A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 23.2

Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.

Yan Nanjue… DIE.

Bai Wan survived, but the price was four months in the hospital. After that, for every heat, the original host watched her from above, stingily giving her only one suppressor, like treating a pet.

Two years. Four normal heats and one induced heat. The time Bai Wan suffered was more than just those few periods.

Yan Nanjue’s gaze landed on Bai Wan’s arm.

…She had seen it.

There was a through-and-through scar on Bai Wan’s arm, usually hidden by her shirt, but now revealed as the wet sleeve rolled up.

She had held that arm earlier; the rough texture of the scar seemed to linger in her palm, starting to burn alongside the heat.

Yan Nanjue’s throat felt blocked, and her fingers holding the syringe spasmed. She suddenly didn’t know what to say, and she couldn’t say anything.

Yan Nanjue bit her tongue, looked up at Bai Wan again, her eyes dark as ink.

“It’s not an induction agent,” she said. Her OOC value was rising, and the System nearly screamed.

“—It’s poison.”

The real-time monitored OOC value suddenly plummeted back to zero.

Yan Nanjue lowered her eyes, her long lashes veiling her gaze so no one could see the expression inside.

She said indifferently: “Something that will kill you.”

“Bai Wan, do you think you’re worth me putting effort into doing the same thing twice? If a dog bites its master, I’ll just replace it when it’s dead. You’re an expendable existence anyway.”

With those words, she stepped into the bathtub.

Bai Wan had been soaking for who knows how long; the water was icy, nearly bone-chilling in the early spring. The needle-like cold surged up Yan Nanjue’s calves.

The bathtub was large enough to easily accommodate both of them.

Yan Nanjue grabbed the struggling arm, pressed the syringe against it, and the needle pierced the skin. The suppressor was automatically injected, and the blue liquid quickly reached the bottom.

Bai Wan was laughing—a desolate laugh filled with hate. She seemed conscious, yet trapped in a nightmare woven of resentment. She couldn’t break free from the needle, nor could she resist the liquid entering her body.

The high fever made her thoughts a blur. Her vision spun, and she could only see a distorted figure.

Bai Wan forced her eyes wide to look.

She saw a gorgeous, bright face with sharp, beautiful features. The night view outside cast a slant of light across the face; the colorful lights kissed the high bridge of her nose, and her expressive eyes were shrouded in a hazy color. The lower half of her face was covered by a hard, cold mask. The black mask contrasted sharply with her extremely white skin, making her look almost pale.

Bai Wan could almost guess from her spiraling hallucinations how the red lips hidden under the mask were spitting out those harsh words. The uncovered eyes were black and white, cold and emotionless.

She was like a falling, frigid frost—beautiful to the extreme, and heartless to the extreme.

Bai Wan thought: This person is like a venomous snake that cannot even be touched.

…No.

This is that lunatic.

But somehow, it felt a bit different.

Regardless, Bai Wan thought, even if she died, she would drag Yan Nanjue to hell with her.

Bai Wan wrapped her arms around Yan Nanjue’s neck. Using all her strength, she drew close. Her raspy voice, full of endless hate, gave the first sincere smile in years.

She whispered with a smile: “Let’s die together, Yan Nanjue.”

Even if she died and became a vengeful spirit, she would crawl back and strangle this sun-bright woman with her own hands. She would grind her bones to ash, scatter her soul, eat her flesh, sleep on her skin, drink her blood, and pull out her tendons. Only then could she soothe the hatred in her heart.

As she spoke, she used all her strength to pull Yan Nanjue down into the water-filled bathtub.

Just like a siren in Western mythology luring sailors, all the deadly danger was hidden behind a beautiful face.

Yan Nanjue was caught off guard and dragged underwater. There was a loud SPLASH as the freezing water rushed in from all sides, entering her nose and lungs, wrapping her tight.

The bathtub, already full, splashed water everywhere as it now held two people. The water hit the smooth tiles.

Bai Wan used the last of her strength to pull her in, and then her strength vanished completely.

Yan Nanjue struggled frantically in the water. Her survival instinct made her rip off the heavy mask, and she coughed up water as she struggled to the surface.

In her mind, she shouted at the System: “Bai Wan, she—!!”

She didn’t know what to say, angry and anxious. Looking down, she saw that Bai Wan hadn’t surfaced. Her face changed instantly.

Could she have choked and can’t get up?!

No—! Nothing can happen to Bai Wan!!!

Yan Nanjue took a deep breath and plunged her upper body underwater.

She couldn’t see clearly through the surface, but underwater, she found Bai Wan’s eyes nearly closed. She looked like she had no strength left to struggle, lying quietly at the bottom of the tub. Even though the water was only waist-deep, she couldn’t even stand up. She just used those amber pupils to stare at the re-entering Yan Nanjue.

The current bent the light, which fell quietly into her eyes, shining like a flowing silver galaxy.

Yan Nanjue reached out, grabbed Bai Wan’s upper body, and hauled her out.

Without the mask, the dense pheromones rushed at her joyfully, nearly drowning her nose and mouth. Yan Nanjue instinctively held her breath, using all her might to resist.

Task, task, task.

Her priority was the task; she couldn’t be seduced by the pheromones!

After repeating this a few times, Yan Nanjue steadied herself and looked down. The Bai Wan in her arms had fainted. Even unconscious, she was still continuously emitting pheromones.

Yan Nanjue could feel it—every strand of these pheromones was filled with hate. Pheromones usually carry a tiny amount of the host’s emotion, but Bai Wan’s were rich with such intense feeling…

She truly hated her to the extreme. Yan Nanjue had no doubt that Bai Wan really wanted to take her to the grave just now.

The glands behind her ears started heating up again. The person in her arms had become a hot potato.

The System, which had been quiet, said anxiously: 【Mask! Mask!】

Yan Nanjue held her breath. “I’ll carry her out first, otherwise she’ll drown herself.”

【Hurry up. After you put it on, give yourself another suppressor injection, and give Bai Wan a few more. She has a resistance to ordinary suppressors.】

Yan Nanjue used a bridal carry, putting her arms under Bai Wan’s and lifting her up with a heave. She stepped out of the tub and carried her to the bed. They left a long trail of water, and the sound of the splashing water was like another cold rain.

Bai Wan lay on the covers. She had completely lost consciousness. Her usually rebellious brow actually showed a trace of hidden gentleness—fragile and helpless.

Yan Nanjue didn’t dare look twice. She quickly grabbed the mask and put it on securely. Only when she could no longer smell the pheromones did she breathe a sigh of relief.

After giving them both suppressors, she stared at the weak Omega on the bed, worried. “What now? Take her to the hospital?”

【You don’t have a fully sealed transport vehicle. Call the hospital, explain the situation, and the Crisis Management Department will come with them. You’ll need professionals to clean the room; the pheromones are too dense to dissipate naturally, and regular people can’t clean them. High-level Omega pheromones leaking out could cause a riot.】

Yan Nanjue did as told.

She hung up, looked at Bai Wan, and suddenly said, “She’s completely out. I shouldn’t have to worry about OOC now, right?”

System:【You don’t.】

Relieved, Yan Nanjue took out the medical kit to change the bandage on Bai Wan’s left hand. Removing the bandage, she stared oddly at the wound. “Is this… a scar from a cigarette burn?”

Who burned Bai Wan’s hand? Or did she accidentally burn herself while spacing out? No, this wasn’t an accident; someone must have pressed the cigarette down hard, and Bai Wan hadn’t moved.

Yan Nanjue frowned. The blister in Bai Wan’s palm had popped, and a large patch of skin was torn away, bleeding continuously. She felt a phantom pain just looking at it. She carefully disinfected it and applied fresh gauze.

【Disinfect your shoulder too,】 the System reminded her.

Only then did Yan Nanjue remember she had been bitten. The pain had become somewhat numb. She looked down; the wound was swollen from the water, and the tooth marks were white and deep. The blood had been washed away.

The System saw it too. It thought for a moment. 【Forget it, you’ll go to the hospital later for a rabies shot and let a doctor handle it.】

Yan Nanjue realized something—the System’s sarcasm was purely instinctive. It could even snark about the heroine.

She found a bath towel, wrapped Bai Wan from behind, and held her. Just as she was about to let go, the System said: 【She’s in a very bad way. Give her some pheromones to soothe her. An Omega needs Alpha pheromone comfort most during this period.】

【But she might resist yours. Try releasing just a little.】

Yan Nanjue froze. “I don’t know how.”

System:【…?】 It was genuinely puzzled.

Yan Nanjue argued logically: “I’m not a native Alpha. In the real world, I was just an ordinary human without superpowers. The original host never did this, and neither her memories nor the original book taught me how to release pheromones.”

“This is a book! How am I supposed to know how an Alpha releases pheromones?”

The System choked. It connected to the world’s network, searched millions of tutorials in seconds, and sent a compiled set to Yan Nanjue.

Yan Nanjue unfastened her collar and clumsily released a bit of pheromone. Her nose twitched. “Why do I seem to smell lychees? Sweet and fragrant, with a bit of alcohol—is this my pheromone?”

Lychee? Alcohol? The System suddenly went silent.

Yan Nanjue, having just tried to release it, carefully guided the scent toward Bai Wan. It wasn’t rejected. Her pheromones smoothly entered Bai Wan’s space, mingling with hers and seeping into her skin.

“Is this right?”

The System remained strangely quiet. Receiving no reply, Yan Nanjue released even more pheromones according to the tutorial.

Bai Wan’s tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed. She didn’t seem to reject the scent; her curled-up limbs relaxed as well. After holding her for a while, Yan Nanjue saw the skin, previously pale from the icy water, flush with a warm red. She looked down, her chin accidentally brushing Bai Wan’s cool cheek.

She realized then that they were too close. Close enough to count Bai Wan’s eyelashes. Well, she couldn’t count them—they were wet and clumped together.

The person in her arms was soft as a feather, light and weightless. Bai Wan was about the same height as her, but she was nearly ten pounds thinner.

Yan Nanjue thought daze-edly. Looking down, her gaze followed the slightly loose towel into Bai Wan’s collar, catching a glimpse of a smooth, milky curve.

“…” Crap.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her ears turning red, and angrily buttoned Bai Wan’s clothes tight.

A thought flashed through her mind: Bai Wan is thin, but surprisingly, she has ‘meat’ where it counts.

Is this a high-level Omega? Only thin where they should be thin?

…That is an entirely unnecessary level of thoughtfulness.

While waiting for the ambulance, Yan Nanjue spent ten minutes quietly with Bai Wan. The air was filled with their intertwined pheromones—fruit and floral scents woven together. Perhaps because the Omega’s pheromones had calmed down, Yan Nanjue’s own anxiety eased.

There was a knock on the apartment door.

The System said suddenly: 【Withdraw your pheromones. Don’t release them randomly in the future.】

Yan Nanjue did as told. Medical personnel in full protective gear entered, put a protective suit on Bai Wan, and placed her on a stretcher. Yan Nanjue followed them downstairs and into the ambulance. A nurse handed her a large blanket. “Ma’am, you’re soaked too. Wrap up.”

She thanked her.

Outside the hospital isolation room.

“What is your relationship with this Omega?”

Hearing the recorder’s question, Yan Nanjue tightened her grip on the blanket and answered truthfully: “I am her wife.”

“…Huh? Then the heat should be easy to manage. Why would you bring her to the hospital when an Alpha is present?”

Yan Nanjue felt a bit guilty. She and Bai Wan only had the title of a couple.

The doctor looked at the Omega, who was now hooked up to various medical tubes in isolation. “No temporary marking either. You’re a bit irresponsible as a wife. Even with an early heat, you could have marked her to soothe her.”

It was the first time Yan Nanjue had heard the term “temporary marking.” She guiltily made up a lie: “Her body is too weak; she couldn’t handle the early heat.”

She thought for a moment and continued: “We’re actually in a Platonic relationship.”

The doctor’s gaze was still disapproving. “Even so, you shouldn’t refuse a temporary mark. What if the ambulance had been late? What if something fatal happened?”

Yan Nanjue didn’t argue, accepting the lecture. Amidst the doctor’s medical advice, she prayed that nothing would happen to Bai Wan. If something happened to the heroine, she was finished. The book would be finished.

“System, what is a temporary mark?”

The System threw another set of links at her. Yan Nanjue skimmed through them and found that a temporary mark didn’t even require intimate contact, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. She got up, had her wound dressed, got her vaccine shot, and then called Assistant Lin to have Bai Wan moved to a VIP ward.

“Record a week of sick leave for her.”

After giving instructions, Yan Nanjue remembered the cigarette burn on Bai Wan’s hand. “There’s a cigarette burn on her left palm. Find out who did it.”

Lin Furuo hesitated. “It was the Madam herself.”

Yan Nanjue was shocked by Bai Wan’s ruthlessness and couldn’t speak for a long moment.

Thinking she didn’t believe it, Lin Furuo added softly: “I saw it with my own eyes, President Yan.”

“I see. Send some clothes to the hospital—one set for me, and several for Bai Wan for the next few days.”

Lin Furuo arrived an hour later. Seeing her boss in such an unprecedentedly disheveled state, the usually unshakeable assistant showed a rare look of surprise. This scene was even more shocking to her than Bai Wan crushing a cigarette in her palm.

“You…” She hesitated.

Yan Nanjue’s clothes were half-dry and clinging uncomfortably. She was about to enter the VIP ward’s changing room with the bag. Hearing this, she gave Lin Furuo a cold look, signaling her not to ask.

Lin Furuo shut her mouth, but her eyes were full of curiosity.

Yan Nanjue wanted to take a shower, but the freshly dressed wound on her right shoulder made her give up the idea. In the washroom, she quietly dried her wet black hair, looking at herself in the mirror.

The woman in the mirror had a calm expression and naturally expressive eyes; when she tilted her head slightly, she looked particularly affectionate. Yan Nanjue wasn’t unfamiliar with this face—it was her own. Upon entering the world, the System had extracted her real-world physical data and generated an identical body.

She turned off the hair dryer and touched the ends of her hair. They were still slightly damp, but she had no patience to keep drying them, so she just left her hair loose and walked out.

The ward was empty. Bai Wan was still in isolation; she could only be moved once the heat fever subsided. This could take a variable amount of time, though most false symptoms only took three days.

Yan Nanjue went to the isolation room and obtained visiting rights as the legal spouse. Looking through the specially treated observation window, her gaze landed on the bed.

Bai Wan’s face was extremely pale, and her skin had lost its luster. She was like a butterfly that had weathered a storm, retreating back into its cocoon, wrapping herself tight to shut out everything.

Yan Nanjue watched for a long time before withdrawing her gaze and getting into the car with Assistant Lin. She went to the villa. The apartment hadn’t been cleaned yet—only emergency measures had been taken—and she didn’t dare go back now.

It was 4:30 AM by the time she arrived, and the sky was beginning to lighten.

“I remember an Omega’s heat is twice a year. The heroine’s are usually May and September. She’s early this time; will she have another in May?”

System:【Yes.】

Yan Nanjue had a headache. I don’t have to go through this again, do I?

“I noticed the heroine didn’t reject my pheromones. Can I help her with a temporary mark next time to get her through it?”

【Better not,】 the System said. 【Did you not know what your pheromones smelled like before?】

Yan Nanjue shook her head.

【Weren’t you curious?】

She paused. Her answer surprised the System: “It didn’t seem necessary. I know now anyway—it’s lychee wine. It doesn’t smell bad; both the heroine and I can accept it.”

“By the way, System, what did you mean by not letting me release my pheromones randomly?”

System:【The original host’s pheromones were sea salt.】

A question mark slowly appeared over Yan Nanjue’s head.

“So I’ve… mutated?? Or transformed???”

【Moreover, in the original book, the heroine was extremely repulsed by the original host’s pheromones. Their compatibility wasn’t high for an AO pair, and that was with both being high-level. After marriage, the heroine grew more repulsed, and their compatibility would only drop—even to the point where physical contact caused physiological disgust. A forced mark in that state would only cause a mental breakdown for an Omega.】

Yan Nanjue was stunned. Her pheromones could clearly approach Bai Wan. “That’s not right. I clearly…”

System:【Chapters 29, 73, and 104 of the original book mention this. It was just glossed over.】

It thought for a moment and gave an answer: 【I suspect that ‘lychee wine’ is your pheromone.】

【This body is a complete copy of your real self. What we did was load the original’s memory and physical data, which is why you can handle the company—what she knew, you know. Special settings like pheromones should have been generated from the original data, but it seems a small error occurred with you.】

This was completely unexpected. Yan Nanjue looked nervous. “Will this affect my task?”

【No. It should just be a minor bug. Don’t worry, I’ve submitted an anomaly report. I’ll tell you as soon as the follow-up notice comes down.】

Yan Nanjue was relieved. But as she let out a breath, the System spoke again.

【Don’t release your pheromones unless necessary.】

The System said: 【Everyone around you knows what your pheromones smell like. It’s recorded in your old physical exams and differentiation reports. Alphas and Omegas differentiate at eighteen, and pheromones don’t change after that. If people find out your pheromones have changed, you might be viewed as a monster and taken in for research.】

Yan Nanjue’s eyes widened. “No way?!” What a trap!

But the System’s voice was unexpectedly cheerful.

【Don’t worry. For a bug entirely caused by the system side, the Main System will compensate you once it’s confirmed.】 It hinted: 【If the error is significant, the player can choose their own compensation.】

Yan Nanjue could hear the “Hurry up and squeeze a big one out of my boss” expectation in the System’s voice. Perhaps having been with the System so long, they were becoming partners in crime. She actually felt a subtle sense of expectation herself and relaxed.

As the person and the system talked, the horizon outside turned a pale white. A streak of light appeared in the darkness. Dawn was coming; the night was finally over.

Bai Wan was unconscious for three days. During this time, she was in a half-dreaming, half-waking state. Her brainwaves were occasionally very active, as if she were trapped in a bizarre nightmare. She would open her eyes occasionally, only to faint again soon after.

Worried, Yan Nanjue went to the hospital every day to check on her. Once, she happened to catch Bai Wan opening her eyes. Through the square observation window, their eyes met. Yan Nanjue was startled. In the next instant, Bai Wan’s eyes closed again.

Three days later, Bai Wan’s pheromone concentration dropped, and her physical indicators returned to normal levels, meaning the heat had passed. She was transferred out of isolation.

Bai Wan woke up on the fourth day. Yan Nanjue heard the news on her way to the hospital.

Assistant Lin asked: “President Yan, the Madam is awake. Do you still want to go see her?”

Yan Nanjue was internally startled. Is it that obvious I don’t want to face the awake Bai Wan?

The sharp-eyed Lin Furuo avoided her boss’s gaze.

“Yes,” Yan Nanjue said calmly. “Since we’re already downstairs, why wouldn’t we go?”

As Lin Furuo got out of the car, she messaged the nurse to prepare a sedative. She had a premonition that the meeting between the boss and the Madam would turn into a minor disaster.

In the ward, Bai Wan was leaning against her pillow, reading a book. She looked weak after her ordeal—no color in her face, her lips dry and peeling. She looked a bit disheveled, but it didn’t mar her beauty. Like a piece of jade with a slight flaw, she was even more striking.

Hearing the door open, her movements paused. The sound of high heels followed—unhurried, like a large predator patrolling its territory.

The first thing to appear was a pair of red-soled heels and slender ankles. Above them, a pair of straight, slim legs were tucked into a milk-coffee-colored long trench coat.

Among the people she knew, only one loved wearing red-soled heels.

—Not to mention that overbearing aura.

Bai Wan’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked up, meeting Yan Nanjue’s dark eyes.