A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 25

Those words subtly pointed out the fact that Yan Nanjue and Bai Wan’s relationship was mediocre at best.

Yan Nanjue’s pupils flickered. Having lived as an ordinary human for over twenty years in the real world, she belatedly recalled a specific detail: in the ABO worldview, a married Omega carries the scent of their Alpha’s pheromones after being marked. This scent is distinct from the Omega’s own pheromones and is displayed prominently, letting everyone know that this Omega “belongs” to an Alpha.

Yet, Bai Wan carried not a single trace of her scent.

That was why Owner Cheng—who was interested in Ji Ziyi—had taken a few extra looks at her upon entering, initially mistaking her for just one of Ji Ziyi’s friends.

As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room froze.

Everyone in A-City’s upper social circles knew the true nature of their relationship; some even went as far as to say that Bai Wan was merely a pet kept by Yan Nanjue. The only person present who didn’t know this was likely Owner Cheng, who wasn’t an A-City local.

Yan Nanjue’s mind raced. She spoke up coldly, her voice tinged with the displeasure of someone having their private affairs pried into.

“Owner Cheng seems to have a few too many questions.”

Owner Cheng maintained her smile and said apologetically, “No offense intended, it was just a casual inquiry.”

Conveniently, a knock sounded at the door, and someone from the adjacent room poked their head in. “President Yan is here? Come play cards! Is Young Master Ji coming?”

Chen Wanjun stood up. “They’re busy. I’ll come over for a few rounds.”

Wails of despair immediately erupted from the next room.

“Holy crap, why did you invite Wanjun? Who can win against her card skills? You total saboteur!”

Chen Wanjun smiled faintly. “I’ll show some mercy.”

Ji Ziyi took the opportunity to leave with Owner Cheng.

The sliding door closed again, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Yan Nanjue glanced sideways. In her peripheral vision, Bai Wan, who had remained silent the entire time, put down her phone and looked over with cold eyes.

A lock of black hair fell across her beautiful brow, fluttering against her eyes in the breeze. She didn’t blink, letting the strands brush her as she spoke in a clear, chilly voice.

“Why didn’t you just tell her I’m a nanny you can summon and dismiss at will?”

Yan Nanjue could practically imagine the unspoken follow-up: So, even you care about saving face.

She silently looked away and mocked lightly, “If you want to be a nanny, quit your job and go ask the butler for a position.”

Leaving it at that, Yan Nanjue stood up and left the room, exhaling a nearly imperceptible sigh of relief. Being under the heroine’s constant gaze made her exceptionally restless.

With a long time left before dinner, Yan Nanjue wandered around the club. The decor was exquisite; if one were suddenly placed here, they might truly lose track of time. As she approached a pavilion without a plaque, the crowd grew thicker.

“This is where guests can rent costumes and props for photos. There are professional photographers nearby. Want to take a few?” Ji Ziyi happened to emerge from another pavilion and explained.

Yan Nanjue retracted her gaze, noting that Owner Cheng wasn’t behind her. “Boring. Where’s your Owner Cheng?”

Ji Ziyi smiled. “Off tending to other guests.”

“Give it a try! Don’t call everything boring. Isn’t it exhausting living so rigidly, President Yan?”

Yan Nanjue still refused. “I don’t wear clothes others have worn.”

“What a coincidence. There are two different sections; one for regular guests and one for VIPs. The VIP clothes are one-of-a-kind. They can be sent to the customer’s home, or if you don’t want to take them, they’ll be sealed away.”

Ji Ziyi asked, “Where’s Wanjun? Let’s have her try too. I just saw an outfit in there that would suit her perfectly.”

“Still playing cards.”

“Wow,” Ji Ziyi marveled. “People still dare to play with her? Last time I played with her, she emptied one of my cards.”

“I’ll go call them over now and bring Bai Wan along too—don’t even try to refuse.”

Before Yan Nanjue could speak, Ji Ziyi turned and headed back toward the private rooms.

Not long after, she returned with a group of people. Yan Nanjue spotted Bai Wan at a glance. In the crowd, her beauty was exceptionally striking, like a solitary water lily standing apart from the world, separated from the others by a deep barrier. At first glance, you noticed her face; at second glance, you noticed her frost-cold expression.

Bai Wan walked slowly to stand before her, looking her straight in the eye. Yan Nanjue forced herself not to look away.

She had a vague feeling that the heroine wanted to say something—likely to mock her for doing something so meaningless, since they weren’t a real couple anyway. Although Bai Wan didn’t speak, Yan Nanjue read those words in her gaze.

Inside the pavilion, servers filed out to lead each guest to a private dressing room.

“Miss, what style do you prefer?”

Yan Nanjue’s red lips parted, and as if possessed, she uttered two words: “Qipao.”

Beside her, Bai Wan casually picked an outfit and entered her dressing room.

A server handed Yan Nanjue a tablet. “These pieces would suit you. Please choose what you like. The makeup room is right next to the dressing room. We will provide jewelry that matches the outfit. If you prefer something else, just let us know; we have specialists to serve you.”

Yan Nanjue didn’t like being touched, especially on her face, so she declined. She only intended to pick out the clothes.

The System, with its sharp eyes, spotted a set on the tablet. 【Select the one in the bottom right corner, the qipao in the second to last row.】

Yan Nanjue hesitated. “Does this fit the persona? The original host never seemed to wear this color?”

The System urged: 【Just say Ji Ziyi picked it for you and you didn’t look. Trust my professional System aesthetic; this piece is definitely for you.】

The garment was quickly delivered, ironed neatly and placed in a transparent dust bag.

After changing, Yan Nanjue still felt a bit out of her element. She preferred light, loose trousers; the only times she wore dresses were after transmigrating. As she pushed open the fitting room door, the waiting server was visibly stunned.

“You are… so beautiful.” The server recovered and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, I’ve just rarely seen a customer as beautiful as you. My praise is entirely sincere.”

Yan Nanjue gave a flat “Mm” and sat at the vanity, letting the server put her hair up in a simple bun.

The corridor was empty; she seemed to be the first one out. Just then, the door to the opposite dressing room moved.

Yan Nanjue ran into Bai Wan, who had finished changing. Her gaze froze slightly.

Bai Wan had changed into a dark blue Republican-era student outfit. Her swan-like neck was tucked into the frog fasteners. The silk fabric was plain, without patterns—simple and elegant—yet it highlighted her beauty to the maximum. She rarely wore her hair down, but now her raven-black hair flowed loosely behind her, held by a subtle headband. Her amber eyes seemed to hold a pool of warm, gentle light.

She looked like a misty landscape of Jiangnan, suddenly pulling one into a world of drizzling rain. Most striking were those amber eyes. She was like a fragile white flower; no one could imagine the storms this flower had weathered or how powerful its vitality truly was.

Yan Nanjue thought: This outfit is perfect for Bai Wan.

As Yan Nanjue looked at her, Bai Wan was also looking at the woman before her.

The Alpha, who usually only wore work suits or black-and-white private clothes, had finally put on different colors. She wore a cream-white sleeveless qipao with a matching waist-length fringe shawl. The cut perfectly accentuated her extremely slender waist. Light colors suited her; her long hands were encased in pure white satin gloves, making her look radiant and sophisticated.

At a glance, she looked like a pampered, noble socialite—elegant and high-born.

Yan Nanjue’s red lips were slightly pursed, and her peach-blossom eyes naturally carried a hint of flowing emotion. Her skin was jade-white, like the pearls hanging from her neck, glowing with a soft, milky aura.

Lush and gorgeous.

Beautiful yet poisonous, like a poppy representing death.

Bai Wan was minimalist; she was maximalist. A study in opposites.

“Wow—I didn’t know our President Yan looked this beautiful in a qipao!”

Ji Ziyi’s voice rang out. She had come out early as well. One look at Yan Nanjue and she couldn’t help but praise her aloud. Bai Wan looked away.

The System was satisfied with Ji Ziyi’s reaction. 【I wasn’t wrong, was I? You definitely look good in this.】

Yan Nanjue had no rebuttal; it truly looked good.

Ji Ziyi, dressed in a Western-style gown with curled hair like a socialite returning from abroad, spun around like a butterfly. “Do I look good?”

Yan Nanjue nodded. “Yes.”

Chen Wanjun emerged late, wearing a Late Qing-style horse-face skirt. Her hair was half-up—luxurious yet cold, like a fragrant breeze of decadence, yet her aura was that of a lotus blooming in the snow. The two temperaments merged strangely, making her look like a person truly from another era.

Others filed out as well. Yan Nanjue saw many impressive looks, but of everyone there… she still liked Bai Wan’s the best.

In her peripheral vision, Bai Wan stood by a stream, looking down at the koi. The wind was a bit strong, blowing her silk top and outlining her very thin frame. She looked like a piece of duckweed tossing in the wind—tragic and mournful, as if she might turn into a butterfly and fly away at any moment.

Yan Nanjue retracted her gaze before she was noticed.

“President Yan, Young Master Ji, shall we take photos?” someone called out happily.

Ji Ziyi led Chen Wanjun away without a word. “We’ll go first. Remember to bring Bai Wan along.”

Yan Nanjue walked out of the pavilion. Bai Wan, who was sitting by the pond, looked up at her, stood, and said coldly, “I heard. No need to remind me.”

“Does the heroine like fish?” Yan Nanjue asked in her mind.

【System: No. She thinks these fish are stupid, just like you—the arrogant, narcissistic Alpha-supremacist crazy woman.】

Yan Nanjue felt she shouldn’t have asked the System.

Almost everyone had a great time taking photos. Ji Ziyi was overwhelmed choosing between the pictures. A slender finger reached out and tapped one of them.

“This one is good,” Owner Cheng’s gentle voice said in her ear.

Ji Ziyi’s eyes brightened. She knew why the woman chose it, but asked playfully, “Why?”

“You have a great smile.”

Ji Ziyi’s eyes crinkled at the compliment, but Owner Cheng added, “I notice that in these photos, there aren’t any of your friend and her wife together?”

Ji Ziyi heard the underlying question. Before she could respond, the woman before her tapped her chin, a brilliant smile in her fox-like eyes. “Miss Yan looks very rigid. Why don’t you invite them to take a photo together? They are a married couple, after all—such an intimate relationship.”

Ji Ziyi, dazzled by the smile, agreed immediately.

“…A photo together?”

Hearing Ji Ziyi’s suggestion, Yan Nanjue frowned slightly. Ji Ziyi nodded sincerely. “Just one. Do it as a favor for me.”

Yan Nanjue hesitated. Ji Ziyi clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. “That island you wanted? I’ll sell it to you.”

Yan Nanjue was startled. The small island was Ji Ziyi’s private property; the original host had wanted it for commercial development, but Ji Ziyi liked it and had refused to budge. To think she would part with it for Owner Cheng.

【System: That’s just Ji Ziyi’s personality. When she likes someone, she’s willing to pay any price.】

“Fine.”

This deal had no downsides for Yan Nanjue; she agreed without hesitation.

A moment later, the two appeared in the same frame. Bai Wan was seated, while Yan Nanjue stood slightly to the side of the chair.

The photographer directed them: “Get a bit closer. The one sitting, tilt your head slightly. The one standing, place your hand on her shoulder. Don’t be so stiff; relax and give us a tiny smile.”

Yan Nanjue curled her lips slightly. She looked down at the top of Bai Wan’s head. She nervously reached out and, through her glove, placed her palm on Bai Wan’s shoulder. It was a light, ghost-like touch.

The person before her stiffened instantly. Yan Nanjue saw her hand clenching her skirt, suppressing her disgust. From her standing position, Yan Nanjue could only see Bai Wan’s long, curved lashes.

The atmosphere between them was freezing. Bai Wan didn’t look like a new wife; she looked like a decent woman who had been kidnapped, projecting resistance from her soul to her body.

The photographer struggled to direct them. “Miss sitting down, look at the camera. Don’t move your body. Good—”

Click.

As soon as the photo was taken, Bai Wan stood up and walked away quickly, as if fleeing a plague. Yan Nanjue looked at the final shot; it was very well done.

Before dinner, the photo of the two was passed around. The last person to see it said with a complex expression, “Is this the unedited shot?”

“Mm-hm,” Ji Ziyi said. “I have all the originals.”

Someone shook their head and sighed. “To have two people look this well-matched… it’s terrifying. I knew President Yan’s wife was beautiful, but I didn’t expect President Yan to look this good when she actually smiles a little.”

“Well, they are a couple, after all.”

“It’s just that President Yan’s personality is so icy that we always overlooked the fact that she has a very beautiful face. Well, okay, it’s actually just because she has a terrible temper.”

“Speaking of tempers, don’t you think the wife’s temper is also quite bad…”

“You know their relationship. They don’t like each other. How can you have a good expression for someone you don’t like? President Yan only married her because—”

“Cough! Cough! Cough!!” Someone coughed violently, interrupting the conversation.

“What are you coughing for? Young Master Ji, why are you pushing me?”

The person coughing pointed frantically with their eyes. The speaker followed the gaze and saw a cold-faced Bai Wan stepping over the threshold. They immediately went silent.

After Bai Wan passed, Ji Ziyi poked the speaker’s forehead. “Itching for trouble, are we? Forgotten what can and cannot be said? Say it in private if you must, but bringing it out in the open?”

“Luckily I’m the one here. If it were A-Yan, you’d be shipped abroad.”

The speaker shuddered, suddenly realizing they had almost mentioned that name—the one regarded as a taboo. It was a secret everyone knew but no one dared to speak.

Ji Ziyi warned: “Guard your tongue. A-Yan won’t care about your high school friendship.”

Yan Nanjue didn’t hear a word of that conversation.

By the time she returned to the room, food was being served. She looked at the menu and her eyes lit up. The first bite confirmed her expectations. So delicious!

【System: Your eyes are glowing. Tone it down.】

Yan Nanjue looked down to hide her excitement. The meal left her utterly satisfied. On the way back, she was walking on air.

At home, she saw that Ji Ziyi had posted some of the day’s photos on social media. Most were solo shots where Ji Ziyi laughed freely in her gown. Yan Nanjue gave a “Like” and went to bed.

At the same time, Chen Wanjun saw the post. She clicked through the photos, and her finger accidentally swiped to the next one.

In this photo, Ji Ziyi was pressing down her lace hat, looking coolly at the camera. But what made Chen Wanjun stop were the two people in the corner.

It was Yan Nanjue and Bai Wan. They had been captured by Ji Ziyi’s lens while taking their own photo. In this frozen moment, Yan Nanjue’s hand was on Bai Wan’s shoulder; they were very close, in an intimate posture.

Even with the blurred background, one could clearly see Yan Nanjue’s gaze fixed on Bai Wan.

Chen Wanjun opened a chat box.

[Chen Wanjun: Change the eighth photo you posted. Swap it for another.]

[Ji Ziyi: Why? It looks pretty cool.]

Chen Wanjun didn’t explain, making up an excuse about it being out of focus. She exited the chat and saw a new comment on the post.

[Luo Shuqing: Did Sister Nanjue go with Sister Bai Wan? I think I see them.]

[Luo Shuqing: They really are… a perfect match.]