Chapter 26: Saving the Stupid and Vicious Female Supporting Character in a Mary Sue World (3)

Lin Wenwen’s thinking was simple: Mu Xi was her person. Now that Qin Sheng had pushed her and her person in front of so many people, she had to save face!

The two sidekicks didn’t dare to speak up. Lin Wenwen was someone they couldn’t afford to offend, and Qin Sheng was even more untouchable. So they held their breath, trying to stay out of sight.

Chu Yin was silently accusing Qin Sheng. Qin Sheng’s face couldn’t handle it either—he had genuinely thought this group was here to bully Chu Yin. So he awkwardly apologized, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed.”

“You pushed your fiancée,” Song Lingshu reminded him, hoping to stir some guilt.

Qin Sheng did feel a twinge of guilt, but facing Chu Yin, he was more eager to explain, “This engagement was arranged by our parents against our will. It doesn’t count. I won’t follow their arrangements. We’re all free people, we shouldn’t be manipulated by them.”

Lin Wenwen’s face went pale. She turned to look at the others, then suddenly spun around and ran off.

“If you wanted to defy your parents, you could have objected earlier, or told her this engagement didn’t count sooner—then she wouldn’t have taken it seriously. Why wait until you found someone you like to tell her it’s invalid? And now you accuse her without even knowing the facts. You’re something else.” Song Lingshu finished, then left the group and hurried after her little sponsor.

Qin Sheng frowned and instinctively looked at Chu Yin. Chu Yin, however, shot him a reproachful glance before striding back to the dormitory.

Song Lingshu caught up with Lin Wenwen at the school gate.

The campus was lavishly decorated, even the area outside the school gate was lined with flowers. She saw Lin Wenwen run to the gate, slowly stop, then crouch down dejectedly, burying her face and crying quietly. She walked over and patted her head.

“Go away,” Lin Wenwen said in a muffled voice. “My makeup must be ruined from crying again!”

Song Lingshu smiled. “So what if it’s ruined? Even if you’re a little stray cat, you’re the prettiest cat.”

Lin Wenwen looked up at her. “What did you say?”

Song Lingshu smoothly buttered her up: “I said, Wenwen, you are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in this world.”

Lin Wenwen gave her a proud look, wiped her tears, and stood up. “You’re right. I am the prettiest.”

“That’s right.”

“Damn bastard. If his parents hadn’t pestered my family about a marriage alliance, who would bother with him?” Lin Wenwen cursed.

“Exactly. You’ll definitely find someone better. He’s not worthy of you.”

“Right!” Lin Wenwen clenched her fists, her expression turning fierce. “I’m going to find someone new, someone a thousand times better than him. Then I’ll tell him I never even liked him!”

“Deal.” Song Lingshu breathed a sigh of relief, unexpectedly feeling that this world’s mission might be almost complete?

As long as Lin Wenwen stopped clinging to the male lead, she wouldn’t become the female lead’s enemy. Then all problems would be resolved. She wouldn’t do stupid things, nor end up miserably with lifelong regret.

“I’m going home tonight.” Lin Wenwen hailed a cab at the gate and looked back at her. “Come on.”

“Huh? I’m going too?” Song Lingshu pointed at herself in surprise.

“Yeah. The house hasn’t been cleaned in a while. Isn’t that your usual job?”

“…Okay, my sponsor.” Song Lingshu remembered. The original Mu Xi did indeed help clean Lin Wenwen’s home, then would shamelessly take her unwanted bags, pretending to ask for them while actually claiming them.

“What sponsor?” Lin Wenwen was taken aback.

“You misheard. I said princess.”

Lin Wenwen proudly lifted her chin. After getting into the back seat, she lectured her seriously, “Don’t keep calling me princess all the time. It’s too ostentatious. I don’t like it.”

Are you sure? I think you like it quite a bit!

“Change the term,” Lin Wenwen said.

“Then… Master?”

“…Are you doing this on purpose? So annoying!”

“Hahaha.”

Like all wealthy campus novels, Lin Wenwen’s home was occupied only by her. A cold, empty house, but filled with endless wealth. Even a single light bulb cost tens of thousands.

Standing in the villa, Song Lingshu was speechless with shock. Although she had earned a lot of money from acting before, her own house was nowhere near this luxurious.

Maybe because this world had so many descriptions of reckless spending, inflation was rampant. If your allowance was under ten thousand, you were considered poor TVT

…Wait. A house this big must be a pain to clean, right?!

“Wenwen, can we negotiate?”

“What?”

“What exactly do I need to clean tonight? It’s not like I have to clean all five floors of this hundreds-of-square-meters house, right?” She would definitely run away then.

“What are you thinking? Can you clean as well as the aunties?” Lin Wenwen gave her a disdainful look.

Song Lingshu thought, “Who do you think you’re looking down on?” but then shook her head vigorously. “Of course not.”

“Just go tidy up the things in my bedroom.”

The house was usually cleaned by over a dozen nannies, but only the bedroom was off-limits to the aunties.

“Okay, that’s fine.” Song Lingshu followed her into the bedroom, and saw her casually take off her school uniform jacket, cross her arms to grab the hem, and then pull off the camisole underneath.

!!!

Song Lingshu was caught off guard and stared dumbfounded at her actions. Her fair, toned back was like a work of art—no excess fat, skin smooth and delicate, so supple it seemed it might break. Only a bra strap remained on her back, looking precarious.

Seeing that she was about to take off her skirt too, Song Lingshu quickly turned around and silently counted, “One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to hunt a tiger. Can’t catch a tiger, catch a tigress…”

“What are you mumbling about?” Lin Wenwen had changed into comfortable home clothes and came over to ask.

“Tigress.”

“Who are you calling a tigress?!”

Song Lingshu: “Huh? What did I just say?”

“You called me a tigress!”

“You misheard. I said I’m so lonely!”

Lin Wenwen got even angrier. “You’re the one who’s lonely!”

“I am lonely. That’s what I said—I’m lonely.”

“…Oh.” Lin Wenwen thought for a moment, then suddenly became interested. She had been crying all day today, and now it felt embarrassing. Finally catching a chance for the other person to cry, she didn’t want to miss it. She patted Song Lingshu’s shoulder. “Come on, tell me your story. I can comfort you.”

“Actually, there’s nothing much to say,” Song Lingshu said dejectedly.

That sounds like there’s a really tragic story!

Lin Wenwen told her to wait, then went to the fridge and grabbed a bunch of snacks. She dumped them on the carpet beside them and patted the spot next to her. “Come on, tell me. How are you lonely exactly?”

Song Lingshu tore open a bag of imported chips and started crunching on them, beginning her story. “I’ve felt lonely since I was little. No friends.”

“Same here.” Lin Wenwen deeply understood that feeling—in her case, because she was high and mighty, looking down on commoners. “Why didn’t you have friends?”

“Being too good at studying is also a kind of trouble,” Song Lingshu said.

“?”

“In our school, the atmosphere was weird. Everyone assumed that good students only hung out with other good students, so the slackers didn’t want to come near me. And the top students… didn’t have time to hang out with me, they were all studying like crazy. Plus they called me a study slut. What did I even do? I just lied that I didn’t study, while actually staying up late to outdo them?”

“…I hate your kind of study slut the most!”

Song Lingshu laughed, then continued, “I also feel lonely at home.”

“Actually, same here,” Lin Wenwen sighed. “My parents fly around the world every day. I see them less than I see the nannies. Sometimes I think, what’s so great about them? They just have some dirty money.”

“…That really is something great. I hate your kind of rich snob the most!”

Lin Wenwen burst out laughing, surprisingly not angry at all. Maybe it was because she had experienced so much today, and the other person had already seen her at her worst, so she let her guard down a little.

“My family is different from yours. I’m not the only child. Three kids, I’m the second.”

“I get it. The second child is the least favored. You must have suffered a lot as a child.” Lin Wenwen spoke with an air of understanding, as if she knew it all.

“No, I was actually the most favored because I was capable, sweet-talked, and had good grades. I was just ostracized by my older sister and younger brother,” Song Lingshu said.

“If not you, then who would they ostracize?”

Song Lingshu shrugged. “So I came to Binge Campus. Even here, I still feel lonely.”

“Aren’t you always following me around? How can you be lonely?!” Lin Wenwen demanded.

“Because you’ve never once looked back at me.”

Lin Wenwen was taken aback.

“You just treat me like a little nanny. You never really considered me a friend.” Song Lingshu had already finished half the bag of chips.

“Aren’t you the same? If I didn’t pay you, would you come clean my house and do my homework?”

“If you treated me as a friend, I naturally wouldn’t take money. But you always just transfer money directly, and I can’t refuse. Since I can’t get friendship from you, I might as well get some money.” Song Lingshu said pitifully.

“…” That sounded like “If I can’t have your heart, I’ll have your body.”

But Lin Wenwen was still moved inside. To be honest, no one had ever spoken to her so frankly before.

Since childhood, she had been surrounded by a group of friends, but everyone was just in it for mutual benefit. No one was willing to make real friends. She didn’t care whether she could have true friends, but if the other person begged her… it wouldn’t be impossible.

“I can be your friend,” Lin Wenwen said primly, picking up a can of cola.

Song Lingshu was startled, watching her pick out an ordinary can of Pepsi from a pile of imported drinks. “Can? Sounds like there’s a condition?”

“Yes. If you beg me now, I’ll be your good friend.” Lin Wenwen lifted her chin with noble aloofness and took a sip of cola.

Who would have thought the other would say, “Oh, then let’s just stick with our cold monetary relationship.”

Lin Wenwen: “?”

“I’ll go tidy up now. Wire the money.”

“…”

Song Lingshu stood up and walked over to the sofa, picking up the scattered clothes and folding them one by one.

“Hey, what’s wrong with just asking me once?” Lin Wenwen hovered beside her, nagging. “If you just ask once, I’ll be your good friend, and I won’t throw money at you anymore.”

“No, just throw money and kill me with it.”

“What does your dad have to do with me killing you with money?” [T/N: In Chinese, “kill me with it” (za si wo ba) sounds like “kill my dad” (za si wo ba).]

“…”

Lin Wenwen pursed her lips. Seeing that she was unmoved, she gritted her teeth. “Fine, I’ll be your friend, okay!”

“Too late. I’ve changed my mind now.”

“Then what do you want to make you agree!”

“You beg me,” Song Lingshu said with a smile, looking at her. “Just once.”

“…In your dreams!”

Song Lingshu chuckled to herself, stopped teasing, and picked up a piece of paper from the side. She folded it and presented it to her. “Here. If you’re willing to accept this, then from now on, we’ll be real good friends.”

Lin Wenwen looked at the paper rose with curiosity.

She had received many gifts—expensive, rare, and all kinds of beautiful flowers. But no one had ever given her a hand-folded rose.

“As much as I want to accept it, I can’t,” Lin Wenwen said worriedly.

Song Lingshu was stunned. “Why?”

“Because this is a contract.” Lin Wenwen pointed at the paper rose. “What you’re holding is a five million contract.”

“Holy cow.”

Song Lingshu gasped, then carefully unfolded the rose, afraid of any damage.

Seeing her panicked expression, Lin Wenwen burst out laughing, showing the happiest smile she’d had in a long time.