A Vicious Supporting Female is the Female Lead's Darling (GL) - Chapter 10

This was the first time Du Qingqing had ever encountered something like this.

Is this forced buying and selling? He just swiped my window a couple of times and now he wants money. This money is way too easy to earn!

Especially since… he swiped it at such an unfortunate time, causing her to get her face “slapped” by reality right in front of Su Jimian.

Her pride stinging, Du Qingqing decided she wasn’t very keen on giving him the money.

Seeing the man’s hand reaching closer and closer to her, Du Qingqing paused. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed through her mind.

Instead of giving him money, she reached out and grabbed the man’s hand, shaking it up and down vigorously. Her smile was even wider than his. “Hello, I’m a foreign friend, nice to meet you.”

The man: “???”

What did she say? A foreigner?

He froze, instinctively looking her up and down. No matter how he looked at her, she didn’t look like a foreigner at all. Could she be one of those “Overseas Chinese” people everyone talked about?

How unlucky. My first customer of the day and there’s a language barrier.

The man felt bitter. Seeing the red light countdown almost at zero, he grew flustered. Not wanting to miss his chance to extort some cash, he went silent for a few seconds before nodding to her with a self-taught, “Lo! Lo!” (Hello).

Then he pointed at the window, brandished his rag, and made the universal “counting money” gesture with his fingers.

His meaning was clear: Give me my labor fee!

He thought he had expressed himself perfectly, but after all that effort, the person in front of him didn’t just fail to understand—she actually gave him a big thumbs up and said with great conviction: “Yes, yes! Very clean!”

The man: “…”

Clean my foot!

It turns out that in the face of adversity, a person can unlock infinite potential.

The man paused, tilted his head to think, and then pulled out his QR code and pointed at it. He kept saying “Lo lo lo” while repeating the money gesture.

Du Qingqing continued her thumbs-up streak: “Oh, it’s beautiful!”

The man: “…”

What on earth is this!

He was truly out of options now. He stood there with a miserable face, silent for a moment as if trying one last time to find a solution. However, fate clearly wasn’t on his side. The light turned green, and after a brief moment of silence, the traffic began to surge forward.

The fish he had finally hooked was about to get away!

What a terrible start to the day.

The man sighed and finally gave up on Du Qingqing. He tucked the hand holding the rag behind his back and turned to leave, muttering curses under his breath as he walked away.

But before he had gone two steps, a pleasant female voice suddenly called out from behind him, full of laughter: “Goodbye, big brother~!”

The man: “??? Damn it, you were faking it!”

Realizing the truth too late, the man could only stomp his feet and clench his fists in fury. But it was already too late; he was the only one left performing on the vast road.

His “audience,” Du Qingqing, was long gone, having sped away in a flash.

The farce was just an interlude. Du Qingqing didn’t care too much about it; she just felt a bit of pity in her heart. She thought that for a middle-aged man who was able-bodied and in his prime, he could have done anything better than trying to scam people like that.

“Why don’t people work hard while they’re still young?” Du Qingqing sighed to herself.

“The world is vast and full of wonders,” the System replied. “It’s not strange for people like that to exist.”

Sigh.

Du Qingqing felt quite sentimental. Just as she was about to say more, the System suddenly added, “As long as you work hard to finish your mission, it’s fine. I have high hopes for you!”

Du Qingqing: “…”

“Alright, alright.” Suddenly called out by the System, Du Qingqing shook her head helplessly, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, returning to her usual high-energy self.

Remembering that she hadn’t finished “coaxing” the Su Jimian beside her, she instinctively looked over, her lips parting as she prepared to open her chatterbox again.

But quickly, Du Qingqing discovered to her surprise that it wasn’t necessary.

Because, right now, Su Jimian was actually smiling.

According to the script, she was only in her early twenties, a flower-like age. She should have been full of vigor and vitality, radiating her own light at all times.

But she was different. Compared to others, Su Jimian was far more introverted and mature. She wasn’t like a flower; she was more like the vines wrapping around the leaves, disguising herself with inconspicuous colors, lurking in places where others wouldn’t notice, growing quietly and stubbornly.

This was inseparable from her family situation—Du Qingqing knew this.

A father bedridden for years, a hypocritical and realistic mother, a mischievous younger brother… although the script didn’t describe Su Jimian’s family in great detail, Du Qingqing could still feel that sense of powerlessness.

So… seeing Su Jimian smile sincerely was truly a rare thing.

Du Qingqing’s eyes lit up instantly. She peeked at the Su Jimian sitting beside her, and after a moment, she whispered softly, “Mianmian, you’re smiling~”

She was clearly very happy; her voice even tilted up uncontrollably at the end.

Su Jimian was instinctively taken aback by the comment. After a moment, she replied softly, “Mm.”

She was clearly still not quite used to being called “Mianmian.”

But Du Qingqing didn’t care. Acting as if she couldn’t see these small emotions, she nodded and said, “It’s good to smile. A young girl is most beautiful when she smiles happily.”

Even though she wasn’t much older herself.

Su Jimian instinctively curved her lips in a retort: “Miss Jin, you don’t look like you’re more than a few years older than me.”

Why does she talk like a lecturing elder?

“A few years older is still older,” Du Qingqing played dumb, pretending she didn’t hear the subtext. She even used the opportunity to get closer. “Actually, you should call me ‘Sister Jin.’”

In your dreams.

Su Jimian didn’t speak. She crossed her legs, changed her posture, and turned her head toward the window, giving Du Qingqing the back of her head.

Du Qingqing couldn’t see her expression; she only saw the ponytail swaying in her field of vision.

“What does she mean by that?” Du Qingqing asked the System in her mind.

“Can’t you tell?” the System said helplessly. “She’s disgusted by you.”

“Only I,” the System sighed deeply, comforting Du Qingqing. “Whether in poverty or wealth, sickness or health, I stay by your side so stubbornly.”

Du Qingqing was touched. “Then I really have to thank you.”

“Tch!” The System shook its head. “We’re close, you don’t need to—”

Before it could finish, the sound of a door opening suddenly echoed in her mind.

Du Qingqing was curious: “Where are you going?”

“Going downstairs to pick up a food delivery,” the System said. “Play by yourself for a bit, okay?”

Du Qingqing: “…” What happened to staying by my side forever!

Somehow, she felt like she had just been “dumped” by her System.

Filled with indignation, Du Qingqing shook her head and stepped harder on the gas. Turning her grief into power, she quickly brought Su Jimian to the school gates.

Since it was summer break, the school management wasn’t that strict. After a few questions, external vehicles were allowed in. Du Qingqing, thinking Su Jimian was tired after a long day, insisted on driving all the way to the dorm building and watched her enter.

The sky was now completely dark.

Afraid something might happen to Su Jimian, Du Qingqing didn’t rush to leave. Instead, she waited under the dorm building for a long while until she saw a window slowly light up in her line of sight. Only then did she finally turn around.

Just as she was about to get back into the car, before she could even open the door, Su Jimian’s voice suddenly came from behind her again. She called out with a hint of a smile: “Miss Jin?”

“Present!” Du Qingqing responded by reflex and quickly turned back. She saw Su Jimian’s familiar face again.

She really was smiling—her eyebrows were arched slightly, her thin lips curved up, and her eyes held the light from the surrounding streetlamps, framed by the warm yellow light from the window behind her.

She didn’t look human; she was beautiful enough to be a fairy.

Du Qingqing’s ears instinctively turned red. She stepped forward and looked up from the base of the wall. “What’s wrong? Did you forget something?”

“No.” Su Jimian shook her head slowly, and the smile in her eyes seemed to deepen. “I just wanted to thank you for driving me back.”

It was enough to make one feel quite shy.

Du Qingqing shook her head to say it was nothing—they were friends, no thanks needed.

“You should go to sleep early,” she said, her eyes fixed on Su Jimian’s face. “You’ve worked all day, you should…”

Before she could finish, she suddenly saw Su Jimian toss something down.

Du Qingqing froze and instinctively reached out to catch it. When she looked at the item in her hand, she discovered it was a bag of potato chips.

She heard Su Jimian speak again from above. Her voice was unexpectedly gentle.

She told her: “I know.”

“Goodnight,” she said. “Sister Jin.”