When The Scheming Female Supporting Character Is Forced To Seduce The Female Lead - Chapter 13

Du Jingmo couldn’t help but reflect on herself.

The moment she saw Zhao Qingdai, her first thought wasn’t that she’d been eavesdropping, but rather how adorable she looked.

“This doesn’t make sense,” she thought. “Have I really become this tolerant of her?”

Frowning, she demanded, “Were you eavesdropping on my phone call?”

Zhao Qingdai’s charm tactic failed. She straightened up and tucked her hands behind her back. “Is Sister angry?”

Du Jingmo wanted to say yes, but hesitated, fearing it might be a misunderstanding. “That depends on whether you were eavesdropping.”

“I came to tell Sister it’s time for dinner,” Zhao Qingdai replied.

Du Jingmo instinctively rephrased this as, “I accidentally overheard while coming to tell you it’s time for dinner.”

She wasn’t truly angry anyway, so she nodded. “Alright, let’s go eat first.”

She thought the matter was over, but after they finished eating, Zhao Qingdai suddenly said, “I did listen to your phone call, Sister.”

“But I don’t consider it eavesdropping. I was quite open about it.”

Du Jingmo slowly raised an eyebrow.

As the ancients said: “The first impulse carries the force, the second wanes, and the third expires.” Having finished her meal, Du Jingmo had lost the energy to react even if she wanted to.

What a scheming little green tea.

Du Jingmo sighed and relented. “You don’t need to eavesdrop next time. Just ask directly, and I’ll tell you anything I can.”

“Okay, I understand! Thank you, Sister!”

[ System: ] You’re still the sassiest.

It was still trying to figure out how someone could eavesdrop so openly—half their head sticking out. Maybe its standards were too low; it couldn’t comprehend such audacity.

“I could have figured out what they were saying even without listening,” Zhao Qingdai said as she cleared her bowl and chopsticks. “I just wanted to test Sister’s tolerance level.”

Now it seemed Sister was even more forgiving than she’d imagined.

It was truly satisfying.

Du Jingmo might appear cold and aloof, but she was fiercely protective of her own, her character as straightforward and decisive as her manner.

After calling Du Zhong, Zhao Qingdai personally went to the Academic Affairs Office. She practically forced the man to issue a disciplinary action and apologize to Zhao Qingdai.

Though the man’s face practically screamed his resentment.

Zhao Qingdai cupped her face in her hands, her eyes sparkling. “Is this a scene from a wish-fulfillment novel? I never even dared to imagine something like this happening.”

[ Are you afraid to imagine this kind of plot development, or are you afraid to imagine Du Jingmo actually helping you? ] the System asked.

Obviously the latter.

Zhao Qingdai realized this silly System was getting too smart. She rapped its head, ordering it to shut up.

Du Jingmo even asked if this level of retaliation was enough. Zhao Qingdai nodded. “Of course it’s enough.”

More than enough.

In fact, it had been enough the moment Du Jingmo pulled her back.

They both thought the matter was settled, and Zhao Qingdai focused on building favor with Du Jingmo. Two days later, her former dormitory roommate suddenly came looking for her.

The round-faced girl quietly sent her a link and left a brief message: “Take a look at this.” Then she vanished as silently as she had appeared, like a thief planting a landmine.

Zhao Qingdai didn’t even need to click on the link. The title alone made it clear this was a post slandering her. After all, the nickname “green tea spirit” had long been unofficially bestowed upon her.

She carefully read the entire post from beginning to end and discovered that the actual content was quite simple: someone claimed to be a friend of the man who had made the clumsy confession, insisting that his “brother” had confessed because Zhao Qingdai had given him hints. He argued that Zhao Qingdai had tricked him, making him a victim of her manipulations.

But no one believed this explanation.

It wasn’t that Zhao Qingdai’s popularity had suddenly improved. Rather, any girl who had experienced a similar public confession would have felt the same deep embarrassment. This desperate attempt at damage control only made her look like a laughingstock.

To make his story more convincing, this “friend” added numerous details, but they contradicted each other. Eventually, people realized he had fabricated the whole thing, and he was actually the person who had been disciplined. His account was subsequently banned.

By then, however, the post’s popularity had already skyrocketed. The thread gradually derailed, with the focus shifting to the relationship between Du Jingmo and Zhao Qingdai.

Someone asked Zhao Qingdai, “Weren’t you called a green tea for stealing Du Jingmo’s man? So why would Du Jingmo step in to take you away?”

[Of course it’s because the goddess is both beautiful and kind-hearted. What else could it be?]

[I don’t think so. Maybe Du Jingmo was planning revenge and deliberately sabotaged the confession scene?]

Others chimed in, agreeing that women are petty and jealous, making the latter theory seem more plausible.

Zhao Qingdai read this and: “……”

She was genuinely amused.

This was the school’s official forum, and she had an account. She logged into her verified account, changed her nickname to “Zhao Qingdai,” and replied to the comment.

Four simple words: “You’re thinking too small.”

The embarrassment of being caught by the person herself caused the thread to quickly die down, bringing an end to the discussions about Du Jingmo.

Only Zhao Qingdai remained, still searching the forum for any news about Du Jingmo.

Before the humiliating confession incident, Du Jingmo had been a cool and aloof goddess. With her privileged background and outstanding academic record, her reputation had always been pristine. Most discussions about her were positive, with both men and women expressing their admiration.

The only negative post was the one her roommate had just shown her.

Ever since she became involved with Du Jingmo, the latter seemed to have fallen from her pedestal, becoming fair game for anyone’s commentary.

The System sensed her foul mood and floated over, offering, “If you’re angry, I’ll hack the post and delete all the previous insults too.”

It’s actually quite useful!

Zhao Qingdai shook her head. “No need. That would only draw more attention.”

She had deliberately used her real name on the forum precisely to divert attention onto herself. Now that the thread was buried, that was perfect.

She didn’t want Du Jingmo to be the subject of endless gossip.

The System understood somewhat, but not entirely. Just as it was about to ask for clarification, it sensed the Female Lead’s approach and immediately went invisible, adopting a transparent, comical face.

When Du Jingmo returned, Zhao Qingdai was still scrolling through the thread, her brow furrowed as if she were grappling with a world-shattering problem.

Approaching quietly, Du Jingmo glanced over and said unexpectedly, “Are you angry? I can contact the admins to have the post removed.”

Zhao Qingdai broke out in a cold sweat, her hand trembling as she hastily closed the forum page.

Turning around, she asked, “Sister, when did you come back?” She shot the System a fierce glare.

That silly face always popped up at the most unexpected moments, reminding her what disappointment truly felt like.

Du Jingmo realized she had startled Zhao Qingdai and smiled with raised eyebrows. “It was just a moment ago. You were too focused and didn’t notice. Do you want to delete the post?”

This handling was exactly like the System’s.

“Deleting it is fine, but…” Zhao Qingdai bit her lower lip, unconsciously picking at her palm. “Because of me, Sister seems to have been insulted.”

Although Du Jingmo only glanced at the post, it was clear that it only mentioned Zhao Qingdai in passing. The main target of the attack was still Zhao Qingdai herself.

“Can that even be called an insult? It’s quite gentle.” Du Jingmo patted the top of Zhao Qingdai’s head. “Some day I’ll take you to a banquet. If you hide and eavesdrop, you’ll find plenty of people talking about me.”

Zhao Qingdai frowned, her mind flooded with what the hell.

She asked in genuine confusion, “Are they crazy?”

Insulting her, a green tea girl, was one thing, but insulting Du Jingmo?

Du Jingmo shrugged nonchalantly. “Who knows?”

Just as she was about to call Zhao Qingdai back for dinner, her phone vibrated twice. She glanced at the caller ID and expressionlessly hung up.

The name “Gu Cheng” flashed briefly on the screen.

Zhao Qingdai’s radar-like sensitivity for detecting information about the male lead kicked in. Before she could fully relax, Du Jingmo’s phone rang again.

This time, it was Father Du calling.

This call couldn’t be ignored. Zhao Qingdai was instructed to go eat first while Du Jingmo retreated to her room with her phone.

The two calls arriving so close together, clearly for the same reason, made Zhao Qingdai’s heart ache like a kitten was scratching at it. Yet she dared not eavesdrop.

Eavesdropping was acceptable when it involved her, but not for anything else.

She was a master of walking the fine line between propriety and impropriety.

Du Jingmo listened numbly to her father’s lecture.

“You didn’t even answer Gu Cheng’s call! When did you become so rude?”

Gu Cheng’s deep voice came through the receiver. “Father, that’s a bit harsh. Miss Du might have been busy and couldn’t answer.”

Du Jingmo, who was indeed too busy to answer, rolled her eyes at the ceiling.

Gu Cheng had clearly made this call deliberately in front of her father.

What a petty little scheme.

Father Du, receiving no response, pressed further. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course I am, how could I not listen to you, Father?” Du Jingmo softened her voice. “But I’m starving, so dizzy and weak I can barely hear you. Could you wait until I finish eating to scold me?”

Father Du’s lecture was effectively stifled, leaving him with only one final remark: “Fine, go eat first. But remember to answer your phone next time, don’t be so rude!”

Du Jingmo nearly burst into laughter at her father’s exasperation.

Throughout her life, the harshest words her father had ever directed at her were simply “that’s rude.”

She hung up, opened Gu Cheng’s chat window, but feeling irritable, decided to lock her screen and head downstairs for dinner instead.

In the dining hall, Zhao Qingdai had been scheming for quite some time, ready to probe with indirect questions. Just then, Du Jingmo’s phone lit up.

Gu Cheng’s message arrived with pinpoint precision, as if he’d been timing it.

Du Jingmo had originally planned not to return, but when the sensation of losing control resurfaced during the car accident, her fingertips twitched, and she found herself opening the message right in front of Zhao Qingdai, as if deliberately flaunting it.

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