When The Scheming Female Supporting Character Is Forced To Seduce The Female Lead - Chapter 6

Du Jingmo noticed Zhao Qingdai’s stiffened expression and asked quietly, “What’s wrong?”

Zhao Qingdai lifted her chin and pointed across the way.

Only then did Du Jingmo see the person standing opposite them.

Gu Cheng was clearly here for her. He took a few steps toward them before noticing Zhao Qingdai. He paused, then pulled out his phone and sent a message.

Du Jingmo’s phone beeped.

They had exchanged contact information.

Without Zhao Qingdai’s knowledge.

After Du Jingmo had clearly agreed to her.

“The car is waiting. Let’s go outside and talk,” Du Jingmo said, not looking at her phone.

Nor did she offer any explanation.

The two women walked ahead, Gu Cheng following slowly behind like a festering wound clinging to bone.

Zhao Qingdai found even glancing at him out of the corner of her eye unbearable.

Du Jingmo helped her into the car and said, “Wait here a moment. I need to take care of something and will be right back.”

Zhao Qingdai reached out, wanting to pull her back, but only managed to grasp the seat belt. She nodded. “Okay.”

Du Jingmo had expected Zhao Qingdai to say something, given her previous obvious disdain for Gu Cheng. But in the end, she simply said, “Okay.”

Her phone rang again. Du Jingmo frowned slightly, a hint of impatience in her expression, but she still turned around to find Gu Cheng waiting for her at the hospital entrance.

The male and female leads standing together were naturally eye-catching. In just a moment, Zhao Qingdai noticed someone taking a photo with their phone.

She rolled down the car window and snapped, “Didn’t anyone tell you that paparazzi is illegal?”

Startled, the passerby began to explain, but Zhao Qingdai cut them off with a harsh, “Delete it!”

Her face was stern, her dark eyes unyielding, and her pressed lips conveyed her impatience. Though she was just a slender young woman, the passerby felt a chill and hastily deleted the photo before hurrying away.

The System remarked, “Is this what they call the ‘bloodline suppression’ of a villainous supporting character over random pedestrians?”

Zhao Qingdai had no patience for its chatter. Her attention remained fixed on the couple in the distance.

This was what the System called a “match made in heaven,” a perfect pairing of talent and beauty. Even though she had disrupted the plot and schemed tirelessly to win Du Jingmo’s promise, these two would still be drawn together by the narrative’s momentum.

Her mind was in turmoil, her fingers twisting together almost compulsively, her movements and gaze taking on a slightly neurotic quality.

The two figures by the roadside exchanged only a few words, but it felt like an eternity to her.

When Du Jingmo returned, Zhao Qingdai quickly composed herself, her face now radiating only pity. She asked softly, “Sister, you two…”

She trailed off, the unspoken question hanging in the air, her downcast eyes brimming with unutterable grievance.

Du Jingmo had known trouble was brewing the moment Gu Cheng appeared. Now, seeing Zhao Qingdai in this state, she felt a mixture of exasperation and frustration.

She explained, “I didn’t deliberately deceive you or break my promise. I only learned after I agreed to help you that the Gu family and my father have business dealings.”

“Last time Gu Cheng visited the Du family with his father, I couldn’t refuse, so I added him on WeChat. That’s all.”

For someone with Du Jingmo’s temperament to offer this much explanation was no small feat.

Hearing this, Zhao Qingdai grew even more certain that the plot was driving events. She nodded gently and smiled. “I understand. Sister, I’m already satisfied that you’ve explained so much to me. I won’t make things difficult for you.”

“But Sister, I really feel that this Mr. Gu isn’t a good person. You must be very careful in your dealings with him.”

Seeing how easily she was reassured, Du Jingmo secretly sighed in relief. “I understand. Don’t worry.”

Neither of them wanted to discuss Gu Cheng further, and the topic ended there.

“Gu Cheng,” Zhao Qingdai repeated the name silently to herself, clenching her teeth. “What a Male Lead.”

How could he get so close to Du Jingmo so easily? Was it just because he was the so-called Male Lead?

Wasn’t one Du Jingmo enough for the Creator’s favor in this world? Why add another like him?

Was it to make someone like her—a mere commoner—understand her place even more clearly?

“Why has your Blackening Value increased again?” the System exclaimed in surprise. “I warned you ahead of time. Don’t blame me!”

Before Zhao Qingdai could even react, a jolt of electricity surged through her body. The agonizing pain made her scream, her body convulsing as she collapsed forward.

Startled, Du Jingmo quickly caught her. The Zhao Qingdai who had been well enough to be discharged from the hospital just moments before now had a deathly pale face, her teeth clenched, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Turn around immediately! Get her back to the hospital now!”

The lingering effects of the System’s punishment had yet to subside when Zhao Qingdai heard this. Straining to reach out, she gripped Du Jingmo’s fingers and forced a weak smile. “I’m alright, don’t worry. I just… have a bit of hypoglycemia, and it acted up just now.”

“Hypoglycemia?” Du Jingmo said skeptically. “Who gets hypoglycemia attacks like this?”

“It’s true. Why would I lie to you, Sister?” Zhao Qingdai hadn’t fully recovered, her voice wavering and trembling.

She gently tugged at Du Jingmo’s hand. If not for her ashen complexion, her tone and demeanor at that moment would have been indistinguishable from someone acting cute.

“I’m really fine. I just want to get to your place quickly. I’m so tired, I need to rest. Can we?”

Seeing her in this state, Du Jingmo couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

“Drive on,” she instructed the driver. “Let’s get home first.”

After all, there was a doctor at home.

Du Jingmo’s rented house outside the school was a small, three-story villa. Only one guest room remained empty; the others were cluttered with art supplies, musical instruments, and books.

Du Jingmo was relieved that the spare room she had kept prepared was right next to Zhao Qingdai’s bedroom; otherwise, she might not have noticed any commotion during the night.

She and the nanny helped Zhao Qingdai upstairs, then contacted the family doctor for a quick check-up.

The examination revealed that Zhao Qingdai was exceptionally healthy, with no signs of illness. The sudden seizure earlier was likely due to low blood sugar.

Du Jingmo: “……”

For some reason, she found it hard to accept this explanation.

But apart from the doctor’s diagnosis, she couldn’t think of any other plausible reason.

“Everything related to Zhao Qingdai lately has been a little strange,” she murmured.

“Sister.”

Du Jingmo turned around at the voice. Zhao Qingdai was peeking out from the guest room, her hands braced against the doorframe as if she was straining to look out.

“Why haven’t you come back yet, Sister? Don’t tell me I have some terminal illness and you’re trying to figure out how to break the news to me?”

Du Jingmo: “Don’t curse yourself by talking nonsense. The doctor said you’re perfectly fine. Just rest properly. Don’t worry about anything until you’re fully recovered.”

Zhao Qingdai nodded vigorously, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. “Yes! I understand!”

Her overt cheerfulness seemed infectious, a hint of a smile appearing on Du Jingmo’s usually impassive face. “You’re this happy even with your leg still broken?”

“Just being able to share a roof with Sister is enough to make me overjoyed,” Zhao Qingdai replied, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling with uncontainable delight. “Just a few days ago, I was wishing that if I hadn’t made that mistake, I could have been with Sister like we were when we were little. And today, my wish has come true.”

Her days living with the Du family at age thirteen were among the few truly happy times in her first half of life.

Du Jingmo recognized the subtle, harmless maneuver behind Zhao Qingdai’s frequent references to the past. However, she had no intention of playing along and turned to leave.

“Actually, there’s something I’ve wanted to ask Sister for a long time,” Zhao Qingdai interjected, seizing the perfect moment. “During the time I made that mistake, did Sister ever regret bringing me into the Du family back then?”

“No,” Du Jingmo answered firmly.

Seeing Zhao Qingdai’s stunned expression, she feared she wouldn’t be believed and emphasized, “Never once.”

At most, she felt a bit disappointed in the Zhao Qingdai she’d become later on.

If she could go back to that alleyway, she would still take Zhao Qingdai, looking like a kitten licking its wounds, home with her.

“I understand,” Zhao Qingdai murmured, biting her lip as her eyes slowly welled up. “I understand.”

Even at thirteen, she’d wondered how someone like Du Jingmo could exist in this world.

Now, she still wondered the same thing.

Du Jingmo’s very existence deserved all the praise the world could offer.

[System: “You’re actually crying? I didn’t take you for such a sentimental person.”]

Its comical face was etched with a giant question mark.

Still resentful about the sudden electric shock, Zhao Qingdai ignored it.

Soon, she would make the System realize that she wasn’t just sentimental; she was also remarkably resilient.

The second day after moving into Du Jingmo’s home, she was up at five o’clock, limping on her still-injured leg to prepare breakfast for Du Jingmo.

Even the System had to marvel at this level of dedication. Had being a green tea girl become this demanding in modern times?

Zhao Qingdai had already figured out Du Jingmo’s preferences during her time with the Du family. Preparing a meal Du Jingmo would enjoy wasn’t difficult; the real challenge lay in maintaining her composure and elegance while disabled, all while relying solely on her back view to make a good impression.

Fortunately, she managed to pull it off through years of refined green tea cultivation.

“Why are you doing this? Where’s Auntie?” Du Jingmo had just finished washing up, her black hair still damp and tied back, revealing a bare, unadorned face.

“I started preparing before Auntie arrived. She didn’t have a chance to stop me.” Zhao Qingdai placed the congee with century eggs and lean meat on a tray. “I’ve already picked out all the ginger. Try it.”

Du Jingmo’s words of protest froze on her lips as she gazed at the bowl of congee.

When Zhao Qingdai first joined the Du family, she had also risen early to prepare breakfast, just like today.

Back then, Du Jingmo had been too young, her words clumsy and awkward. Though she clearly didn’t want Zhao Qingdai to perform such servant duties, the words that came out were: “I don’t like ginger. Don’t make it again.”

The next day, Zhao Qingdai brought her a bowl of fish congee with all the ginger threads meticulously picked out.

“Sister, does this still suit your taste?” Zhao Qingdai asked, anxiously awaiting a response. After a long silence, she tilted her head and asked, “What are you thinking, Sister?”

Du Jingmo swallowed the hot congee. “I think you’re trying to manipulate me.”

It was a remarkably effective manipulation—one she couldn’t refuse.

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