Sister. You don’t even remember what your mom looks like, do you?”

The little boy jumped off his chair and threw himself into his mother’s arms. He lifted his chubby face, beaming proudly as if showing off a treasure. “Sister, look! I wasn’t lying. You really do look like Mommy!”

The resemblance between them was striking, so much so that passersby couldn’t help but remark on how alike they looked.

Zhang Xinlan’s face turned ashen. She stiffly patted the boy’s shoulder and instructed him to wait outside, saying she needed to speak to his “sister” alone.

The boy found this odd, but he obediently withdrew.

Zhao Qingdai tilted her head, a hint of amusement in her voice. “This child is certainly much cuter than me. It’s perfectly normal to prefer him over me.”

“What do you want?” Zhang Xinlan bit out, her teeth grinding.

Zhao Qingdai cocked her head, feigning confusion. “Didn’t you specifically come to the school looking for me, saying you wanted to see me? Now that I’m here, why do you look like you’re about to lose your temper?”

Lowering her voice as if making a tremendous concession, Zhang Xinlan said, “I know you resent me for abandoning you back then, but that’s between us mother and daughter. It has nothing to do with the child. If you want to confront anyone, come after me!”

Zhao Qingdai’s gaze gradually turned frosty, abandoning even the pretense of civility.

Anyone watching might mistake Zhang Xinlan for a selfless mother willing to sacrifice anything to protect her child.

In a cold tone, Zhao Qingdai replied, “My greatest virtue is reciprocity. You came to find me once; I’ll return the visit.”

“It doesn’t matter if I couldn’t find you. I already know where this child goes to school.”

“Every time you come to my school, I’ll visit him once. If you come twice, I’ll follow him to your home for a visit.”

Watching Zhang Xinlan’s expression grow increasingly grim, Zhao Qingdai tilted her head and asked earnestly, “Your current husband doesn’t know about your previous marriage or that your child is already in university, does he?”

“Enough! Stop talking!” Zhang Xinlan finally lost her composure, her voice trembling. “I won’t bother you again, and you stay away from me!”

If Zhang Xinlan hadn’t brought this matter to Du Jingmo’s attention, Zhao Qingdai wouldn’t have bothered with her at all. Now that her goal was achieved, she narrowed her eyes and turned to leave. But as she brushed past Zhang Xinlan, she heard the woman hiss through gritted teeth:

“I can’t believe you’ve stooped so low, using an innocent child to blackmail me!”

Zhao Qingdai sneered. “That’s because you’re ignorant. You have no idea what you’re missing.”

After all, she was the school’s infamous “green tea,” a femme fatale whose list of conquests could stretch down a city block. If Zhang Xinlan knew that, wouldn’t she be furious enough to pass out?

Zhao Qingdai left without another word, deliberately ignoring the little boy at the door who tried to greet her. She hailed a taxi and sped back to school.

She still had to have lunch with her sister. She couldn’t risk being caught skipping class on her first day back.

Just as Zhao Qingdai was about to ask the System to help her locate Du Jingmo, she noticed the originally yellow, comical face had turned bright red.

It had transformed into an enraged, comical face.

“What’s wrong? Are you this angry?” Zhao Qingdai asked, startled.

“That woman was absolutely infuriating!” The System had been holding back its frustration for a long time, and now it finally had the chance to speak.

Zhang Xinlan’s son was indeed innocent, but wasn’t Zhao Qingdai just as innocent back then?

No, even the current Zhao Qingdai was completely innocent.

Zhang Xinlan was a victim of domestic violence at home, but towards Zhao Qingdai, she was a thorough abuser.

“I didn’t realize you were such a righteous comical face. I misjudged you earlier,” Zhao Qingdai said, gently tapping the System’s “head.”

To outsiders, it looked like she was randomly waving her hand in the air.

“Don’t be angry. I’m not even mad,” she said with a smile. “I have a tiny heart, but I never get the short end of the stick.”

The System floated over and asked seriously, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t pay when I left just now,” Zhao Qingdai replied.

She had ordered outrageously expensive drinks and even talked the kid into ordering several pricey bottles and a bunch of desserts and snacks.

The System paused before saying, “…You still outshine me.”

It suddenly realized it had misplaced its sense of justice.

After coaxing the System, Zhao Qingdai leaned back against the car seat, watching the scenery fly by as she exhaled a long breath.

Let’s just consider that money repayment for what Zhang Xinlan took when she ran away from home.

She wouldn’t dwell on it anymore.

As long as Zhang Xinlan didn’t continue being foolish and involve Du Jingmo, everything would be fine.

This was her unwavering bottom line, whether before or after her awakening.

Rushing back to school, Zhao Qingdai was about to find Du Jingmo when she received a message from her first.

The message was simple: the Du family had an event she had to attend, so she’d be eating lunch out. She told Zhao Qingdai to take care of herself, not to wait for her, and not to skip a meal.

Zhao Qingdai quickly replied with an “Understood,” followed by an emoji of a little girl pouting and making an “OK” sign.

In stark contrast to the cute emoji was her cold expression.

She asked the System, “Did she go to see Gu Cheng?”

After observing for a few days, the System had picked up on something. It dared not answer this loaded question. “How would I know? I’m just a little system. Ask Du Jingmo yourself.”

Zhao Qingdai didn’t dare.

She was afraid Du Jingmo wouldn’t tell her, but also afraid she would confirm it.

Her interference had disrupted the original first meeting between the male and female leads. Because Du Jingmo had been focused on her recovery these past few days, the plot had stalled.

But now that she was healed, the situation was different.

She still remembered Gu Cheng’s confident gaze in the hospital, as if victory was already in his grasp.

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I have to take action,” Zhao Qingdai muttered, biting her lip as she paced. The corner of her lip was stained crimson, almost bleeding.

Trying to seduce Gu Cheng like in the original story was definitely out of the question. This man had been blessed with a “love at first sight” buff by the author.

She needed to focus her efforts on Du Jingmo.

Zhao Qingdai was an expert at acting pitiful and vulnerable. Her “sister” had always fallen for that act.

Her thoughts were in turmoil, and the System, sensing most of her chaotic mind, immediately grew distraught. “What happened to ‘turning over a new leaf’? What about ‘reforming your ways’? Why are you constantly scheming to sabotage the relationship between the male and female leads?”

“In human society, your behavior is called ‘interfering as a third party,’ and it’s universally despised, you know that, right?”

Zhao Qingdai paused, her gaze turning icy.

“Only an interloper is called a ‘third party.'”

“I am not an interloper.”

Realizing its mistake, the System fell silent.

Though her mind was in chaos, Zhao Qingdai maintained her composure. She first bought a lunch, took a photo of it, and sent it to Du Jingmo, appending a GIF of a cute cat sitting patiently, waiting for praise.

Du Jingmo didn’t reply.

Unable to bear wasting food under any circumstances, she forced herself to finish the meal, even though she had no appetite. Then she returned to the dormitory to pack her belongings.

When the other girls in the dormitory learned she was leaving, they visibly sighed in relief, yet also seemed awkward. To ease the tension, they asked about Zhao Qingdai’s injuries and where she was moving, only managing to make the situation even more uncomfortable.

She half-heartedly acknowledged their chatter while quickly packing her suitcase. Just as she was about to close it, a sudden shout came from the window.

“Quick, look! Someone’s confessing downstairs!”

The remaining two girls immediately crowded over, their gossip laced with unmistakable excitement. “Who is it? Who’s confessing to whom?”

The round-faced girl saw the name written among the candles below and immediately flushed with embarrassment. “…It’s a confession for Zhao Qingdai.”

Zhao Qingdai froze, a question forming in her mind.

“What?” she asked, bewildered.

This made no sense. Her last conquest had been Jiahui’s ex-boyfriend, and since then, she’d sworn off such affairs, devoting herself entirely to Du Jingmo. Why would anyone suddenly confess to her?

She set down her suitcase and looked out the window. The moment the Female Lead appeared, the crowd below erupted, a wave of “Accept him!” chants rolling like ocean waves.

One of the dorm mates ventured, “Who’s that guy? Is he your boyfriend?”

“If he were my boyfriend, would he need to confess?” Zhao Qingdai shot her a dismissive glance.

Zhao Qingdai felt her intelligence was being insulted.

The System was also curious. “Who’s this guy?”

“I don’t know. He’s not someone I’ve ever taken advantage of.”

His taste is so low. What era is this? He actually arranged a heart made of candles, wrote her name in the middle, scattered petals around it, and even had a man standing on a petal holding a giant stuffed animal.

The more Zhao Qingdai looked, the more she felt this spectacle was painfully cringe-worthy.

She’d thought such a clichéd confession method was stupid ever since high school, and she never expected to encounter it again in college.

The commotion downstairs continued unabated, growing louder as more spectators arrived—some drawn by the spectacle, others specifically to see Zhao Qingdai’s reaction.

Failing to have lunch with Du Jingmo that noon had already put her in a foul mood. With a furrowed brow and a click of her tongue, she grabbed her suitcase and headed downstairs.

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