When The Scheming Female Supporting Character Is Forced To Seduce The Female Lead - Chapter 22

At that moment, Zhao Qingdai’s mind was filled with only one thought: “I’m screwed.”

Could the carefully crafted persona she had nurtured for so long finally be about to crumble?

Du Jingmo sighed, her tone genuinely impressed. “Earlier, when you weren’t paying attention in class, I worried you would struggle to find a job. But now it seems even if your academic skills are lacking, you could still become a professional troll—a paid one, at that.”

This level of skill and ferocity was beyond what most trolls could even dream of.

It was pure talent!

Zhao Qingdai’s expression filled with resentment. “Sister, are you serious?”

Du Jingmo stifled a laugh, stroking Zhao Qingdai’s hair and letting her hand rest on her shoulder. “Finished flaming? Now come back and be a model. The drawing isn’t finished yet.”

Zhao Qingdai obediently stood up, still a little hesitant. “Was I too fierce just now?”

“You mean when you turned into a pager and started sparring online?” Du Jingmo shifted her weight, her feet a little sore from standing too long. She leaned against the headboard, propping herself up. “It was alright. You were fierce and scary.”

And a little cute.

When she first entered the room, Zhao Qingdai had been lying on the bed, her back to her, one cheek puffed out as she furiously tapped her phone screen, each keystroke accompanied by a series of beeps. The more she typed, the fiercer her expression grew.

Clearly, none of them could match her in a verbal sparring match, yet she grew increasingly agitated. In the end, her account was suspended, which only made her angrier as she slammed her phone onto the bed.

Zhao Qingdai in this state was already endearingly adorable, especially since she’d been arguing online to defend Du Jingmo.

Zhao Qingdai’s reputation at school wasn’t exactly stellar, with no shortage of people who attacked her behind her back. But she’d never fought back like this before, unleashing her keyboard to brawl with others.

Those suspended accounts were proof of how much she cared about Du Jingmo.

Zhao Qingdai finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, her “green tea” persona remained intact.

“I’m going to go paint,” Du Jingmo said, raising her hand and arching an eyebrow. “Give me a hand.”

After just a few steps, her wound began to ache again.

Zhao Qingdai quickly supported her and led her to the art studio. She wanted to urge her not to overwork herself, but the words died on her lips.

Du Jingmo was far more agitated than she let on. Painting would calm her, and that’s what she needed right now.

Even Zhao Qingdai found herself gradually calming down as she waited for her sister to start painting. Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to subtly reveal the plot to Du Jingmo.

“Sister,” she began tentatively, “there’s something I find rather strange. I’m not sure if I should ask.”

Du Jingmo refused to engage with this overly polite approach. “If you don’t think you should, then don’t ask.”

Zhao Qingdai: “……”

Huh? What’s this? Why isn’t Sister following the script? She was clearly not like this before! Where’s her usual clueless, straight-man-like mindset?

The System nearly burst into uncontrollable laughter, sounding like a squealing pig. When Zhao Qingdai glared at it, it quickly silenced itself and went invisible.

It had been waiting for this “green tea” act to backfire for far too long, and its overwhelming joy was impossible to suppress.

Du Jingmo couldn’t help but smile along with Zhao Qingdai.

Having completed a part of her painting, she set down her brush and chuckled, “Just say what you mean next time. There’s nothing we can’t talk about between us. This is what happens when you beat around the bush.”

Zhao Qingdai pouted, leaning against the windowsill with her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting on them. She tilted her head to look at Du Jingmo, her expression conveying her hurt and indignation without words.

With that expression, anything she said sounded utterly reasonable: “I don’t understand why Mr. Gu knows so much about Sister’s online harassment. He even has a file on it—it looks like he came prepared.”

[ System: ] …Isn’t this just trying to make the Male Lead jealous?! And she even preemptively explained it—what a waste!

Du Jingmo paused before asking, “Are you suggesting this has something to do with him?”

Zhao Qingdai didn’t want to be too definitive, only implying: “Mr. Gu doesn’t seem like that kind of person, but this situation is definitely strange. He seems to know even more than Brother does.”

She really wanted to stir things up more, but she knew Gu Cheng wouldn’t have done this, limiting her options for manipulation.

“Now that you mention it, you’re right. I hadn’t thought of that,” Du Jingmo said. “You’re thinking more than I am today.”

Zhao Qingdai, ever sweet and considerate, replied, “When it comes to matters concerning Sister, I naturally think deeply and carefully.”

Du Jingmo retorted, “When did you have time to think? Was it while you were pretending to be an internet troll just now?”

Zhao Qingdai’s meticulously crafted expression froze for a moment.

She knew it! From the moment Du Jingmo saw her, she’d never live down being called a human BB machine!

How she hated that!

Watching Zhao Qingdai’s expression shift rapidly from stiffness to bewilderment to embarrassment, Du Jingmo decided to stop teasing and change the subject. “I wasn’t idle either. While you were noticing something was off, I called the police. We’re making progress together, pushing forward through mutual encouragement.”

Zhao Qingdai completely ignored the absurd phrases and asked urgently, “You called the police?”

Du Jingmo nodded. “These days, lawyer letters don’t carry much weight. I reported it personally, and the company will sue for libel and slander. Two-pronged approach is faster.”

The clarification post would go up tonight, and a police report for such a minor case would be issued within three days. Once they had a court summons, all the rumors would be crushed.

Even with the internet’s tendency to amplify emotions, most people would still choose to believe the official response from the authorities.

Zhao Qingdai had planned to create a new account that day, so she could call out the trolls when the clarification post went up that evening. She’d even saved their usernames, but Du Jingmo stopped her.

She confiscated Zhao Qingdai’s phone outright. “Don’t waste your time online arguing with those people. Some are just pawns unaware they’re being used, some are keyboard warriors hiding behind their screens, and others are professional trolls. Why bother engaging with them?”

Zhao Qingdai understood the logic, but she couldn’t resist the urge to check. She tugged at Du Jingmo’s wrist, pouting. “But how can anyone live without their phone these days? I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t check it. Please give it back.”

She clasped her hands together and made a pleading gesture. “Pretty please, Sister?”

In that moment, Du Jingmo felt a sudden tightness in her chest. Her heartbeat was so loud it felt like it might burst her eardrums.

“No way,” she snapped, forcibly reining in her wavering resolve. “If you can’t sleep, come sleep with me. You’re always so well-behaved when we’re in bed together.”

Zhao Qingdai couldn’t believe she’d just heard such brazen, predatory words.

Is this… is this what a straight girl sounds like? Her words were so shocking that even a pure lily like Zhao Qingdai was stunned.

She was already sleeping with Du Jingmo, and after a brief internal debate between staying and retrieving her phone, she asked, “Can I get my phone back tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

Zhao Qingdai immediately kicked off her slippers, climbed onto the bed, spread out the quilt, and arranged the pillows. “I’m ready. Let’s sleep.”

Du Jingmo: “……”

Zhao Qingdai chuckled, her shoulders trembling slightly, and nodded. “Alright, let’s sleep.”

They both slept soundly that night, and when they woke up the next morning, the sky was already bright.

Still half-asleep, Zhao Qingdai reached for her phone. When her hand met empty air, she remembered that her phone had been confiscated the previous day and was now under Du Jingmo’s pillow.

In her drowsy state, she groped blindly for the phone without even opening her eyes. As she lifted her arm, she accidentally bumped into the equally half-awake Du Jingmo.

“What’s wrong?” Du Jingmo asked without even blinking, rolling over to snuggle closer to the warmth beside her. With practiced precision, she captured Zhao Qingdai’s restless hand and pressed it against her lower waist. Being taller than Zhao Qingdai, the movement was like pulling someone into her embrace on a bed.

No, it wasn’t like that—it was that!

Any trace of sleepiness in Zhao Qingdai had vanished. She stared at Du Jingmo, now less than a fist’s distance away, her breaths trembling. In this position, rounding up the decimals, it was practically a high-end car ride! In ancient times, this would be considered skin-to-skin intimacy—marriage would be the only way out!

Her mind raced with chaotic thoughts, every wild idea surfacing. Meanwhile, the culprit behind this turmoil remained blissfully asleep, her eyes closed and breathing steady. She maintained this position for another half-hour before finally waking.

Du Jingmo, rarely indulging in a lie-in, rubbed her eyes and yawned. She gently patted Zhao Qingdai’s head in greeting. “Morning.”

Du Jingmo didn’t find anything wrong with their half-embrace.

Her calmness seemed to rub off on Zhao Qingdai, who quietly took a deep breath and crooked a finger in response. “Good morning… morning.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she wished she could reload the save and redo it.

Why did I suddenly start stammering? Why?!

Du Jingmo, still half-asleep and not fully alert, sat up and reached for her phone to check the time. Before she could even glance at the screen, a call came through.

It was from her childhood friend, who explained that after seeing how unlucky she’d been lately, the clarification had finally been issued, and now it was just a matter of going through the legal process. The friend wanted to organize a gathering to help lift her spirits.

This friend had always been straightforward and sociable, and any gathering she organized would be overwhelming for Du Jingmo.

Du Jingmo initially wanted to decline, but when she saw Zhao Qingdai sitting obediently beside her, her hair slightly mussed, the words she’d prepared twisted into: “Alright, you decide. I’ve taken time off, so I’m free these next few days.”

“But I’ll be bringing someone else too, my neighbor girl.”

Zhao Qingdai, suddenly addressed, looked puzzled.

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