I Am the Female Supporting Character, But I Know the Ending

Episode 9- 10- 11

9

I was about to speak—

When that persistent ghost, Nathan Gu, appeared again.

“Mian, you clearly know Ian Song is a monster. He’s violent, gloomy, isolated—skips class and gets into fights.”

“There was once a boy who only touched his hand, and Ian beat him until he couldn’t get back up. Do you really like someone like that?”

“I know your ideals. I know why you study so desperately. Only I understand you.”

Before I could speak, the comments went berserk.

【Damn it, the male lead’s confidence is infuriating. The author wanted a cold genius, but ended up with a nauseatingly self-important idiot.】

【Compared to him, the anxious, gloomy, sickly male supporting character is way more lovable.】

【When his condition acts up, he’d rather hurt himself than force the female supporting character.】

【Even when he’s furious, the moment she falls, he turns back—this kind of restrained, overloaded love is insane and irresistible.】

I turned to look at Ian.

Loneliness flashed briefly across his face before he returned to his usual restrained coldness.

I frowned and shook the arm wrapped around his neck.

Pointing at Nathan, I said fiercely,

“Go forward.”

Ian didn’t understand—but he obeyed.

So I lay snugly in Ian’s arms.

Then kicked Nathan straight in the chin.

Ian reacted instantly.

His solid arms caught me securely—and even gave me extra momentum.

Nathan screamed as he was kicked.

Ian pulled me back immediately, shielding me in his arms like a feral guard dog.

One command from me, and he’d tear Nathan apart.

I lifted my chin and said to Nathan,

“What the hell do you know? A quiet, handsome guy who only smiles at me, with explosive combat power like this beautiful dog—do you know how amazing that is?”

Ian looked even more shocked than Nathan.

I tugged lightly at his shirt.

“Don’t bother with that lunatic. Let’s go home.”

10

When Ian placed me down on the sofa—

His ears were red beyond control.

The bite mark on his Adam’s apple was still visible.

I straddled his lap and refused to get down.

I turned his face toward me.

After thinking for a moment—

I grabbed a silk hair ribbon from beside the sofa and tied it over his mouth.

The black silk highlighted his jade-like features—thick lashes, a tall nose.

“Don’t talk for now.

Listen to me.”

I looked straight into his eyes and spoke slowly, word by word.

“The voice message Nathan sent contained things I said in the past. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought that way before—but I don’t think that anymore.”

“I know you helped me get the guaranteed admission slot back. Thank you.”

“And also…”

“I like you.”

After saying all that in one breath, I pulled the ribbon away.

“Okay. Now you can talk.”

The next second—

Ian’s beautiful face drew closer and closer.

“Can I confirm that?”

Soft lips brushed against mine.

Then he lost control and deepened the kiss.

I was pressed into the sofa, only able to clutch his collar helplessly.

When he finally let me go, my face was so red it was beyond saving.

The dampness from the rain on both of us had nearly dried from body heat alone.

Ian’s eyes shone brightly.

His fingers never loosened around my wrist.

【The male supporting character looks like a puppy now—eyes and heart full of the female supporting character. I’m obsessed.】

【Weren’t these two supposed to love each other through hatred? Why is it this sweet?】

【Does anyone feel like the female supporting character has her own consciousness? It’s like she can see us talking…】

I shivered.

Then the comments continued:

【Female supporting character, if you really can see this—tomorrow, the male supporting character will completely darken and be drawn to the female lead. You must be careful.】

I looked at Ian Song, who was applying medicine to my leg.

Still dressed in black, but far less distant now—gentler than ever.

Must he really darken

Chapter 11

The next day, I refused to leave Yanli Song’s side even for a single step.

But I never expected his father—Huan Song, the true power behind the Song Group—to have him tied up and sent back to the old family estate.

[Poor male lead… His mother treated him like a monster, and his father is a cold-blooded capitalist who only cares about what value he can bring to the family. Now he even wants him to marry into the female lead’s family.]

[They even made him take medication…]

Medication?

The moment I saw that line, I completely lost it.

I ran out to look for Yanli Song.

[Female supporting character, Yanli Song was taken by his father’s bodyguards to the hotel Lai Su frequents.]

By the time I arrived, panting heavily outside the hotel room—

Lai Su had already taken off her coat.

The red slip dress clung to her body, her skin pale to the point of glaring.

Her figure was undeniably alluring, curled hair falling loosely against her chest.

She stepped closer to Yanli Song, who was leaning back against the sofa, breathing unevenly.

His face was flushed.

Tears shimmered in his eyes, the tip of his nose red, as if he’d been teased to the edge of endurance.

He bit his lip, forcing himself to stay conscious, and shoved Lai Su away with one hand.

“Get lost.”

His voice was hoarse and broken.

Lai Su staggered back, but she wasn’t angry.

“It’s fine,” she muttered.

“Just tonight… after tonight, I’ll become the real female lead.”

She suddenly yanked open Yanli Song’s shirt.

The sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room.

I pushed the door open and stepped in front of him without hesitation.

“Nian Gu is downstairs,” I said coldly.

“He’s coming up.”

Lai Su’s expression changed instantly.

She glared at me in hatred before turning and leaving in a hurry.

I locked the door.

When I turned around—

The man who was usually cold and vicious was now sitting there, head lowered, eyes soft like a wronged puppy.

When he realized it was me, he leaned closer, voice trembling.

“Mian… I feel awful…”

His nose brushed weakly against my neck.

“W-What should we do… maybe we should go to the hospital…”

“Mian… help me… just for a bit… it’ll feel better…”

Tears clung to his lashes, his breath hot and uneven.

Without thinking, my hand was pressed against his abdomen.

“Does it hurt here?” I asked softly.

He gave a low, broken sound in response, tightening his grip on my wrist.

“And here too…”

His finger brushed against my lips.

“Mian… kiss me. Just once… then I’ll be okay.”

I lowered my head slightly and touched his lips with mine.

“Like this?”

His hands tightened at my waist.

“Not enough.”

The world spun.

Our positions shifted.

Yanli Song no longer allowed me to retreat.

The screen flooded with angry comments.

[If it’s already like this, why not just—]

[Why did the screen cut off?! What exactly is VIP content for if we can’t see this?!]

By the time we returned to the villa, my palms and lips were sore.

Yanli Song, however, looked like a fully satisfied puppy—eyes bright, expression soft.