A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 32

An inexplicable chill rose from Yan Nanjue’s back, as if a handful of loose snow had suddenly melted against her spine, making her shudder violently.

The night breeze drifted in through the ajar window, sending stray strands of hair flickering against her cheek.

It was such a strange sensation.

She couldn’t quite put it into words, but her instincts told her this scene was bizarre—and within that bizarreness, there was a faint, almost imperceptible sense of danger.

Why did the female lead suddenly call her name? And why in such a slow, deliberate, syllable-by-syllable manner?

Bai Wan approached her. Her footsteps were silent and weightless, like a wandering ghost.

As she drew closer, Yan Nanjue could almost see her own reflection in those amber eyes—a tiny, solitary figure. She instinctively held her breath, forcing herself not to retreat as she furrowed her brows.

“What do you want?”

“It really is you…” Bai Wan’s murmur was exceptionally low; Yan Nanjue couldn’t hear it clearly.

“What did you say?” Yan Nanjue frowned and spoke coldly, “I’m asking you what you were doing just now.”

Bai Wan took two steps back and casually switched on the floor lamp beside the sofa. The warm yellow light instantly dispelled the darkness, illuminating the space between them. The warm glow kissed her jawline; her pale skin and light-colored lips made her look even less like a living person.

Her fingertips brushed carelessly over the back of the sofa. “Looking at the night view.”

With the light on, Yan Nanjue’s sense of unease eased slightly, but it still lingered in her mind.

“Looking at the night view?”

“I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep,” Bai Wan said, “so I came out to take a look.”

She countered with a question: “And what are you doing?”

The doubt in Yan Nanjue’s heart deepened. Maintaining her persona, she said, “You have no right to question my business.”

Bai Wan lowered her eyes, her expression returning to normal. It was calm and indifferent; even the loathing in her brow seemed to have intensified.

Yan Nanjue gave her a cold glance but didn’t see anything wrong with her. Bai Wan appeared just as usual.

“Suit yourself.”

Leaving those words behind, she turned and returned to her room.

In the living room, Bai Wan reached out. Her fingertips grazed the shade of the floor lamp, making the fringed edges rustle with a faint sound.

She pressed the switch, and the light vanished instantly.

In the darkness, she silently circled the apartment once. Her fingertips rested on the back of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin.

“There is a gland…” she murmured.

“The face is intact as well.”

“What a… miraculous world.”

The moment Yan Nanjue entered her room, she dove onto the bed and wrapped herself in the thick duvet.

She thought suspiciously: Why was the female lead standing by the window looking at the night view instead of sleeping? She scared me when I walked past. It’s 3:30 in the morning!

She complained for a bit, then noticed the System hadn’t replied. “System?”

【Wait a moment.】

The System said, 【I am communicating with colleagues from the Maintenance Department.】

It was the first time Yan Nanjue had heard the term “Maintenance Department” from it. Curious, she waited patiently. After about half an hour, the System returned.

“Your system has a Maintenance Department too?”

【Of course.】

The System replied, 【Systems are also divided into departments. I am System 1129 of the Transmigration Department. As the name suggests, our department is responsible for supervising and managing all matters related to transmigrating into books.】

Yan Nanjue asked curiously, “Is the Main System you mentioned before the head of the Transmigration Department, or the head of all departments?”

【The Main System manages all departments. We generally refer to the systems that head the departments as ‘Superiors’.】

“So, when you said you were communicating with the Maintenance Department, did something happen?”

The System said: 【I told you before that my operating program had a malfunction. They contacted me this time because of that. It wasn’t a malfunction; it was a virus. The problem isn’t big, but it caused fluctuations in my program.】

Yan Nanjue grew nervous. “Then are you okay? What about my mission? Will it be affected?”

【I’m fine, and it shouldn’t be. They are still tracing the source. The Main System will directly destroy any large-scale virus attacks. You don’t need to worry.】

The System’s tone held a touch of confidence. Yan Nanjue gave a thoughtful “Oh.” It seemed the problem wasn’t serious. After waiting for a while, she forgot what she had wanted to say to the System. Seeing that it was late, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, she was surprised to find her headache gone and her voice restored. Her whole body felt refreshed. She got up happily to wash up. After finishing, she walked downstairs into the dining room—and froze.

Bai Wan was actually still at the apartment. She hadn’t left early; instead, she was sitting at the table eating the breakfast prepared by the cook. She lifted her eyelids to glance over, then looked away, eating with total indifference.

Seeing her normal attitude, Yan Nanjue suppressed her momentary surprise and sat down at the table.

The cook finished tidying the kitchen and came out carrying a trash bag.

“Miss Yan, I heard you had a cold and couldn’t eat cold things lately. I didn’t make the fermented rice ice bean curd you wanted; I swapped it for chestnut cream cake instead.”

Yan Nanjue’s breath hitched. She didn’t have time to stop her.

Why did the cook say that! I just told the System at the villa that being at the apartment was better!

The cook left, and Yan Nanjue was too guilty to look up, her hand tightening around her spoon. The original host never ate high-calorie food, nor did she ever specifically ask for desserts.

Will Bai Wan figure it out?!

Yan Nanjue looked up cautiously, only to lock eyes with Bai Wan. Her body stiffened instantly. Forcing herself to stay in character, she used her quick wit: “Yan Zhi is coming to stay for a few days. She specifically asked for those. Have the cook make them again when she arrives.”

Bai Wan’s expression didn’t change. “Understood.”

Yan Nanjue stole a glance at her face and saw nothing unusual. It seemed she hadn’t noticed. Just as she let her guard down, Bai Wan said: “Then I’ll throw the chestnut cake away.”

No!!! You can’t waste food!

Yan Nanjue almost jumped out of her seat. “…No need. Let the cook take it home.”

Bai Wan paused, gave her a brief glance, but said nothing.

After breakfast, the two left one after the other, riding the same elevator down. Yan Nanjue felt awkward; she had almost never departed for the company at the same time as Bai Wan while staying at the apartment.

This was likely the first time.

However, her destination was the underground garage, while Bai Wan was headed for the subway station.

Ding.

As they parted ways at the elevator, Yan Nanjue watched her walk out. A loose sleeve was caught by the wind, and a faint perfume scent followed the breeze back into the narrow elevator car, lingering at Yan Nanjue’s nose.

It seemed to be the scent of roses.

Bai Wan had seemingly changed to a new perfume, Yan Nanjue thought—a scent she had never smelled before.

On the way, she messaged Yan Zhi, ordering her to stay for a few days. Although Yan Zhi was confused, she agreed and arrived with a small suitcase. The cook made some desserts to welcome her, and she was happy to try them while playing games in the dining room.

When Yan Nanjue saw this after work, she felt a craving. She planned to talk to the cook when Bai Wan wasn’t around to make sure she didn’t bring this up again.

The System reminded her: 【Don’t look, don’t smell. The female lead is about to get off work too; you won’t be able to explain.】

Yan Nanjue sadly suppressed her craving.

After staying for a full week, Yan Zhi couldn’t stand the cold and eerie atmosphere between the two and quickly packed up to leave.

When Yan Nanjue received her exit text, she was listening to Assistant Lin’s report.

“University Y’s 80th anniversary celebration?”

Lin Furuo nodded. “Yes. University Y is the Madam’s alma mater. The celebration is this month. As far as I know, the school sent an invitation to the Madam as an outstanding graduate.”

She explained, “Since you previously donated teaching funds to University Y, the school sent you an invitation as well, hoping you would attend.”

Yan Nanjue looked at the gold-stamped invitation and suddenly thought of something. “Do outstanding graduates have to give a speech on stage?”

“Yes.”

Yan Nanjue thought it over and decided to go. She wasn’t comfortable letting the female lead attend an event alone. Even though Luo Shuqing had burned her hand and couldn’t attend, Assistant Lin said she was grounded anyway due to her carelessness.

Lin Furuo said, “Alright, I’ll reply to the school now.” She was about to turn and leave when she remembered something. “Should I tell the Madam? Will you go with her or attend separately as an invited party?”

“I’ll go by myself. Don’t worry about her.”

Bai Wan wouldn’t want to attend such a place with her, let alone reveal their marriage to outsiders. They were essentially in a “secret marriage”—no wedding, no rings, just a certificate and a contract. People in their circle knew Bai Wan was her wife, but most had only heard her name; many didn’t even know her surname.

On the day of the University Y celebration.

Yan Nanjue arrived at the auditorium early. She sat in the car for a while, replying to messages. Chen Wanjun was also a graduate and had been invited. The only ones missing were the injured Luo Shuqing and the “White Moonlight” abroad.

【Chen Wanjun: You here?】

【Yan Nanjue: At the entrance.】

【Yan Nanjue: Is Ji Ziyi here with you?】

【Chen Wanjun: She’s dating Owner Cheng. Heard they confessed last weekend. She’s too busy to talk to me.】

【Chen Wanjun: Want to bet? I say three months. It’s only week one.】

Yan Nanjue laughed internally. Ji Ziyi’s fickleness was legendary; she never stayed with anyone for more than three months—exactly one season. If she couldn’t win someone over by then, she would give up.

However… Yan Nanjue recalled that there was seemingly no one she couldn’t get. Despite being a player, Ji Ziyi had the looks and the background; when she liked someone, she treated them like royalty.

【Yan Nanjue: One month.】

【Chen Wanjun: So certain?】

Yan Nanjue felt a bit smug; she was destined to win this bet. She had recently combed through the original book and found that “Owner Cheng” had a brief mention. It was explicitly stated that their relationship lasted only one month.

Yan Nanjue put down her phone and looked out through the tinted window. On the nearby tree-lined path, students were moving in throngs. She lowered the window halfway, and warm sunlight spilled in. A pale pink petal drifted through the gap and landed on her dark silk suit trousers.

She looked down and picked up the thin cherry blossom petal. A faint fragrance wafted from it. Perhaps because she was an Alpha, her sensitivity to scents had increased significantly since transmigrating. She could easily catch scents—and pheromones—she otherwise wouldn’t have noticed.

Yan Nanjue lowered the window completely. The petal was carried away by the wind and fell to the ground. She got out of the car, sent Assistant Lin to meet the school officials, and planned to walk around while waiting for Chen Wanjun.

The paths outside the auditorium were lined with cherry trees. It was the peak of the late cherry blossom season. The roads were covered in pink and white petals, and the branches were heavy with them. When the wind blew, they fell in clusters.

Yan Nanjue happened to be standing under a tree when a few small petals landed on her shoulder. She waited for a bit and saw Chen Wanjun’s car approaching from a distance.

Chen Wanjun gave her a faint, cool smile. “A-Yan, waited long?”

The two were dressed in similar styles, but the effects were entirely different. Chen Wanjun was elegant and cold; her base color was a clear, clean white, carrying a slight chill like early snow.

In contrast, the colors on Yan Nanjue were vivid. Every glance held a faint, lingering emotion. She was as gorgeous and lush as a sunset cloud, exceptionally eye-catching.

She replied, “Only a few minutes.”

The two walked side by side toward the auditorium. Petals drifted down around them like a rain of pale pink cherry blossoms.

Chen Wanjun noticed something and tilted her head slightly. “Someone is secretly taking photos.”

Yan Nanjue stopped and looked where she pointed. Seeing a few female students scrambling in panic after being discovered, she didn’t care much. “Let them take them.”

Chen Wanjun didn’t mind being photographed either. “I heard Bai Wan will be giving a speech on stage later?”

“Yes.”

Chen Wanjun glanced at her. “You rarely used to attend such meaningless events.”

Yan Nanjue understood the hidden meaning but could only pretend not to. “Will you be on stage too?”

Chen Wanjun rubbed her temples. “Yes. The Principal invited me personally; I couldn’t refuse.”

While talking, they reached the entrance. Assistant Lin and several teachers were waiting. One happened to be Chen Wanjun’s teacher and called out to her.

Chen Wanjun introduced, “Teacher, this is President Yan of the Yan Group.”

The teachers greeted her warmly and respectfully invited them inside. Their seats were in the front row, with Chen Wanjun arranged behind her. Their entrance caused quite a stir among the students.

Chen Wanjun had been a legend at school; everyone knew there was a brilliant but sickly Alpha senior in her major. In contrast, there was very little video data of Yan Nanjue, so few people recognized her.

However, her face was enough to make people stare. She was as beautiful as a piece of lost, expensive jewelry from the last century, shining brilliantly inside a black velvet box.

Yan Nanjue was somewhat dull regarding the gazes of others. She glanced around her and didn’t see Bai Wan. She felt it was strange; Bai Wan had left earlier than her, so why wasn’t she here?

【She should be backstage.】 The System said, 【You’ll see her when she goes on stage. Generally, students who are speaking are kept backstage.】

Yan Nanjue relaxed. The lights dimmed, and the venue gradually fell silent.

She waited for a long time before she saw a familiar figure walk onto the stage. As if sensing something, Bai Wan’s gaze accurately pinpointed her among the countless eyes. Across the distance between the stage and the audience, their eyes met.

Bai Wan saw someone she hadn’t expected.

Yan Nanjue was elegant, her back straight, her eyes slightly glowing in the dark. She raised her hands and clapped lightly with the crowd—not much, just two or three times. Her movements were casual, as if she didn’t know the person on stage at all, performing the action only as a formality.

Bai Wan’s hand tightened on her speech. A crease appeared on the snow-white paper—faint, but permanent. Her long lashes flickered, hiding all emotion in a blink.

The next moment, her clear, cold voice was broadcast throughout the auditorium through the microphone, gaining a magnetic quality. Yan Nanjue watched her without blinking, Bai Wan’s figure reflected perfectly in her dark eyes.

Chen Wanjun glanced at her, her gaze narrowing slightly. She leaned forward and tapped the back of the chair. “I’m heading over first.”

Yan Nanjue, focused on the stage, nodded to signal she understood.

When the speech ended, Bai Wan collected her notes and looked over the sea of people. Her gaze met Yan Nanjue’s once more. A few more creases appeared on her speech.

After stepping down, she returned to her assigned seat—which happened to be diagonally behind Yan Nanjue. In the dim light, Bai Wan looked up and stared at Yan Nanjue’s profile for a while.

She tightened her grip on her hand, the same question surfacing in her heart for the countless time.

…Why? Why would someone like her tell such a ridiculous lie?

There were too many questions Bai Wan couldn’t answer, just as she couldn’t explain why she hadn’t refused the butler’s request to bring medicine.

She closed her eyes. The sound of voices echoed in her ears, and the students behind her were whispering about some forum and photos. Things she couldn’t understand, she would simply cast aside; this was Bai Wan’s usual method. She wouldn’t let one thing occupy her mind and distract her.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the auditorium brightened. Bai Wan stood up and exited with the crowd. She walked to an area where students were gathered for activities. Two students approached her shyly, their eyes shining.

“Senior, are you Senior Su? I’m a freshman in the same major. I’ve heard many rumors about you and I’m a fan. Could you…”

“Sorry, I’m not.” Bai Wan interrupted her excited words.

The student’s joyful expression froze as she apologized in a panic. “I’m so sorry, you look so much like the graduation photo…”

Bai Wan raised her hand to stop the apology. “It’s fine.”

After she left, the two students huddled together.

“She looks so much like Senior Su. Is she really not?”

“Then which senior is she? Such a beautiful Omega—why isn’t she in the entertainment industry? There should be discussions on the forum; I’ll go search.”

“…”

“I can’t find anything.”

“Wait, holy crap, I remember now! She’s Senior Bai—the famous ‘Cold Beauty’ Bai Wan, the legend who never smiles!”

“Do these two seniors really look that much alike?”

“Beautiful people all look similar, I guess. But they really do look alike. Senior Bai doesn’t like socializing and isn’t nearly as famous as Senior Su. Her major is the niche Jewelry Design. I only heard about her through my advisor…”

Meanwhile, Yan Nanjue was held back by the school officials. The Principal warmly invited them to tour the campus, suggesting they stop by the office for tea afterward.

Students had organized many activities all over the campus. University Y was not strict; on the contrary, it supported all student entertainment and organizations.

Chen Wanjun agreed with a faint smile, but Yan Nanjue received a text.

【Chen Wanjun: The old man wants to trick you into donating a building again.】

Yan Nanjue wanted to laugh. She mused to the System: “This is one of the few moments since transmigrating that I actually feel like my persona is a cold, overbearing CEO.”

System: 【Because you have money to squander?】

Yan Nanjue nodded vigorously.

System: 【How ambitious of you.】

Yan Nanjue listened absentmindedly, glancing toward the exit several times. “What do you think the female lead went out to do?”

【Didn’t you already have Assistant Lin keep an eye on her? Don’t be so nervous.】

Yan Nanjue said seriously, “You don’t understand. My eyelid just twitched. I feel like it’s an omen.”

The System ruthlessly debunked her omen: 【It’s a blepharospasm. Don’t be superstitious.】

Yan Nanjue: “…”

She and the System really weren’t on the same page!

Fortunately, the Principal noticed her distraction and smilingly asked the Department Head to lead them on a tour. Chen Wanjun, having nothing else to do, agreed. Yan Nanjue, wanting to leave the auditorium anyway, also nodded.

The group headed out. University Y covered a vast area; it couldn’t be toured on foot alone. The Department Head only took them to activity areas near the auditorium.

Walking near a display stand, the Head introduced, “This is a music festival organized by our students. It’s been running for years and is very successful every time.” Some students recognized him and greeted him; he smiled and nodded to each one.

A commotion broke out not far away. Yan Nanjue heard students passing behind her chatting. “What’s going on up there?”

“My friend said a girl fainted. Anemia or low blood sugar, I think. She’s in poor health.”

“Which department is she from?”

“Apparently not from our school. She must be an outsider. She’s very pretty, and an Omega too.”

Yan Nanjue’s heart tightened. Remembering her eyelid twitching, she wondered if it was Bai Wan. Ignoring Chen Wanjun’s confusion, she hurried toward the crowd. Only when she saw the face of the fainted girl did her anxious steps stop.

…It wasn’t Bai Wan.

Yan Nanjue’s tense nerves relaxed.

Chen Wanjun arrived late. “A-Yan?”

“It’s nothing.” Yan Nanjue pursed her lips. Chen Wanjun frowned almost imperceptibly.

The Department Head, bringing up the rear, waved his hand to disperse the crowd to make way for medical staff. A stretcher carried the fainted girl away, and her friend followed the ambulance.

In the bustling crowd, Yan Nanjue sensed someone looking at her. The gaze was too obvious, completely undisguised.

She instinctively looked up.

Bai Wan stood on the other side of the crowd. Her cool gaze landed on Yan Nanjue from a distance, like a thin, fine layer of silk—weightless, yet flowing like water.

Yan Nanjue froze under the gaze, her fingertips twitching.

Has Bai Wan been in the crowd this whole time?

The Department Head returned after handling the emergency. Wiping sweat from his brow, he looked at the two women staring at each other and asked with a smile, “President Yan, do you and Bai Wan know each other?”

He looked toward Bai Wan. “Student Bai Wan?”

Bai Wan’s lips parted slightly, her words cold and indifferent.

“I don’t know her.”