When The Scheming Female Supporting Character Is Forced To Seduce The Female Lead - Chapter 19

The two men delivered their apology in loud voices. Afterward, they stared at Du Jingmo, waiting for a response. When none came, they finally asked, “Miss Du, can you forgive us?”

Du Jingmo slowly tilted her head, her question sincere. “So you were apologizing to me? But you didn’t wrong me. Why would you apologize to me?”

Zhao Qingdai, the actual victim, sat right beside them. These two men hadn’t even glanced her way, yet they had the nerve to ask about forgiveness. It was utterly laughable.

Du Jingmo was clearly toying with them. The men’s expressions shifted rapidly, but they couldn’t afford to lose their composure now; any outburst would undo all their efforts. They forced themselves to endure the humiliation, turning stiffly toward Zhao Qingdai and offering another apology, their demeanor even more wooden than before.

Zhao Qingdai’s lips twitched, a cold smile forming in her heart.

Look at them, enduring this humiliation with such forced patience. Anyone would think they were the ones who’d been wronged.

Her eyes darted, and she leaned against Du Jingmo’s shoulder, lowering her long lashes. Her voice was plaintive and pitiful. “Sister, just thinking about what happened last night still scares me. I don’t want to see them. Can you make them leave?”

Du Jingmo patted her shoulder twice and softly agreed. When she looked up at the two men again, her eyes were openly cold and dismissive. “You heard her, gentlemen. Please leave. I won’t see you out.”

She neither forgave nor refused to forgive them. The two men exchanged bewildered glances before steeling themselves to ask, “Then, Miss Du, the photos you took yesterday…”

Before he could finish, Du Jingmo’s voice turned icy. “Get out!”

Two mumbled apologies and they think this is settled? What a joke!

Seeing they still intended to press the matter, Du Jingmo made a call. Within moments, several bodyguards rushed in and physically escorted the men away.

The speed and efficiency of the operation left Zhao Qingdai momentarily stunned. She stared blankly at Du Jingmo. “Where did the bodyguards come from, Sister?”

“They’ve always been here, they just don’t show themselves normally.” Seeing Zhao Qingdai’s dazed, bewildered expression, Du Jingmo’s mood instantly lifted, and her appetite improved. She asked Auntie to reheat the congee.

While waiting, she explained, “Rich people are all afraid of dying, so bodyguards are a basic necessity. But having them around all the time would be too conspicuous and draw attention, so they usually hide themselves.”

Zhao Qingdai: “…They’re hiding a little too well, don’t you think?”

She’d been living here for so long, and this was the first time she’d ever discovered the family even had bodyguards.

The freshly reheated lean meat congee was served. Du Jingmo gulped it down in one swallow, feeling instantly refreshed. She asked, “You left so early this morning. What were you doing?”

Zhao Qingdai took out two sick leave slips and placed them on the table.

Du Jingmo tilted her head, echoing the System’s earlier question: “I don’t think I’m so sick that I need someone by my bedside. Why are you taking time off?”

When the System said the same thing, Zhao Qingdai simply dismissed it as the silly thing babbling nonsense. But when Du Jingmo said it, she nervously explained, “I’m worried about Sister. With your foot injured, so many things are inconvenient. I want to take care of you.”

Since Zhao Qingdai had already taken time off, Du Jingmo couldn’t bring herself to be harsh. “It’s fine to rest at home, as long as your studies aren’t affected. Bring your coursework over; I want to check how you’re progressing.”

Her tone brooked no argument, as natural as that of a family matriarch.

Zhao Qingdai’s mind froze for a moment, a question mark slowly forming above her head.

“Is something wrong?” Du Jingmo pressed. “Are you refusing? Don’t tell me you haven’t been paying attention in class and are too ashamed to show me your work?”

“Of course not!” Zhao Qingdai retorted.

It’s just that after her awakening, she’d become less focused on her studies. Before that, she had always been a model student, excelling in academics, conduct, and even appearance—all in line with what a consummate green tea queen should embody.

It was just… this whole situation felt a little off.

After Du Jingmo earnestly critiqued her work and offered professional advice, the sense of unease only deepened.

Why had this eagerly anticipated alone time with her sister turned into a tutoring session?

Du Jingmo lightly tapped her forehead with the pen. “Why do I sense such resistance from you? Wasn’t this how I taught you before?”

At thirteen or fourteen, Zhao Qingdai had to fight tooth and nail just to survive. How could she possibly focus on anything else? Back then, she couldn’t even afford to study diligently—sometimes she even skipped class to take up part-time jobs.

It wasn’t until she met Du Jingmo that she finally picked up her books again, gaining a goal and purpose, and the opportunity to attend the same university as her sister.

The Du family’s support for her went far beyond material assistance; it was primarily emotional.

Thinking back, Zhao Qingdai’s gaze softened. “I was just thinking… Sister is rarely home to rest. Shouldn’t she spend these days resting instead of spending so much time with me?”

Du Jingmo replied matter-of-factly, “How could spending time with you be a waste?”

She always spoke so candidly, seemingly reserved on the surface but actually passionate and direct in her emotions.

Du Jingmo’s love for painting ran deep. Her daily painting routine, unshakable even by rain or shine, had become a habit. After helping Zhao Qingdai with her latest artwork, she resolutely moved to the art studio, undeterred by her physical limitations.

Only when she held a brush in her hand did she feel she hadn’t wasted the day.

“It’s a pity I can’t paint the scenery outside, and there’s no model. I’ll have to settle for still life,” she said, her hands never pausing as she spoke.

She had already drawn the household objects thousands of times, but she still picked up her brush now purely out of passion.

Zhao Qingdai’s mouth moved faster than her brain. “What about me? I can be your model, Sister.”

Du Jingmo paused, then slowly turned her head, one eyebrow arching high.

Her shock was written all over her face, so much so that she didn’t even notice the paint dripping onto the paper and spreading into a vibrant, vivid pool, more vivid than the color on the person before her.

Zhao Qingdai: “!”

She had been far too reckless lately, blurting out whatever came to mind!

But Du Jingmo refused to let her off the hook, asking with an enigmatic smile, “We’re both art students. When you say ‘model,’ you mean the same thing I’m thinking, right?”

“A nude model?”

In all her life, Zhao Qingdai had never experienced what it meant to be socially dead.

Her face flushed crimson as she stammered, “I just… wanted to contribute to Sister’s artistic career. My intentions are pure and innocent, nothing else.”

What did they mean by “the more you try to cover it up, the worse it gets”? This was exactly it.

“I never said you had any ulterior motives. Why are you so scared?” Du Jingmo bit the inside of her cheek, forcing her expression into a semblance of neutrality to hide her laughter.

But her efforts were futile. Even her shoulders trembled with suppressed giggles, just a hair’s breadth from bursting into full-blown laughter.

Zhao Qingdai: “……”

She was now regretting it, deeply regretting it.

She felt so embarrassed she was about to burst into flames on the spot. Finally, Du Jingmo’s conscience kicked in. Her laughter subsided, and she decided to give Zhao Qingdai a way out. “Since you’ve brought it up, I’ll indulge you. I’ll draw you a portrait.”

Zhao Qingdai hesitated, fiddling with the hem of her clothes. “…Is this really appropriate?”

Du Jingmo was a proper artist, but Zhao Qingdai wasn’t necessarily a proper model. Just imagining the scene made her blush and her heart race with guilt and nervousness. What would happen if they actually started drawing?

“Just put your clothes on, and it’ll be appropriate.” Du Jingmo cleared away the ruined paper and laid down a fresh sheet. “Keep your thoughts pure. Don’t overthink it.”

The System chimed in maliciously, “Exactly! Put on some clothes already!”

To think there’s actually a Vicious Female Supporting Character with such impure thoughts in this world! Even a silly cartoon character like me can tell that’s outrageous!

Zhao Qingdai found herself suddenly caught between two forces, speechless.

She clasped her hands behind her back and launched a verbal strike at the System, trying to steer the conversation back on track: “So, do I need to change my clothes and find the perfect angle?”

Du Jingmo shook her head. “No need for all that. You’re beautiful enough as you are.”

Even though Zhao Qingdai had been so embarrassed she felt like she might carve a castle out of her own skin, Du Jingmo’s single sentence smoothed her ruffled emotions.

Zhao Qingdai began to feel a glimmer of anticipation about modeling for the painting.

It was a painting that had first made her realize her feelings. Back then, she hadn’t even dared to pick up a brush, let alone anything else. Now, this situation was genuinely making her a little excited.

However, the painting Du Jingmo had proposed ultimately remained unfinished.

No sooner had Zhao Qingdai put brush to paper than her phone rang. It was Sasha, a classmate from the same department. Though they’d been assigned to the same dorm, Zhao Qingdai rarely stayed there, yet they’d still managed to become quite close.

Hearing that Zhao Qingdai had been injured and needed to take time off, Sasha had already called to check in earlier that morning. Now, just hours later, she was calling again.

Du Jingmo set down her brush and answered the call. “What’s up? I’ve only missed half a day of class, and you’re already missing me that much?”

Zhao Qingdai stared intently at her.

Her tone was casual and natural, even a little playful, betraying a close bond with the person on the other end of the call.

Zhao Qingdai couldn’t help but think, During the time I deliberately distanced myself from Sister, was this girl on the phone the one by her side?

The more she thought about it, the sourer she felt. But then she reminded herself, Sister has never lived in a dormitory. The only person she’s ever shared a pillow with is me. No one else has that privilege.

I’m the one Sister truly likes.

Sasha had no idea her casual phone call had summoned a green-eyed monster.

Her tone urgent, she said, “You need to get online right now! Someone’s doxxed you!”

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