A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 10

Almost the instant her message was sent, a call flashed across the screen; the name displayed was Bai Wan. Yan Nanjue stared at the name without blinking. A few seconds before the call would have timed out, she chose to answer.

The sound of shallow breathing came from the other end.

Yan Nanjue’s gaze dropped to the screen lying flat on the desk. The light in the study was dim, with only a cool-toned desk lamp lit, leaving her seated in the shadows where the light couldn’t reach.

The two people on opposite ends of the line fell into an eerie stalemate. This silence didn’t last long before Bai Wan broke it.

“…Are you going to demolish the house over there?” Her voice was slightly tight.

Yan Nanjue tapped her finger on the desk at a leisurely pace, her attitude indifferent. “Whatever I buy, I can dispose of however I wish.”

Bai Wan’s breathing grew heavy. The voice coming through the receiver became soft and weak; Bai Wan lowered her pride, almost pleading: “Yan Nanjue, don’t touch that house… I beg you.” The last three words were barely audible.

Yan Nanjue was surprised that Bai Wan was willing to beg her enemy for the sake of that house, but she understood a moment later.

…After all, that is the only color left in her life, and the only place that has made her feel safe in all these years. That house reminds her that she once had a home.

Despite her wandering thoughts, Yan Nanjue’s voice remained casual. “I hadn’t originally planned to demolish those old houses. I’m a businesswoman; I don’t make losing deals. But Bai Wan, you never seem to learn how to be obedient.”

“Or perhaps, can you explain where you are right now?”

“—Mrs. Yan.”

She emphasized the last two words. On the other end of the line was endless silence. After a long while, Bai Wan’s voice finally sounded again.

“…City Y.”

The call fell into a hush. Bai Wan had compromised; she had admitted defeat.

She gave her detailed address—it wasn’t City D as Assistant Lin had found. Having already guessed the heroine wasn’t in City D, Yan Nanjue hurriedly noted the location, staring nervously at the call display, about to speak.

“Why me?” Bai Wan suddenly asked. “Why choose me to marry, why must it be me, and why won’t you let me go?”

Clearly, at the beginning, they didn’t know each other at all. With Yan Nanjue’s status, what kind of Omega couldn’t she find? Why did it have to be her?

Yan Nanjue thought silently: Because the original body was a lunatic. Because Bai Wan’s face looked exactly like someone—and more importantly, because this world is a book.

The answer she gave was cold and rational: “Because your face is beautiful enough.”

“I needed an Omega who could be shown off but had no family background to be Mrs. Yan.”

Yan Nanjue let out a light, mocking laugh. “Bai Wan, I’ll give you three days. If I don’t see you within three days, you’ll never see that house again—nor those two children in the nursing home.”

“I’m only waiting three days.”

Three nights later, the rain was torrential.

A black car moved steadily through the rainy night. Inside, Yan Nanjue rested with her eyes closed. Raindrops hammered against the windows, the sound muffled by the glass. The scent of soothing aromatherapy—a light floral fragrance—diffused through the enclosed cabin.

The car came to an abrupt halt.

The driver’s hesitant voice came from the front. “Miss…” she said nervously, “someone is blocking the car.”

Yan Nanjue’s heart trembled. She lifted her eyelids and looked straight ahead. Through the veil of rain, her gaze fell upon the Omega soaked by the storm.

Outside was a downpour. The woman stood alone in the gray mist of the rain, drenched to the bone. Her seaweed-like long hair clung tightly to her cheeks, making her face look as pale as snow. Her thick, long lashes seemed unable to withstand the lashing rain, trembling incessantly; with every blink, droplets fell from them.

The falling rain couldn’t hide her features, which were as striking as an ink-wash painting. Ink-black hair, snow-white cheeks. She tilted her head slightly, her cold eyes like amber or gemstones, reflecting the light with an even greater brilliance.

Under the glow of the high beams, she looked like a mermaid who had crawled ashore from the deep sea—gloomy, pale, and covered in the damp chill of the water. She looked up, her gaze piercing through the rain and glass to meet the person inside the car.

Yan Nanjue saw her look. Cold, resentful, sinister.

—She hates me to the bone.

A numbness spread through the back of Yan Nanjue’s head. An indescribable feeling made her clench her palms, and she instinctively swallowed. On the final day of the deadline, Bai Wan had returned.

…Finally.

Yan Nanjue felt relieved, but couldn’t help being nervous. She checked the system panel; no change. She asked the system to monitor the Blackening Value before she felt safe enough to play her persona.

The driver asked cautiously, “Miss, should I bring the Madam an umbrella?”

Yan Nanjue leaned her chin on her hand, her slender fingertips tapping her cheek rhythmically. she stared coldly at the front of the car, her tone mocking: “If she likes being soaked, let her stay in the rain. When she’s had enough and comes to her senses, she’ll come back.”

“It’s such heavy rain… soaking in it for too long might be bad…”

Without the boss’s permission, the driver didn’t dare leave the car.

“‘Madam’?” Yan Nanjue sneered. Her voice was an attractive, mature “big sister” tone, and her laughter was enough to make one’s heart itch, but combined with her words, it was terrifying. “She doesn’t consider herself the Madam of the Yan family at all.”

A cold light flashed in Yan Nanjue’s eyes. “She only wants to run—stupid, naive, and senseless.”

The driver didn’t dare respond. After the boss’s anger seemed to subside slightly, she whispered, “The Madam is an Omega, after all; she’s not like an Alpha or Beta. She looks very unwell.”

Yan Nanjue waited out her own restlessness for a while before scoffing, “Do I have to go out and invite her myself?”

Hearing this, the driver understood. She jogged out to deliver an umbrella to Bai Wan, then drove the car to the apartment building entrance.

Bai Wan stood under the porch with the umbrella, her eyes fixed on Yan Nanjue. Yan Nanjue, also holding an umbrella, walked straight past her toward the elevator without sparing her a single glance.

Behind her were footsteps so light they were almost non-existent. Bai Wan followed.

In the elevator, Yan Nanjue stood tall, seemingly looking straight ahead, but she was actually peeking at Bai Wan through the reflection. The heroine is so silent… is she going to explode in this silence? Yan Nanjue’s thoughts wandered.

It was quiet the whole way, save for the faint hum of the ascending elevator.

Reaching their floor, Yan Nanjue stepped out, and the person behind her followed quietly. The sound of one heavy and one light footstep echoed in the hallway—the heavy ones from her boots, the light ones from Bai Wan.

After entering the apartment, Yan Nanjue turned around. “—Stop right there.”

Bai Wan halted. Water dripped from her body, quickly soaking a large patch of the entryway rug. Her wet clothes clung to her, tracing a figure that was both graceful and thin—like a plant ravaged by a storm, looking very desolate.

She looked up, her wet eyes meeting Yan Nanjue’s. Her nose was red, her cheeks were flushed, and a fragile, thin red tint showed beneath her lower eyelids.

Yan Nanjue’s breath hitched. She had the fleeting illusion of having picked up a stray cat on a rainy day, causing her to instinctively feel soft-hearted. Unfortunately, this “stray cat” only wanted to tear her throat open, ransack her home, and leave with a flourish.

She bit her tongue to cast the illusion aside. “Taking advantage of my business trip to barge into my study and leave without permission… did you think that—”

Before she could finish, Bai Wan’s body swayed twice, and she slumped forward limply.

Panicking, Yan Nanjue instinctively caught the body falling toward her, her unspoken words melting away. Her blank mind was left with only two words: So cold.

Bai Wan’s body… was so cold.