A Vicious Supporting Female is the Female Lead's Darling (GL) - Chapter 8
Jin Geru. Such a beautiful name. Du Qingqing expressed her utmost satisfaction.
She smiled, feeling incredibly excited that she had managed to dupe Su Jimian. She blinked and told her in a very friendly tone, “In the future, you can call me…”
Before the words “Geru” could even leave her mouth, Su Jimian suddenly stood up straight.
As if remembering something urgent, Su Jimian pulled out her phone to check the time. A moment later, she said, “Sorry, I have something to take care of. I have to head back first.”
There wasn’t a trace of a smile left on her face, as if the person who just had a sparkle in her eyes and a curve to her lips wasn’t her at all.
Du Qingqing was stunned, wondering if she had accidentally stepped on another one of Su Jimian’s “landmines.”
Is she really this mercurial?!
Du Qingqing paused. Seeing that Su Jimian had already turned to leave, she tried one last time: “Let me give you a ride?”
“No need,” Su Jimian replied. From start to finish, she didn’t look back at her once. Her brows were tightly knit, her expression icy. “It’s late. Miss Jin should go home and rest early.”
She even called her “Miss Jin” again… so it seemed it made no difference to her whether it was Jin Ruge or Jin Geru.
Realizing this, Du Qingqing’s small face instantly slumped.
“Then… be careful on your way back.” She sighed. Fearing that Su Jimian would find her annoying, she didn’t dare chase after her. She just sat in her car and waved at her through the window.
She stared at the girl’s retreating back until she was completely out of sight.
After a long while, she lamented to the System in her mind, “I really seem like a simp, don’t I?”
System: “You just realized?”
Du Qingqing: “?”
System: “The whole world already knew.”
Du Qingqing: “…”
“I don’t want to be either,” she sighed, adjusting her appearance in the rearview mirror before stepping on the gas to head home. “But if I don’t simp, I’ll lose my life. What choice do I have?”
“It’s all the fault of this dog-crap script!” she grumbled. Feeling heartbroken, she even composed a poem for the System on the way home to express her fury.
Once she finished, she felt she had written it quite well, so she had the System print it out. As soon as she entered the house, she tucked it into her Employee Manual.
She titled it: Reflections of a Simp on August 18th.
Not bad, not bad at all.
Du Qingqing was very satisfied. She stared at the poem for a moment, then decided it wasn’t rigorous enough, so with a grand flourish of her pen, she added a Roman numeral “I” after the title.
System: “???”
Judging by this situation, there are going to be II, III, and IV in the future.
Are you planning to publish an entire anthology of poetry or something?!
The System was beyond words. After a long silence, it pulled out its monitoring notebook and, with a frown, recorded once again: One work-related injury.
It truly felt like this host’s brain was broken.
It would have to take her to see a neurologist when they got back…
Du Qingqing went to bed early that night and even had a wonderful dream. She nearly woke herself up laughing in her sleep. Little did she know that there were many sleepless people in this city.
Su Jimian was one of them.
Tonight, she broke her usual pattern and didn’t return to her dorm; instead, she went home.
Although she hadn’t been back for almost the entire summer break, the house was exactly the same as she remembered—dark walls, the lingering smell of medicine everywhere, her father lying in bed, and her mother with an eternally worried face.
Su Jimian pushed the door open very quietly. Standing at the bedroom door, she whispered, “I’m back.”
Her mother’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Why are you only back now?” she asked, quickly walking out to meet her. “I called you just now; why didn’t you answer? Were you too busy?”
“Yes.” Su Jimian nodded. She instinctively parted her lips as if to say something else.
However, before the words could come out, her mother nodded gently. “Being busy is good. The busier you are, the more you earn. Then your father’s medicine money will be taken care of.”
“And your brother.” Her mother sighed, squeezing Su Jimian’s wrist, her brows knit tight. “School is starting soon, and his tuition…”
“I know.” Su Jimian bit her lip and nodded slowly. Before her mother could finish, she reached into her bag. When she pulled her hand out, she held a thick envelope stuffed with red bills.
Her mother’s eyes lit up again.
“Our Mianmian has worked so hard,” she said, taking the envelope to do a quick count. She turned to pull open a drawer and put the money away, then turned back and asked, “Have you eaten?”
“There are a few leftovers in the fridge. I made some fresh stir-fry at noon; should I heat it up for you?”
“No need.” Su Jimian shook her head, her gaze flickering to the side. “I ate before I came.”
“I still have things to do,” she said, quickly turning around. “I’ll head back now. You two should get some rest early.”
By the time she finished speaking, she was already at the door. Moments later, the sound of the door closing echoed.
The night wind really was a bit chilly today.
Su Jimian pulled her clothes tighter around her and caught the last bus back to the dorm. Afterward, she made herself a cup of instant noodles. As she finished the hot noodles and soup, the exhaustion that had been weighing her down finally dissipated a little.
Then, she stood up once more.
Since it was summer break, most students had gone home. The dormitory building was eerily quiet; even the sound of her own breathing was clearly audible.
When a person is unhappy, staying in such an environment can lead to depression.
I should go do something else.
Thinking this, Su Jimian bent down and picked up the drawing board and easel tucked under her bed. She grabbed her art supplies, pushed open the dorm door, and walked out.
She made her way to a nearby park she knew well, set up her board and stool, took a deep breath, and sat down.
There were quite a few people out tonight.
Su Jimian observed her surroundings for a while, then tore off a piece of paper and taped it to the back of her drawing board. She wrote: Character Sketches – 20 per piece.
As the saying goes, there’s more than one way to make money. Having a skill can pay the bills.
“Artisan” Su Jimian was quite satisfied. she clipped a fresh sheet of paper, picked up her pencil, and slowly outlined a silhouette.
It was a woman’s face. The lines were exquisite—any thinner and she’d be too gaunt, any fuller and she’d be too round. It was perfectly, classically balanced.
After the face, she drew the eyes.
Those eyes were truly stunning. The lashes were long, and the corners tilted up slightly. When she wasn’t smiling, they looked like a pool of still water—aloof and dignified, making one subconsciously hold their breath.
But the moment she smiled, that water would instantly turn into a clear spring, full of spirit, clarity, and warm ripples.
What a truly magical person.
Su Jimian smiled, immersing herself in her work. Soon, a lifelike portrait appeared before her.
She stared at the drawing for a long time. Then, she picked up her pen and carefully wrote the name “Jin Ruge” on it.
Only after writing it did she realize something was wrong. She curled her lips, shook her head slightly, crossed out the text she had just written, and changed it to “Jin Geru.”
Without her realizing it, her mood had suddenly improved, and her artistic flow followed suit.
Su Jimian nodded, tucked the drawing into her backpack, and then walked behind the easel. She tore off the sign she had just posted and put up a new one:
Character Sketches – 30 per piece.
After a moment, “Artisan” Su Jimian laughed at herself.
But she still nodded in satisfaction and cleared her throat, sitting back down on her stool.
An artisan has to eat, after all… so, she’d earn as much extra as she could.
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