A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 3

Bai Wan’s peaceful expression turned cold in an instant.

Through the screen, Yan Nanjue observed the “devoted second lead” from the original plot.

In all fairness, Ming Yue’s outward appearance was excellent—handsome features and a reserved temperament. Her pheromones matched her look perfectly: a gentle, subtle magnolia. Like the heroine, her pheromones were floral-based.

Unfortunately, this book was “No CP” (no main pairing); the heroine loved no one.

Bai Wan didn’t even lift her head. “I’m not. You have the wrong person.”

“I was also in that private box last week.” Ming Yue looked apologetic. “No offense intended, I just wanted to confirm.”

Bai Wan set her folder down. After two or three seconds of silence, her voice echoed in the meeting room again.

“I said,” Bai Wan raised her eyes, her chilling gaze meeting Ming Yue’s directly, “you have the wrong person.”

Her attitude carried an inviolable sense of boundaries, like a hedgehog. It seemed to be Ming Yue’s first time dealing with such a “thorny” person; her face showed clear traces of being at a loss.

“If President Ming has no other comments, I will deliver the design drafts within the deadline. Excuse me.” With that, Bai Wan pushed the door open and left.

Watching via surveillance, Yan Nanjue broke into a nervous sweat. Is it over just like that…?

Left alone in the meeting room, Ming Yue was somewhat dazed. She murmured to herself, “Surname Bai, Mrs. Yan… What was the name of the Yan family’s wife again…?”

Assistant Lin pushed the door open at that exact moment.

Ming Yue took the opportunity to ask: “Assistant Lin, that Omega designer just now was…”

Assistant Lin realized immediately—there was only one Omega among them. “Are you referring to Bai Wan? She’s a new designer in the Design Department, currently just an intern. She is assisting on this project. Her profile and other documents should have been sent to your email.”

Ming Yue’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. An intern? Not Mrs. Yan? She wasn’t sure if she had truly mistaken her for someone else, but it was hard to find another face with that much distinct beauty.

But who would put their own wife in such a low-level position? President Yan was perhaps being too…

Ming Yue couldn’t help but ask: “Which ‘Wan’ is it?”

In front of the monitor, Yan Nanjue’s heart finally settled back into her chest.

This was a signal—the second lead was interested in the heroine!

This exact line appeared in the original book. Different scene, same words.

It was a close call, but she had managed to get them to meet. Next, she had to have Assistant Lin keep a close eye to see if anyone was investigating Bai Wan over the next few days—after all, that’s exactly what Ming Yue did in the original plot.

Yan Nanjue took one last look at the empty room and turned off the monitor.

The next few days were peaceful. On Friday evening, while in the car after work, Yan Nanjue received a call from the original body’s grandmother. Grandma Yan told her that a younger cousin would be having an 18th birthday banquet at the ancestral home this weekend and insisted she attend.

Among the younger generation, the grandmother favored this cousin the most, which was why she personally called the next head of the family, Yan Nanjue.

“Okay, I understand, Grandma.”

Grandma Yan’s smiling voice came through the receiver: “Bring Xiao Wan with you. I’ll be waiting for you both.”

After hanging up, Yan Nanjue tapped her fingers rhythmically against the phone screen.

The System caught her conflicted look. 【What are you thinking about?】

Yan Nanjue’s expression was troubled. “I’m a little afraid of the heroine…” After the heroine blackens, her desire for revenge is so strong, and Yan Nanjue’s fate in the book was so miserable—of course she was afraid!

After a moment of hesitation, she lit up her phone and sent a message to Bai Wan.

In the office, Bai Wan took off her badge and was preparing to pack up when the phone lying face-down vibrated slightly.

[Y: Come to the garage.]

A commanding tone.

Bai Wan’s attitude was one of near-total indifference. She avoided the crowd going downstairs and waited until the elevator was empty before pressing the button for the B3 level.

In an inconspicuous corner of the garage sat a low-profile black car. The driver waited by the side and carefully opened the door for her.

The Alpha sitting inside had her eyes closed in meditation. Her long, thick lashes almost brushed her lower lids, and her slightly curled long hair was draped casually over her shoulders, with a few strands veiling half of her snow-white face. In the shadows of her silk-like hair, a silver spark flashed—a single stud earring.

Even with her eyes closed, her expression radiated a bone-chilling coldness. That arrogance seemed carved into her marrow, as if it could only be broken by shattering her very bones and blood.

Bai Wan had been in the car for quite a while before Yan Nanjue unhurriedly opened her eyes.

“Grandma called me. You’re coming back to the ancestral home with me this weekend to attend a birthday banquet.”

Bai Wan said coldly, “I have to work overtime this weekend. I don’t have time.”

Yan Nanjue let out a soft laugh. “I’m not negotiating with you; I’m notifying you. Do you really think you have the right to choose? You can’t handle the MY project alone, can you? If you can’t do it, give the opportunity to someone else. The Yan Corporation has plenty of good designers.”

Don’t give it up! Please don’t give it up! Yan Nanjue was calculating in her head. The heroine hated the original body’s attitude of knowing nothing yet easily dismissing her; hearing this, the heroine would definitely stick to the project out of spite.

Sure enough, Bai Wan’s voice came back taut with tension.

“You don’t need to meddle in my business, and you don’t need to care whether I succeed. Besides, how can you be so certain I’ll fail?”

Provocation successful!

Yan Nanjue folded her hands over her lap and said coldly, “I can’t be bothered with your work. You must go this weekend. Since you occupy the position of ‘Mrs. Yan,’ do what you’re supposed to do.”

Silence fell over the car. Bai Wan couldn’t help but let out a mocking sneer, as if she found the title “Mrs. Yan” hilarious.

Yan Nanjue bowed her head mentally. They both knew exactly how this “Mrs. Yan” title was obtained, and they both tacitly avoided mentioning it.

The company was only a ten-minute drive from the Yan residence. Staying in the enclosed space, Yan Nanjue sniffed the faint, cold woody scent on her clothes and suddenly remembered: “Don’t they say all Omegas have pheromones? What kind of flower is the heroine’s? Orange blossom? Lemon blossom?”

She had only smelled a faint citrus scent on the ends of the heroine’s hair.

【System: No, the heroine’s pheromone setting is Jasmine.】

So that was just the smell of shampoo, Yan Nanjue thought. Since she transmigrated, she hadn’t smelled even a hint of jasmine on the heroine.

【System: Pheromones only erupt intensely when emotions reach a certain peak. Usually, they are kept tucked away in the glands. You are the heroine’s enemy; there is only one reason you would smell them: her hatred for you has reached its maximum level. By that point, you’re basically finished.】

Yan Nanjue: “…” What cold-hearted phrasing.

【System: Aside from that, there’s a chance of leakage when losing emotional control. High-level Alphas or Omegas generally keep a strict grip on their pheromones so others can’t detect them.】

Back at the residence, Bai Wan changed her clothes and went into the kitchen.

Yan Nanjue pretended to stay in the living room reviewing documents, her finger tapping the metal casing of her laptop in silent anxiety. I really want to tell her not to cook. I’m actually scared to eat it…

Whenever she thought about how the heroine would eventually chop her into pieces, she found the food tasteless and hard to swallow, terrified that the heroine had poisoned it.

On the first night, when she saw Bai Wan enter the kitchen, she almost stopped her, only to be hit with an OOC Warning. She had to eat the meal with tears in her heart, silently cursing the original body. It’s not like you couldn’t afford a cook! Why make the heroine do dinner?!

As her thoughts drifted, Bai Wan passed behind her. Her eyes flicked toward the screen, and her movements paused slightly.

The document on the screen was the exact same one she had seen before going into the kitchen.

Yan Nanjue… is spacing out?

Even if she was, it had nothing to do with her. Bai Wan indifferently retracted her gaze, set the food out, tossed aside her apron, and went straight to the second floor to work.

Left alone, Yan Nanjue sighed in relief, closed the fake document, and went to the table.

In all honesty, the heroine’s cooking was excellent. Yan Nanjue couldn’t resist taking a photo before quickly hiding her phone like a thief.

【System: You talk about being scared, but you didn’t leave a single scrap.】

“Wasting food is bad. I’m doing this for the ‘Clean Plate’ initiative,” Yan Nanjue said righteously.

After finishing dinner and even a dessert from the fridge, she quietly sneaked the dishes into the dishwasher to destroy the evidence. She had a sweet tooth; the original body was the opposite, preferring bland flavors.

Sunday.

“The gifts and tribute for the Old Madam have been sent ahead. The gift is a ‘Longevity Landscape’ painting, and the tribute is the pair of antique porcelains you won at the last auction,” Assistant Lin Furuo reported from inside the black car at the villa entrance.

Yan Nanjue nodded coldly, looking every bit the domineering CEO. “How has Bai Wan’s situation at the company been?”

“The Madam takes the MY project very seriously and has been working overtime on the design drafts. The first version passed,” Lin Furuo replied. “However, prominence invites envy. Some rumors are getting worse. Do you want me to…”

Yan Nanjue countered: “What did I say before?”

The Alpha’s pressure silently filled the car. Lin Furuo, a Beta, remained unfazed. “I thought you might be a bit more soft-hearted toward the Madam.”

The car slowed to a stop.

“Soft-hearted?” Yan Nanjue sneered, as if she’d heard a joke. The sharp smile lasted only two seconds before she went expressionless. “She chose the project herself; no one forced her. Between completing the project and being obedient, she should at least learn one of them.”

“Besides, do you think a person like her deserves my soft-heartedness?”

Yan Nanjue raised her eyes, meeting Lin Furuo’s gaze in the rearview mirror, her features written with cold indifference.

“That’s a question for you and the Madam.” Lin Furuo paused, then reminded her: “President Yan, the Madam is currently outside the car waiting for you to unlock the door.”

Yan Nanjue froze. She instinctively turned her head and, through the window, met Bai Wan’s gaze—indifferent as still water.

Yan Nanjue: “…”

Holy crap, did the heroine hear that?! Assistant Lin, why did you set me up like this??!!