A Vicious Supporting Female is the Female Lead's Darling (GL) - Chapter 21

The scene at that moment was incredibly awkward.

Du Qingqing was startled into a state of semi-sobriety. Looking at the red wine spreading across Su Jimian’s chest, she felt as if her soul were about to take flight. She hurriedly grabbed a pack of tissues from a nearby table, lowered her head unsteadily, and began earnestly dabbing at the clothes.

As she wiped, she apologized with a slurred tongue: “Sh-sorry, sh-sorry…”

The onlookers were stunned. None of them had ever seen the eldest Miss Jin in such a state. For a moment, everyone’s interest was piqued, and they craned their necks to peek, their gazes sharp with curiosity and irony.

However, the person in question seemed completely oblivious. She continued wiping with a face full of apology. Once she managed to dry the spot, she quickly shrugged off her own jacket and draped it over Su Jimian, thinking only of covering her up.

She completely forgot to consider herself.

The gown she wore today had a somewhat low neckline. Without the jacket, her fair chest and delicate collarbones were exposed—so beautiful that it was hard for anyone to look away.

Su Jimian looked up at her. After a moment, she suddenly reached out, caught Du Qingqing’s wrist, and gently pulled her down to sit beside her. She used her own body to shield Du Qingqing from the majority of the prying eyes. Then, she instinctively looked toward a nearby servant.

The servant immediately understood, turned, and hurried back with a jacket so that Du Qingqing wouldn’t continue to lose face.

In the rush, they had accidentally brought a man’s jacket. When Du Qingqing threw it on, it was more than just a little too big; she looked like a child who had accidentally stolen an adult’s clothes.

It was actually quite cute.

A faint smile flickered in Su Jimian’s eyes. She reached out to roll up the sleeves for her. As she rolled, she leaned in close and whispered, “Is Miss Jin drunk?”

It was a question, but because her voice was so low and her tone was pressed down, it sounded more like an affirmation.

After a long pause, Du Qingqing nodded. “Mm… drunk.”

She was probably the only drunkard in the world who would earnestly admit to being drunk.

Su Jimian smiled, the amusement in her eyes deepening. “Then, shall we go home?”

As soon as the words were out, the person before her nodded again. She looked even more obedient than before, staring at her with wide eyes. “Home.”

Su Jimian replied softly, “Mm, then let’s go home.” There was a hint of a smile in her voice that others couldn’t quite detect.

Before leaving, Su Jimian spoke to Du Ruoqiu, asking her to inform Father Jin.

“Got it,” Du Ruoqiu nodded quickly. She stood up to see them off and only felt at ease once she saw them get into the car. Before they left, she specifically reminded her cousin to get some good rest once she got home.

As she spoke, the car window rolled down slightly. A head popped out and nodded at her, calling out loudly, “Okay! Okay!”

She actually poked her head out to respond?

Du Ruoqiu was startled. Looking at her dead-drunk cousin, she stood there in shock and waved. After waving, she wanted to laugh. She hadn’t expected her usually aloof cousin to be like this when drunk. It felt like… the distance between them had suddenly shortened.

Du Ruoqiu scratched her head, her lips curling up instinctively.

On the other side, the luxury car was speeding away from the Jin ancestral home.

Because she had to go home today and couldn’t let Father Jin lose face, Du Qingqing hadn’t driven her tiny car; she had obediently let the driver bring her. This turned out to be a stroke of luck—in her current state, forget driving, even walking was a struggle.

Her head even hurt a bit. She had drunk too much and was feeling dizzy. She huddled in her seat for a while, but eventually couldn’t take it anymore. She turned her head and began whinning, grabbing Su Jimian’s sleeve for help.

She could only squeeze out words one by one: “Hurt… it hurts…”

The driver was frantic, wondering if he should head to the hospital first, fearing the young lady had drunk herself sick. He was about to ask, but before he could make a sound, he glimpsed the young lady’s companion through the rearview mirror.

As if they had a psychic connection, the companion raised her hand and placed it on the young lady’s forehead. Her movements were gentle and meticulous as she massaged her temples bit by bit. Within moments, the young lady stopped whinning. A little later, she even closed her eyes as if she had fallen asleep.

It was like magic.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and drove quickly back to the house, where he hurried to find Uncle Liu and the others to help.

Once they left, only Su Jimian and Du Qingqing remained in the car—one awake, one asleep. Du Qingqing was sleeping soundly, oblivious even to the sound of the driver closing the door. Her expression was peaceful and obedient, her breath sweet, and her beautiful eyelashes fluttered gently with her breathing.

Watching her, Su Jimian not only pursed her lips but felt her heart waver. She looked out at the distance for a moment, then quietly lowered her eyes. She reached out to touch the other’s cheek and gently kissed her forehead.

With eyes full of laughter and doting, she asked softly, “When will you remember?”

“I’m waiting for you.”

When Du Qingqing woke up the next morning, her entire body felt like it was falling apart. Her mind was foggy; she didn’t even know how she had gotten back. She quickly asked the System in her mind to find out what had happened last night.

“I don’t know either,” the System shook its head. “My supervisor assigned a temporary task yesterday, so I was busy and wasn’t around. By the time I got back, you were already home. But I do know what happened after that. You took quite a few tumbles yesterday.”

Du Qingqing was puzzled. “Tumbles?”

“Yeah.” The System clicked its tongue. “Yesterday, Uncle Liu finally got you into bed and tucked you in. The moment he left, you insisted on crawling out to take a shower in your daze. You fell several times in the bathroom. And after you got back to bed, you weren’t stable either—thud, thud—you rolled onto the floor quite a few times.”

Du Qingqing: “…” No wonder my whole body hurts.

She sighed and checked under the covers. Aside from bruised knees, there were no other injuries. That was a blessing in disguise. She shook her head, sat on the bed to wake herself up, and prepared to wash up.

Before leaving, she instinctively checked her phone. The moment she turned on the screen, she was startled by the notifications. A huge crowd of people had sent her “well-wishes”—some names she remembered, some she didn’t—totaling over a hundred messages. Among them were a few who didn’t get along with Jin Ruge; their messages were clearly just an excuse to mock her.

Du Qingqing didn’t care much about that, since those people might be useful later. She took them all in stride and replied to them one by one. As she scrolled, she suddenly saw a few messages that caught her eye.

Su Jimian had actually sent her a message on her own initiative!

Du Qingqing clicked in. The first message asked how Miss Jin had rested and if she felt okay. The second message told her she was free all day today—whenever Du Qingqing was free, she should let her know so Su Jimian could return the gown she borrowed.

Actually, there was no need to return it, since Du Qingqing had bought it specifically for her. But remembering vaguely that she had caused trouble last night, Du Qingqing decided she had to see her. She had to apologize.

With that thought, Du Qingqing took a deep breath and kept scrolling. She saw messages from her parents and a caring note from Du Ruoqiu. Poking around further, she even saw one from Zhang Xinyuan.

Du Qingqing: “???” What is this guy doing messaging me?

There were several messages in a row. She clicked them open: “How are you? Are you feeling better?”

“You ignored me yesterday and pretended not to see me.” After that one, Zhang Xinyuan started complaining: “Ruge, you’ve really changed. I don’t understand you anymore.” He sounded quite aggrieved.

Du Qingqing searched her memory but couldn’t find a single trace of Zhang Xinyuan from the night before. She must have met him while she was drunk. She had been so far gone she wouldn’t have seen him even if he were right in front of her.

She sighed and kept scrolling.

8:40 AM: “Ruge, why aren’t you replying?”

9:10 AM: “Jin Ruge, are you there? Are you there?”

9:30 AM: “Fine, I see you’re ignoring me on purpose to go out and play.”

9:35 AM: “Hmph, I know where you are!”

The messages stopped there, not long before Du Qingqing had woken up. She was speechless. She hadn’t been ignoring him on purpose—she’d just woken up! She wondered what he meant by “knowing where she was.” Fearing he might do something stupid, she hurried to reply, but Zhang Xinyuan didn’t make a sound. He didn’t even pick up the phone.

Du Qingqing felt helpless. She decided to wait until he saw the message to ask for details. She washed up, ate a quick breakfast, and called the driver to take her to Su Jimian’s school. Before leaving, she sent a message to Su Jimian telling her she was on her way.

Oddly, there was no reply from her either—just like Zhang Xinyuan.

Du Qingqing was puzzled. What is going on?

The car sped along and soon arrived at the school. With only a few days left before the term started, students were returning. People were dragging suitcases into the gate or heading out in groups to buy daily necessities. The roadside was lined with stalls selling chicken cutlets, cold noodles, and pancakes. It was very lively.

Du Qingqing smiled, thinking that since school was starting, Su Jimian wouldn’t be as lonely. Of course, she would also make more time to accompany her.

She looked out the window casually, but she saw something that shocked her. She saw Su Jimian and Zhang Xinyuan together near the school gate!

How did these two get together!

Du Qingqing’s jaw nearly hit the floor. According to the script, their first private interaction should have been at a mall entrance. Su Jimian was supposed to feel dizzy from low blood pressure while carrying bags, and Zhang Xinyuan, who happened to be nearby, was supposed to catch her. He was then supposed to drive her to the hospital and pay her medical fees.

After that, it was supposed to be a standard romance—exchanging WeChats, mutual concern, and falling in love. It was never supposed to be this scene.

Du Qingqing was dazed. She hurriedly told the driver to pull over, got out, and rushed forward to see what was happening. It looked like they were arguing.

Du Qingqing froze. She quickened her pace and arrived before them. Before she could speak, she saw Zhang Xinyuan hold up five fingers and say righteously:

“I’m telling you, I’ll give you this much. You better leave her right now!”

Du Qingqing: “???”

Who? What? What kind of nonsense are you talking!