A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 21

Yan Nanjue’s gaze moved inch by inch from her screen to the door.

The heroine is outside? Why isn’t she coming in?

Her intuition told her that Bai Wan was doing this on purpose. The feeling was so eerie that a creeping sense of unease began to fill Yan Nanjue’s heart. She swallowed hard, mentally prepared herself, and opened the door.

The light from the entryway spilled out, illuminating Bai Wan who was standing in the darkness. The latter kept her eyes downcast, her black hair clinging smoothly to her cheeks, appearing as calm as usual.

The voice-activated lights in the hallway were off, meaning Bai Wan had been standing outside in silence, likely returning even before Yan Nanjue had made the call.

Why didn’t she come in?

Yan Nanjue’s heart skipped a beat. Bound by her persona, she could only stand at the entryway with her arms crossed, looking coldly at Bai Wan.

“What are you doing?”

A hint of mockery rose in her eyes. “Standing out here instead of coming in… don’t tell me you’re thinking of running away again? Do I really have to invite you in, Mrs. Yan?”

Seemingly provoked by her words, Bai Wan slowly raised her head.

The moment she met that gaze, Yan Nanjue couldn’t help but shudder.

Those amber pupils were startlingly bright, like the surface of the sea before a storm—an extreme brilliance piercing through the inkiness. Within them was an infinite hatred for her. This hatred was usually buried deep, but now it was out in the open, like an unsheathed blade.

Hate so intense that even her soul was trembling.

A sinister, gloomy resentment coiled around Yan Nanjue like a giant python, phantomly tightening and strangling her loop by loop.

Yan Nanjue felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her; she was almost startled into jumping by the dense aura of hate.

Simultaneously, in her mind, the announcement of the heroine’s Blackening Value increase rang out. The value climbed steadily, finally stopping at a number that made Yan Nanjue gasp.

【WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!】

【Heroine’s current Blackening Value: 80/100】

…What happened?

Yan Nanjue’s mind went blank. She thought in a daze: How did Bai Wan’s Blackening Value suddenly jump this much?!!!

Countless doubts emerged one after another. Her heart was beating in her throat. She bit her tongue hard, using the pain to snap herself back into character. Ignoring the fine sweat covering her back, she exerted every ounce of willpower to steady her nerves and frowned. “Bai Wan, I’m talking to you.”

Bai Wan’s lips were pressed so tightly they had turned an unnatural, pale white. She clenched her hands; a stinging pain radiated from somewhere in her body, but it couldn’t pull her back to reality.

Her voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper: “…You lied to me.”

“What?”

Yan Nanjue didn’t hear her clearly.

Bai Wan stared at her fixedly. “You lied to me, Yan Nanjue.”

“You lied to me again… You clearly knew what that house meant to me. Why would you do this…?”

Her state was very wrong.

Alarm bells rang in Yan Nanjue’s heart, but more than that was a sense of utter bewilderment. She had no idea what Bai Wan was talking about. What house? When did she lie to Bai Wan again?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop acting like a lunatic.”

Yan Nanjue looked at her coldly, as if she were looking at an unstable madwoman.

Bai Wan’s bones itched with hatred. That restless murderous intent, mixed with despair, made everything before her eyes blur and distort. That face she loathed so much looked like a candle, melting bit by bit under the heat of a flame, re-solidifying into ugly, lumpy wax.

…So disgusting.

Everything before her was nauseating—she wanted to destroy it all.

Die.

Make her die.

…Kill her.

Yan Nanjue’s body swayed slightly; she almost couldn’t control the urge to retreat. The heroine’s eyes truly looked like she wanted to kill her.

…Though in the original book, she actually did.

But Bai Wan hasn’t fully blackened yet! So where was this murderous intent coming from?

Bai Wan said, enunciating every word: “You even made me go and get that document… Does seeing me destroy the things I care about with my own hands satisfy your perverted desire for control? Does that make you happy?”

Yan Nanjue was still confused.

“You promised you wouldn’t touch that house. Can you not even tolerate a single old, dilapidated building?” As if she had reached the peak of emotional collapse, Bai Wan’s tone became exceptionally calm. “One of the reasons I signed that marriage contract was that house. You knew that.”

Yan Nanjue finally pieced together the fragments of her words. Does Bai Wan think I’m going to demolish the old house left by her adoptive parents?

How could I do that!! That was Bai Wan’s emotional pillar and one of the reasons she was forced into this marriage. How could she possibly do that?!

Then who gave Bai Wan this false information… making her go this crazy?

She wasn’t even hiding her emotions anymore; her face was filled with a desire to drag Yan Nanjue to hell with her.

Yan Nanjue’s mind raced. The priority was to stabilize Bai Wan’s emotions before the Blackening Value hit the ceiling!

Her red lips parted. “I don’t know where you heard such nonsense, dare you come to me and spout these fever dreams. Bai Wan, I—”

Her words were cut off.

Bai Wan’s clear, cold voice flowed through the entryway like a mountain stream.

“You broke the contract again. Is there a single word of truth in your mouth?”

Bai Wan squeezed her eyes shut, concealing all the violent emotions within. Her expression was utterly exhausted, yet when she opened them, the gloom and chill in her eyes seemed capable of freezing everything.

She looked directly at Yan Nanjue. “What exactly do you like about me? This face? Or this gland?”

“—I’ll cut it off and give it to you. Just let me go, okay?”

Her voice drifted like a feather—light, airy, floating from her well-shaped lips. It was so soft, so low and gentle, yet it was absolutely bone-chilling.

Yan Nanjue’s pupils shrank. She wanted to scream internally.

NO! NO! NO!

Face-slashing and gland-cutting were supposed to happen after the blackening! Why was this happening now?!! There was still a year left before she was supposed to go full dark!

Bai Wan’s attitude was completely wrong. She had to clear up this misunderstanding immediately; she couldn’t let Bai Wan continue this self-destruction!

Yan Nanjue opened her mouth. “I never—”

【WARNING! Current OOC value 4%! Please follow the persona. Do not change the character’s personality…】

Yan Nanjue snapped her mouth shut so fast she accidentally bit her tongue. Her face almost contorted in pain, and her pupils dilated in shock.

I just want to explain! Even that isn’t allowed? This counts as OOC?

Is there something wrong with the system’s logic?

Yan Nanjue tried again, pretending to be enraged by Bai Wan’s statement, asking mockingly: “Let you go?”

“I have never failed to get what I want. You think too highly of yourself—you’re just a pretty Omega. Why do you think it must be you?”

“No matter how important that house is to you, it’s worthless in my eyes.”

Bai Wan followed up immediately: “Then are you going to destroy it?”

Yan Nanjue was momentarily speechless. How should she answer? The system won’t let her explain—what else could she say?

The atmosphere stalled in a deathly silence.

After a long while, Yan Nanjue finally untangled her messy thoughts. She closed her eyes, her long lashes dropping, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

“Get out.”

“When your head is clear and you’ve thought things through, come back.”

She crossed her arms and looked down at Bai Wan with a cold gaze. “I won’t talk to a fool who isn’t thinking straight. Not even ‘Mrs. Yan’.”

Bai Wan almost laughed out loud. “Mrs. Yan?”

“Mrs. Yan…” she murmured the title, her expression suddenly turning fierce. “Other than you, the thing I hate most is this title.”

This title had coiled around her for countless days and nights like an inescapable shadow, turning into an invisible cage that held her tight. And she was the canary within, weeping and mourning.

Yan Nanjue’s eyes turned sharp: “Can’t you hear me?”

“GET. OUT.”

“Don’t come back in until you’re sober.”

The door was slammed shut. Inside the living room, Yan Nanjue’s expression changed instantly. She collapsed onto the sofa in a breakdown, feeling like a dried salted fish.

“System! Why does explaining count as OOC?!”

The System’s answer was perfectly logical: 【Have you ever seen a cold, domineering CEO in a book who actually uses their words? If every CEO had a functional mouth, half of these tragic romance misunderstandings wouldn’t exist.】

Yan Nanjue: “…” The logic is so sound I can’t even argue.

【System: Besides, do you think the original body would deign to explain herself to a ‘low-quality substitute’ she looks down upon?】

Yan Nanjue didn’t even have to think about that one. No. A person as high-and-mighty as the original wouldn’t lower herself to explain a “worthless old house” to a piece of merchandise she had bought. To the original, if she wanted to demolish it, she would. Why should the bird in her hand be able to escape because of it?

Thinking of this, Yan Nanjue’s head felt like it was exploding. She ruffled her hair, abandoning her image, and buried her messy head in the sofa cushions.

“Then how am I supposed to explain that I’m not tearing down her house? She must hate me to death now…”

Bai Wan didn’t stay at the door.

Dazed and hollow, she left the elevator, walked out of the building, and wandered through the neighborhood like a ghost. When she finally came to her senses, she realized she was standing at the foot of an old residential building.

She looked up at the old structure hidden in the night, her expression rarely showing signs of being stunned.

This was the place where she had lived for eight years. Her most familiar sanctuary.

The streetlamp in front of the building was broken. The already dim yellow light flickered with a “sizzle” sound, wavering for a long time before finally dying out.

Bai Wan stood in the darkness, staring at the building without blinking.

She stood there for a long time. Her body swayed slightly as if she wanted to go upstairs, but in the end, she didn’t take a single step toward the stairs.

Bai Wan lowered her eyes and turned to leave.

Leaving the alley, the world outside was full of neon lights and bustling noise—the lavish, extravagant city. Just an alley apart, yet they felt like two completely different worlds.

She supposed it wouldn’t be long before the other world disappeared forever.

The early spring night wind was piercing and cold, but it was nothing compared to the chill in her expression. Bai Wan entered a convenience store and came out with a thin lady’s cigarette between her lips.

The cigarette was held between her long, pale fingers, a faint spark of red glowing and burning.

Bai Wan knew how to smoke, but she almost never touched them. She loathed anything that made her lose her composure—be it a cigarette, or a person.

And the best way to handle such things was either to stay far away or to destroy them.