When The Scheming Female Supporting Character Is Forced To Seduce The Female Lead - Chapter 12

As Zhao Qingdai descended the stairs, she wondered who this sudden confessor could be. After pondering for a while, she finally concluded: He’s a complete unknown.

Zhao Qingdai was adept at rejecting confessions. Before the man could speak, she cut him off: “Are you trying to confess your feelings to me?”

Her polite but firm tone left him flustered. After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “…Yes, yes I am.”

“I’m sorry,” Zhao Qingdai replied, “but my heart is solely devoted to my studies. I have no interest in romance. We’re simply not compatible.”

Faced with this unexpected suitor, she had no patience for lengthy explanations. She just wanted to end this quickly and leave.

She couldn’t help but feel relieved that Du Jingmo wasn’t there. If she had witnessed this scene, Zhao Qingdai wouldn’t know how to explain herself.

The man seemed caught off guard by her blunt rejection and the absurdity of her excuse. His expression shifted. “But I think we’d be quite compatible. Can’t you give me a chance?”

“No,” Zhao Qingdai said, turning to leave.

Realizing that this was his only chance, the man grabbed her wrist.

The moment physical contact was made, the crowd outside erupted in louder chants, as if they were the ones involved in the scene.

It started with shouts of “Just say yes!” and quickly escalated to “Give him a hug!” Zhao Qingdai struggled fiercely, but her wrist remained trapped. Her expression turned cold.

“Let go!” she hissed.

If they had been alone, the man might have released her. But the jeers from the crowd emboldened him, and his grip tightened.

“I genuinely like you! Can’t you give me a chance? I swear I’ll treat you right!”

The crowd grew louder, chanting “Kiss her!” with increasing fervor, giving the man immense courage.

He didn’t dare kiss her, but a hug seemed within reach.

Seeing his intentions, a wave of visceral disgust washed over Zhao Qingdai.

The System, frantic, hurled a furious, cartoonish face at the man, but its lack of physical form rendered the attack futile.

A sharp whistle pierced the air, halting the man’s advance. The crowd’s attention shifted, and the man instinctively looked up.

A fire extinguisher discharged right into his face, drenching him in foam.

Just as she was struggling to breathe, Zhao Qingdai felt a sharp pain on her wrist. The man’s grip on her hand slipped.

A team of security guards pushed through the crowd, extinguishing the candles on the ground and dousing the spectators’ enthusiasm for the spectacle.

Holding a small fire extinguisher in one hand and pulling Zhao Qingdai with the other, Du Jingmo frowned with concern. “Did he hurt you?”

Zhao Qingdai shook her head, then nodded. She couldn’t let this opportunity to play the victim slip by.

She raised her hand, but before she could speak, she herself was startled by the bruise on her wrist.

Oh my god, she thought he’d just left a red mark, but it’s actually bruised! How hard did he squeeze?

This isn’t a confession, it’s an attempted murder!

Du Jingmo saw the faint bruise, and her expression visibly darkened.

If I’d known this would happen, I should have bashed his head with the fire extinguisher instead of spraying his face. At least that might have cleared his head.

The commotion downstairs—public confession, fire extinguisher, and now a crowd—finally drew the attention of the teachers.

Du Jingmo gave one last glance at the still-dazed man before pulling Zhao Qingdai away.

“Let’s get back and tend to your injury. We need to hide from the teachers so we don’t get caught and disciplined.”

As she spoke, she gently touched Zhao Qingdai’s wrist, her brow furrowing. “Does it hurt?”

Zhao Qingdai stammered, “It’s… it’s not too bad. Not really hurting anymore.”

And it was true.

The moment Du Jingmo pushed through the crowd and pulled her behind her, Zhao Qingdai’s heart had swelled with joy, leaving her no room to notice the pain.

Du Jingmo wanted to ask more questions, but seeing Zhao Qingdai’s crimson earlobes, she sighed. “Why do you look so dazed and silly?”

Zhao Qingdai touched her ears, smiling, and didn’t answer.

She wasn’t foolish; she just always acted particularly helpless around her sister.

“Do you know the guy who just confessed?” Du Jingmo asked.

Zhao Qingdai shook her head.

“That’s good,” Du Jingmo said. “I called the fire alarm.”

She had sent Zhao Qingdai a message as soon as she had a moment, but the girl who usually replied instantly suddenly went silent. That’s when she started to suspect something was wrong.

She rushed back to school as quickly as possible. As soon as she stepped through the gates, she heard whispers about Zhao Qingdai.

Du Jingmo explained, “Open flames are prohibited in public places like schools. My fire alarm was both reasonable and justified.”

“Then why did Sister go up with a fire extinguisher herself?”

Mentioning this made Du Jingmo even more irritable. “Because he was about to hug you. That’s harassment.”

Putting on such a disruptive public display was foolish enough, but after the girl clearly rejected him, the man refused to back down and even tried to escalate to physical harassment.

Du Jingmo continued, “He needs a proper disciplinary record. Otherwise, others will follow suit, and more girls will suffer. And those cheering on the spectacle? Not a single one of them is decent.”

They were silent accomplices. Without their encouragement, the confessing man might never have dared to go that far.

Just as Du Jingmo was about to ask Zhao Qingdai how to resolve the matter and calm her anger, she turned around and discovered the supposed victim showing no signs of anger whatsoever. Instead, Zhao Qingdai looked absolutely delighted, her smile stretching so wide it seemed to reach her ears.

It wasn’t the forced, insincere smile of a green tea girl; it was genuine happiness that made her muscles twitch uncontrollably.

For a moment, Du Jingmo was speechless. “…Why are you so happy?”

“Nothing, I just remembered a funny joke,” Zhao Qingdai said, biting the corner of her lip to suppress her grin.

Her crush had rushed to save her with a fire extinguisher.

Such a simple yet romantic scene.

The anger in Du Jingmo’s heart suddenly dissipated.

It seemed that as her relationship with Zhao Qingdai gradually improved, she found it increasingly difficult to stay mad at her.

Shaking her head in exasperation, Du Jingmo said, “Forget it. Let’s go home first. Weren’t you supposed to go back to your dorm to pack? Where’s your luggage?”

Zhao Qingdai’s smile froze, and a curse slowly rose from the depths of her heart.

“…I left in such a hurry, I forgot it downstairs.”

Du Jingmo pondered for a moment. “Is there anything important in it? If not, don’t go back. We’ll replace what you need.”

She didn’t want Zhao Qingdai to be subjected to another public spectacle. If they returned now, the crowd might still be lingering.

Zhao Qingdai’s public image was less than ideal, and she was likely to face more cold remarks.

“It’s really important. I have to go get it,” Zhao Qingdai said with unwavering determination. “Sister, wait here for me. I’ll be right back!”

With that, she hurried away, completely abandoning the fragile and pitiful image she usually cultivated. It was as if she had thrown it all behind her, leaving no trace to retrieve.

Before Du Jingmo could ask any further questions, Zhao Qingdai was already out of sight.

“…Seems like her legs have recovered quite well.”

Watching her stride away with such vigor, Du Jingmo knew she couldn’t catch up.

Zhao Qingdai sprinted back to her dormitory building. Seeing the suitcase still there, she breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could even catch her breath, she grabbed the luggage and hurried off again.

Du Jingmo wanted to ask what exactly was so important, but seeing Zhao Qingdai’s reluctance to explain, she swallowed her curiosity and kept silent.

Zhao Qingdai was deeply grateful that Du Jingmo was such a tactful person, never prying into awkward matters.

Her suitcase wasn’t filled with valuables, but it did contain a notebook plastered with photos of Du Jingmo—snapshots she had secretly taken over the past two years.

It sounded creepy, and creepily old-fashioned.

In this day and age, it’s hard to find a second person who would still paste photos into a locked diary.

But Zhao Qingdai simply couldn’t trust phone backups. She needed the tangible comfort of holding the physical photos in her hand, their images frozen in time.

The first thing she did upon returning home was hastily tuck the diary into the innermost corner of the bedside table.

Though this was Du Jingmo’s house, she would never invade someone else’s private space. The bedside table was the safest place.

The System was driven to distraction by her actions, its curiosity burning. “Hey, what’s this all about?”

“What’s this got to do with a little kid like you? Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t be asking.” Zhao Qingdai snapped the drawer shut with practiced efficiency.

System: “……” So infuriating!

She casually stroked the comical face of the System’s avatar, which had earlier tried to “act brave,” then tiptoed out. No sooner had she poked her head out than she heard Du Jingmo talking on the phone.

Du Zhong’s voice crackled intermittently over the phone, his words barely audible. He seemed to be asking something like, “What did he do to offend you?” and “Do you really need him to be disciplined to calm down?”

Du Jingmo leaned against the windowsill, her long lashes casting a small shadow. “Discipline is the least he deserves. Not even pressing charges for harassment is lenient of me. I’m giving him a chance to redeem himself.”

“That’s not enough to satisfy me. I want him to apologize personally and swear never to harass Qingdai again.”

This wasn’t a major issue, but even over the phone, Du Zhong could sense his sister’s genuine anger, which made him chuckle. “You’ve called me twice in such a short time. When did you get so worked up?”

“Will you help?”

“Of course! Your anger is serious business.” Du Zhong’s tone shifted abruptly. “So, have you and Qingdai reconciled? Weren’t you out of touch for a while?”

Du Jingmo paused. “…It’s… complicated.”

How to explain it? She suddenly realized that as long as Zhao Qingdai didn’t pour tea on her head, the tea still smelled pleasantly fragrant, and her petty jealousies were within acceptable limits.

In fact, she was rather cute.

After hanging up the phone, Du Jingmo sighed inwardly: “What’s the difference between me and some clueless guy?”

She turned around just as she was about to leave and caught Zhao Qingdai leaning against the doorframe, eavesdropping.

Zhao Qingdai chuckled awkwardly, then formed her fingers into a “meow” gesture, trying to charm her way out of it. “Sister, what a coincidence!”

Du Jingmo: “……”

She suddenly understood the joy of being a clueless guy.

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