When The Scheming Female Supporting Character Is Forced To Seduce The Female Lead - Chapter 2

Zhao Qingdai arrived at Jade Lake precisely on time, finding Jiawen already waiting for her, having been there for half an hour.

Jiawen still loathed this green tea bitch, but the matter of her falling into the water needed to be resolved. If Zhao Qingdai insisted on making a scene, it could potentially damage Jiawen’s records and career prospects.

“What will it take for you to settle this privately?” she asked, taking the initiative.

“Start with an apology,” Zhao Qingdai said casually, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “And make it sincere. I’m petty and morally bankrupt, so watch out—I hold grudges.”

Jiawen’s delicate face flushed pale, then red. She desperately wanted to storm off, but her internship was starting soon, and she couldn’t afford a blemish on her record at this critical moment.

It’s just a momentary outburst. I can endure it, she told herself.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to push you. I was going to confront Sun Peng and demand answers, but I stumbled and accidentally knocked you over.”

She was telling the truth, and Zhao Qingdai knew it. The lovelorn couple had been locked in a fierce argument, and as Zhao Qingdai tried to slip away, Jiawen, pushed off balance, had fallen back and precisely kicked her over.

“That’s sincere enough. I accept,” Zhao Qingdai said, turning to leave.

Jiawen froze, stunned by Zhao Qingdai’s sudden change in attitude. Before she could react, she blurted out, “You’re just going to walk away like that?”

“What, not satisfied?” Zhao Qingdai glanced back, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling at the corners as a casual smile spread across her face.

This demeanor was almost universally effective with men. Even Jiawen, who secretly loathed Zhao Qingdai, was momentarily stunned.

Zhao Qingdai was undeniably beautiful, but… such a beauty, why choose to be a thief?

Growing impatient, Zhao Qingdai sneered, “I accept your apology because I know you’re not at fault. Unlike you, I’m not foolish enough to fail at tracing the root cause and then embarrass myself with pointless drama.”

Jiawen’s face flushed crimson as she gritted her teeth and retorted, “What nonsense are you spouting?”

“Shall I pull up the chat logs and show you how your boyfriend was simping over me while he was still with you?” Zhao Qingdai scoffed coldly. “You should be thanking me for helping you distinguish between trash and decent people. Remember to be smarter next time, or you won’t be so lucky to encounter someone as kind as me again.”

Jiawen ground her teeth in fury.

Yet she couldn’t deny the truth in Zhao Qingdai’s words.

The reason she had confronted only Sun Peng yesterday was because she had discovered he was the one who had cheated first, with Zhao Qingdai merely being a passive recipient.

As Zhao Qingdai left, Jiawen followed suit, and the shores of Jade Lake returned to their tranquil stillness.

Behind layers of leafy shade, Du Jingmo sat before her easel, brush poised in hand, yet not a single stroke had touched the canvas.

The System could only offer Zhao Qingdai a heartfelt “Respect.”

This was the first time it had encountered a Host who not only completed tasks autonomously without needing its assistance but also made progress on the second day of the mission.

“How did you know Du Jingmo would be sketching here?”

“As a top-tier green tea, I know far more than you think,” Zhao Qingdai chuckled softly.

When it came to Du Jingmo, she felt she could never know enough.

She instructed the System, “Show me the plot again.”

She focused solely on the scene where the male and female leads first met; the novel’s opening and memorizing every crucial detail.

Without the System, she would never have imagined that Du Jingmo was not only the Female Lead but also the “bickering lovers” type.

In the original story, their first encounter stemmed from a minor car accident. Rushing to a business meeting, the male lead had been speeding when his car grazed Du Jingmo.

Ever since discovering her passion for painting, Du Jingmo had been fiercely protective of her hands. The accident had spilled her paints, damaged her art supplies, and left her hands scraped and bruised.

To make matters worse, the Male Lead’s attitude was terrible. He shoved money at Du Jingmo, who didn’t need it, then left to handle work, instructing his assistant to take her to the hospital. During their first encounter, the Male Lead was stunned by Du Jingmo’s beauty, while she unilaterally held a grudge against him.

The System, after reviewing the scene again, couldn’t help but exclaim, “How sweet! It’s love at first sight and a classic case of ‘enemies to lovers’! Their sweet romance is about to begin!”

Zhao Qingdai scoffed coldly.

“Isn’t this just lust at first sight? If Du Jingmo weren’t beautiful, would this ‘sweet’ development even exist?” she sneered, “Hypocritical!”

The System: “Hey, just saying—your Blackening Value is rising! A warning: if it gets too high, I’ll have to shock you.”

Zhao Qingdai grew even more irritated, clicking her tongue and muttering, “Fine, I get it.”

Her mind was now consumed by the plot’s starting point, which was—

Three days later.

From the moment Du Jingmo woke up that day, she felt uneasy. Her eyelids twitched incessantly, and a strange sense of foreboding weighed on her heart.

This anxiety reached its peak during the car accident.

The black Bentley roared toward her like a wild beast out of control. She could have dodged it, but in that moment, she felt as if she had lost control of her body, forced to watch helplessly as the vehicle hurtled toward her.

“Sister!”

A panicked cry pierced through the blaring car horn.

The next moment, she was shoved violently aside. Zhao Qingdai’s face, twisted in pain, swam into view. The mingled scents of perfume and blood overwhelmed her, enveloping her completely.

Du Jingmo froze for an instant, the eerie sensation of being controlled finally vanishing. She frantically fumbled for her phone to call an ambulance, not even noticing her beloved art supplies scattered across the ground.

“Sister,” Zhao Qingdai gasped, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, staining her beautiful face crimson. The sight was horrifying. “Are you… okay?”

She strained to reach out, her hand trembling as she struggled to touch the person before her.

Du Jingmo forced herself to remain calm and swiftly dialed emergency services. She gripped Zhao Qingdai’s hand tightly, unconsciously squeezing harder. “I’m fine! You’ll be fine too!”

Zhao Qingdai tried to smile, but the rapid blood loss left her too weak to even manage a flicker of a smile.

Before her consciousness faded, the last thing she saw was Du Jingmo’s panicked face.

Du Jingmo had never imagined a person could bleed so much—so much that it terrified her, as if the entire world had turned crimson.

She gripped Zhao Qingdai’s hand tightly, repeatedly assuring her that everything would be alright, though it was unclear whether she was comforting herself or the already unresponsive Zhao Qingdai.

A viscous liquid slid down from the corner of her eye. She instinctively wiped at it and realized Zhao Qingdai’s blood had splattered onto her eyelid.

No wonder it was so red.

Everything she saw was stained with her blood.

“Miss, don’t worry. We’ve already called the police and an ambulance. It’ll be here soon.”

Du Jingmo looked up at the sound of the voice. A tall, impeccably dressed man stood before her, his face obscured by the light. Only the cold, unapproachable glint of his gold-rimmed glasses was visible.

“I’m not worried. You should be the one worried,” she said, fury simmering in her dark eyes. “If anything happens to her, you can look forward to prison food.”

Her voice was calm yet forceful, stating facts rather than making threats. When the ambulance arrived, she ignored the two perpetrators and followed the vehicle to the hospital.

In the hospital corridor, Du Jingmo stared at the words “in critical care” above the door. Her fingers clenched and relaxed repeatedly as she gritted her teeth and dialed a number.

“Brother, do me a favor.”

Zhao Qingdai didn’t regain consciousness for several hours. Her entire body ached with a pain she hadn’t felt in years.

“System, don’t you have any cheat codes for me? Something to block the pain?”

“No,” the System replied coldly and ruthlessly. “I warned you long ago that you don’t possess the Female Lead’s halo. I advised against taking such risks.”

Du Jingmo had only suffered minor injuries because the plot demanded it. Given the speed she was driving at, the fact that she hadn’t died instantly was a testament to divine mercy.

When analyzing the plot, the System had only known that Zhao Qingdai would become ruthless after her darkening. It never anticipated that she would personally carry out such brutal actions.

Truly a formidable anti-social character even within a sweet story.

“I thought you were just a chatterbox,” Zhao Qingdai muttered inwardly, her injuries too severe to argue with the System without pausing to catch her breath. “But it turns out you’re not only a chatterbox, you’re utterly useless.”

The hospital door creaked open, and Du Jingmo stepped inside with light footsteps.

She never imagined she’d see Zhao Qingdai in the hospital twice within a week, each time more severely injured than before.

The memory of the car accident was still vivid in her mind. Having never walked the line between life and death before, it was a lie to say she wasn’t still afraid.

But what unsettled her most was the feeling of losing control in that moment.

“How are you feeling?” she asked softly.

Zhao Qingdai seemed dazed. It had been far too long since she’d heard Du Jingmo speak to her with such gentleness.

She shook her head, her voice slow and hesitant. “I’m fine. Jingmo, are you upset?”

Du Jingmo didn’t respond directly. “If you feel unwell, tell me, and I’ll call a doctor. Don’t worry about the medical fees; you saved me. The driver responsible has already been taken to the police station by my brother. As for the other person…”

She frowned, a hint of frustration in her expression.

That Gu Cheng fellow had some serious connections, and since he wasn’t driving, they couldn’t get him locked up.

Unaware of Zhao Qingdai’s paling complexion at the mention of Gu Cheng, she continued, “How to deal with the driver is up to you. You decide when you feel better.”

Zhao Qingdai muttered, “Do I really get to decide?”

Du Jingmo nodded.

“Then forget it. I don’t want to make a fuss.”

Hadn’t she paid such a heavy price to sever the connection between the male and female leads?

Sending the driver to the police station? That sounded like the start of a clichéd “happily ever after” romance! She wouldn’t allow it!

Du Jingmo blinked in confusion, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “Forget it?”

Seeing Zhao Qingdai nod in confirmation, she laughed. “When did you become so kind-hearted?”

Jiawen, who had accidentally pushed her into the water, at least deserved an apology. Now that Zhao Qingdai was half-dead, she was just letting it go?

Du Jingmo propped herself up on her elbows, leaning closer to Zhao Qingdai, their faces almost touching. “Qingdai, why were you there today?”

Her warm breath brushed against Zhao Qingdai’s cheek and neck, flushing her pale face slightly. But the next moment, Du Jingmo’s question drained all color from her face.

“You weren’t… following me, were you?”

Oh boy, we’re done for.

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