A Vicious Supporting Female is the Female Lead's Darling (GL) - Chapter 1

When Du Qingqing woke up, she found herself lying in a bathtub.

The water temperature was just right, the steam swirled in the air, and a vibrantly colored aromatherapy candle nearby gave off a pleasant scent. Beside her, the mellow red wine and exquisite pastries were incredibly tempting.

These were the newly developed desserts from “Hanami,” brought over not long ago by Du Ruoqiu.

Knowing she had a weakness for such things, Ruoqiu had rushed over to present them like a treasure the moment they were purchased.

Little did she know, Du Qingqing had already eaten them two lifetimes ago. She could describe the taste in exactly two words: cloying sweet.

After all, they were bought to suit the original owner’s palate; she really couldn’t get used to them. Only the rose-colored drink was decent, but because there was too much ice in it, Du Qingqing’s teeth chattered after just one sip.

However, none of this was important.

Du Qingqing sighed, blew out the candle, and stood up. She grabbed a nearby bath towel, wrapped it haphazardly around herself, and walked straight out.

As she passed the mirror, she instinctively glanced at her reflection.

Fortunately, no disfigurement, no scarring. There were no strange wounds on her face, and no blood on her lips.

She was still beautiful—completely different from the state she had seen herself in as a ghost.

This relieved her slightly. She shook her head and quickened her pace to the desk. Pulling open a drawer, she took out her little notebook, lowered her head with a heart full of resentment, and wrote heavily:

“I’VE ALREADY DIED THREE TIMES!!!”

Du Qingqing was a miserable “social animal” working for the Bureau of Spatiotemporal Harmony. Her position: Intern. She hadn’t even been on the job for a month.

The Bureau was a unit with great prospects—excellent benefits and wide development opportunities. Every year, countless people broke their necks trying to squeeze in during recruitment.

With so many people, competition was naturally fierce. Combined with a strict vetting system, those without real talent couldn’t even touch the company’s doorframe.

Except for Du Qingqing.

She hadn’t expected to be hired. Happiness came so suddenly; she had received a call from the company shortly after submitting her resume, followed by a confusing interview.

And somehow, she passed.

Flattered, Du Qingqing packed her things and reported for duty, vowing to be a diligent and responsible employee.

At the same time, she remained curious: what exactly did the company see in her?

Until one day, a senior colleague revealed the reason.

“Probably because your resume said you are ‘exceptionally capable of enduring hardship.'”

Du Qingqing: “Huh?”

The senior smiled meaningfully. “You don’t know, our Bureau is especially lacking in interns with a ‘hardship-enduring spirit’…”

To this day, Du Qingqing remembered that senior’s knowing smile and hesitant expression. She finally understood the deeper meaning.

It basically meant: We need interns who can suffer to take over all the ‘Hell-mode’ scripts.

Du Qingqing: …Is it too late to regret?

Left with no choice, Du Qingqing lived in fear for a while until she finally received her first mission script a month later. When she opened it, she nearly fainted.

Why was everyone else getting “Male Lead” or “Female Lead” roles, while she had to transmigrate as a “Supporting Female”?

Being a supporting female was one thing, but she was a “cannon fodder” type—the kind of vicious supporting lead who had no self-awareness and sped down the road of self-destruction at full throttle.

The requirements on the script were clear: she had to maintain harmony, uphold truth, goodness, and beauty, and prevent the world’s plot from collapsing. If necessary, she could even perform “humanitarian destruction” on anyone who ruined the worldview.

What is “humanitarian destruction”? Am I supposed to kill myself?

Du Qingqing was speechless.

Fortunately, she was a person of professional integrity. If she said she could endure hardship, she would. She nodded, accepted the task, and tucked the script into her storage locker.

Anyway, it was just about maintaining harmony. As long as the supporting female didn’t cause trouble, everything would be fine.

In short: she just had to stay far away from the male and female leads.

Du Qingqing’s plan was solid. Carrying the “retarded” system assigned by her boss, she transmigrated. The moment she arrived, she fled frantically, hiding in various nooks and crannies to secretly monitor the plot’s progress.

The result? She died unexpectedly before the plot was even halfway through.

Plane crash. Revenge killing. Food poisoning.

Du Qingqing: “I feel like the script is really trying to screw me.”

System: “I think so too.”

Du Qingqing: “So, is running away really not a viable method?”

The person and the system fell into deep contemplation. After a long while, the system spontaneously played a song for her, specifically the line: “I want to escape, but I just can’t get away!”

Du Qingqing: “You’re annoying.”

She sighed, too lazy to argue. She opened the map on her phone and pondered for a long time.

The system chimed in at the right time, asking tiredly, “Where are we running to this time?”

The word “where” sounded so weak that Du Qingqing felt her plan was going to die before it even started.

She remained stunned for a long time before finally exhaling a breath of turbid air. As if drained of all strength, she said, “Maybe I won’t run anymore…”

The system was shocked: “How so?”

Du Qingqing curled her lips bitterly. “I die every time I run anyway. If I stay, maybe I’ll live a bit longer.”

After all, she had read the script before coming.

In the script, this vicious supporting female lead spent her life committing misdeeds. Relying on her good family background, she was utterly unscrupulous and ruined countless people.

As it turns out, the harder you play, the more miserably you die. One-third of the way through the plot, this supporting lead finally died at the hands of the female lead—pushed directly onto train tracks and crushed into a bloody mess.

That tragic image had given Du Qingqing PTSD toward the female lead. Her liver would tremble just hearing the name. She had preferred to run away three times in a row rather than go near her.

But she couldn’t afford to waste more time. At this rate, who knew when the mission would be finished? Besides, the ways she had died weren’t exactly better than being crushed by a train.

The more Du Qingqing thought about it, the more she felt she was losing out. After a moment of silence, she reopened her notebook and wrote solemnly:

“Not running this time. I want to see what else the script can do to me!”

“Isn’t it just maintaining harmony and upholding truth, beauty, and goodness?” she read aloud to the system as she wrote. “This time, I’ll take a different path and become friends with the female lead. Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her. If I do this, would the script have the heart to let me die? My life…”

…My life will definitely not be that hard anymore.

—Du Qingqing had intended to say that.

However, before she could finish, the chandelier hanging above her head suddenly fell. Shards of glass flew everywhere, piercing her throat, and abruptly took her life once again.

“My life”—rendered as “Damn it”—became Du Qingqing’s final words.

System: “…”

Every time she died, Du Qingqing felt exceptionally exhausted. This time was no exception.

But along with the exhaustion came a surge of irritability that made her frown.

She didn’t even want to open her eyes. It would definitely be that familiar bathtub, the familiar desserts and drinks, and the familiar terrible mood.

She was truly hurt.

Du Qingqing sighed. While her foggy brain tried to figure out what she had done wrong, she instinctively reached out to grab her towel.

Instead of a towel, she touched something hard.

Opening her eyes, she saw a phone currently in recording mode. It must have just started; the timer at the top of the screen had only been running for a few seconds.

Everything was surreal.

Du Qingqing froze. Unable to figure out the situation, she looked up and discovered she was sitting in a car.

It was the Rolls-Royce from her father’s collection of luxury cars. Driver Xiao Lin was in the front. The original owner had likely just finished shopping; various luxury brand bags were piled in the passenger seat.

Meanwhile, she was sitting in the spacious back seat, holding her phone, recording… something.

Du Qingqing paused. She felt the scene was familiar. Her gaze shifted instinctively, and when she saw a convenience store nearby, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Standing inside the small convenience store was a crowd of burly men. At a glance, it looked like she had poked a nest of thugs—buzzcuts, tattooed backs, arms crossed, faces full of malice. They were standing in circles like a plantation of trees.

And surrounded in the middle of them was a beautiful young woman.

Du Qingqing didn’t even need to look to know who it was. Cold sweat broke out instantly.

Who else could it be but the female lead, Su Jimian!

Memories flooded back. Du Qingqing quickly remembered: this was the scene where the original owner and the female lead had their first conflict.

The reason was simple: the male lead, Zhang Xinyuan.

To summarize: the original owner was shopping with Zhang Xinyuan when they happened to pass this store and saw Su Jimian handing out flyers.

The afternoon sun was perfect, wrapping around Su Jimian and making her look even more beautiful.

Humans are drawn to beauty. Who wouldn’t like such a pretty girl? Zhang Xinyuan was no exception. He instinctively cast an appreciative glance, and Su Jimian quickly returned a kind smile.

At that point, the two clearly hadn’t fallen for each other yet; that brief moment hadn’t sparked the flames of love.

But it had sparked the flames of someone’s jealousy.

The original owner lost it. For some reason, she was convinced Su Jimian was seducing her sweetheart. Blinded by rage, she found some people that afternoon to “teach Su Jimian a lesson.”

Thus, the current scene: a crowd of thugs surrounding the fragile female lead, winding up their fists to smash her face.

With Su Jimian’s slender frame, she would likely be crippled in a few hits.

This is too un-harmonious!

Du Qingqing knew things were bad. Regardless of everything, she pushed the car door open, jumped out, and rushed inside to prevent the tragedy.

She moved so fast that the thugs didn’t even see who entered. They only saw a pale shadow dart in desperately, bracing itself in front of Su Jimian with its back to them.

A backup?

The lead thug didn’t even have time to think before his reflexes took over. He swung a palm right at the back of Du Qingqing’s head. It was only after the blow landed that he realized something was wrong.

Wait… this sudden pale thing that popped out… looked like their employer.

Thug: ???

Did he use too much strength just now?

If he knocked her stupid, who was going to pay them?