A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 4

Yan Nanjue pinched her palm lightly.

It’s fine. With the car door closed, the heroine shouldn’t have heard her clearly… No, I’m still a little panicked!

The door was opened by a servant, and Bai Wan leaned in and sat down. Her expression was indifferent, showing no sign that she had heard anything. Perhaps because of the banquet, she wore a snow-white off-the-shoulder gown. Her seaweed-like long hair was partially pinned to one side, flowing down over the smooth silk fabric.

The extreme white of the dress made her ink-black hair and cinnabar-red lips stand out even more.

As she entered, the car fell into a heavy silence. In the passenger seat, Assistant Lin—knowing she had been too slow with her reminder—kept her eyes on her lap, not daring to speak.

The silence lasted the entire way. About an hour later, the black car slowly drove into the Yan Family Estate.

When the door opened again, Bai Wan was the first to get up. A cool breeze brushed her silky hair, and the ends of it swept across the back of Yan Nanjue’s hand. A faint itch radiated from that patch of skin.

The familiar scent of orange blossom drifted into Yan Nanjue’s nose, instantly filling her senses.

【System: Stop playing dead. The heroine is leaving. Stay in character.】

Yan Nanjue snapped out of it and called out lowly, “Bai Wan.”

The person called turned her head, her gaze icy and devoid of emotion.

“Do I need to find someone to re-teach you the rules of the ancestral home?” Yan Nanjue walked up to stand beside Bai Wan, her gaze sweeping down over her with a hint of irony. “Mrs. Yan, what are you supposed to do at a banquet?”

Bai Wan stiffly raised her hand.

The arm that linked with Yan Nanjue’s was rigid, radiating a visceral, physical disgust. Yan Nanjue ignored it. The banquet hadn’t started yet, and according to the original body’s habits, she had to first pay her respects to the current matriarch of the estate—her grandmother.

Grandma Yan was an Omega with limited mobility. She sat in a wheelchair, wrapped in a gold-woven brocade shawl with tassels.

Yan Nanjue stepped forward and called out softly, “Grandma.”

Grandma Yan’s expression was kind. “Nanjue and Xiao Wan are here?” She beckoned Yan Nanjue over, affectionately patting her hand, but her expression toward Bai Wan remained lukewarm.

She had always been dissatisfied with this “Little Mrs. Yan.” The families weren’t a match, and the girl’s personality was poor—withdrawn, cold, and arrogant. One look told her she was a heartless person.

After chatting for a while, Grandma Yan heard that an old friend had arrived and prepared to take Yan Nanjue with her to greet them.

Yan Nanjue sensed trouble and whispered, “Grandma, leaving Xiao Wan alone isn’t quite right.”

Grandma Yan looked up and smiled slightly. Despite the wrinkles, her features still showed traces of the beauty she once was. In her youth, she was a famous beauty in City A; Yan Nanjue’s appearance resembled hers, both possessing the same “sentimental eyes.”

“Nanjue, you rarely come home. Grandma just wants you to accompany me to see some old friends. Besides, it’s not the first time Xiao Wan has been here. Are you that inseparable? What could possibly happen to her in her own home?”

Yan Nanjue believed her.

An hour later, Yan Nanjue emerged from the study and scanned the main hall.

Wait, where is the heroine?

“Yan Zhi, where is Bai Wan?”

Hearing the call, Yan Zhi—the star of the birthday banquet—stopped talking to her friends. “I haven’t seen sister-in-law on the first floor. Cousin, do you want me to have someone look for her?”

“No need.”

Yan Nanjue knitted her brows, a strange sense of panic rising. “System, can you locate her?”

【System: I don’t have that function, Host. Unless the heroine deviates from the plotline, the monitoring system won’t issue a warning.】

Yan Nanjue stopped in her tracks. “Yan Zhi, did you see which door she used to go to the second floor?”

Getting her answer, Yan Nanjue turned and messaged her assistant while walking.

As Yan Zhi watched her go, someone beside her whispered hesitantly, “Xiao Zhi, I think I saw Miss Bai being led away earlier. I heard Deng Siyuan is here too. The person backing Deng Siyuan has always liked President Yan… Could she have taken her?”

Yan Zhi shook her head slightly, signaling her friend not to say things she shouldn’t.

Third-floor Dressing Room:

A waiter spoke apologetically, “I’m truly sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean it. Another guest bumped into me and I accidentally spilled the wine. I’m so sorry. What is your size? I’ll find a new gown for you to change into.”

“No need.”

Bai Wan glanced at her skirt. The wine had soaked the fabric from the waist down. She stared at the stain, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly as if remembering something. “You may leave.”

The waiter bowed and exited. “All the replacement gowns are here. If none fit your size, please let me know. I am deeply sorry.”

Bai Wan chose a gown of the same color but in a backless halter style that partially covered her glands. After changing, she sat at the vanity, putting her jewelry back on.

The sound of the fitting room door opening came from behind her; there were other guests in the dressing room area.

“Bai Wan?”

The woman who stepped out was wearing a pale champagne evening dress. Her tone was filled with contempt. If Yan Nanjue were here, she would recognize her as the woman in red from the club—Deng Siyuan.

Deng Siyuan crossed her arms and leaned against the door. “You again. You came with Sister Nanjue, didn’t you? Figures. If it weren’t for the marriage, how could a low-class commoner like you appear in a place like this?”

She sneered. “I advise you to look at your own status. Don’t try to climb where you don’t belong. Other than that face, is there anything about you worth showing off? You and Sister Nanjue are worlds apart—clouds and mud.”

Bai Wan didn’t look at her. She put on her other earring, then her necklace and bracelet.

Seeing her lack of reaction, Deng Siyuan felt provoked. She let out a cold laugh. “Why act so pure? Do you really think you can become high-society through marriage?”

“I’m telling you, Sister Nanjue will divorce you sooner or later! Letting someone like you be the mistress of the Yan family for a few years is already a massive blessing, and you still—”

“So noisy.”

Bai Wan’s cold voice cut her off. She lowered her slender hands and stared directly into the vanity mirror. The cool light softened her silhouette, making her look ethereal and hazy in the reflection.

Deng Siyuan froze. This was the first time she had heard Bai Wan talk back… Did this mute find her voice today? “Surname Bai, what did you just say?”

…So noisy.

Loud, grating, endless chattering.

—It makes me want to cut her tongue out.

Through the mirror, Deng Siyuan met Bai Wan’s gaze, which was as indifferent as if she were looking at a dead object. She went silent involuntarily. Bai Wan’s fingertips casually brushed her tassel earring—a light movement, as if using it to suppress something.

Deng Siyuan forced herself to look away, cursed the “gloomy monster” in her head, and then let out an arrogant laugh. “Talking to someone who crawled out of the slums is a blow to my own status anyway.”

The dressing room door opened and closed. The noisy creature was gone.

Bai Wan looked down, her eyes filled with intense loathing. She rested her fingers on her bracelet, lightly turning it. In the absence of others, she removed her cold mask, leaving only gloom, frost, and malice.

After some time, Bai Wan returned to the main hall. All her emotions vanished the moment she left the room; she became a cold shell once more.

Yan Nanjue, who had been searching the second floor for ages, was about to head to the third when she caught sight of a familiar figure at the stairs. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed her.

“Where did you go?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized they didn’t fit her persona. She coldly added, “Bai Wan, I told you that you are only allowed to move within my sight.”

Yan Nanjue moved closer, her dark pupils fully reflecting Bai Wan’s current appearance. Her voice, usually as pleasant as a violin, was now dark and laced with suppressed anger as she said, word by word:

“Who gave you permission to leave my sight without authorization?”

Bai Wan stared at her coldly, her eyes hiding a deep resentment. She hated her touch, her voice, and this interrogation. “A waiter soiled my dress. I went to the dressing room to change.”

Yan Nanjue paused, only then noticing the new gown. Dammit…

“Why didn’t you message me to report leaving the hall?” Yan Nanjue let go of the heroine’s arm. A red mark from the excessive force immediately appeared on the snow-white skin. Yan Nanjue’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked away guiltily.

“I didn’t notice.”

Yan Nanjue frowned. “Next time something unexpected happens, message Assistant Lin. I don’t want this happening again. Remember your status, Bai Wan.”

Bai Wan turned her head away. Yan Nanjue stared at her profile, thinking to herself that this face was truly a masterpiece. “What did I say?”

Bai Wan closed her eyes and raised her hand to take Yan Nanjue’s arm.

Yan Nanjue pretended not to see the disgust in her eyes. As they returned to the hall, the banquet had just reached its peak. After the cake was cut, Yan Nanjue signaled Bai Wan to let go. The latter didn’t hesitate for a second and went to the lounge area alone. Yan Nanjue stayed by Grandma Yan’s side.

As the banquet neared its end, a sudden commotion broke out near the dining area.

Grandma Yan stopped talking. “What happened? Nanjue, go check it out for me.”

Yan Nanjue nodded. As she approached, she heard people shouting words like “missing item” and “catch the thief.” She stood at the edge of the crowd, using her height to look into the center.

Deng Siyuan was there, looking frantic. “That ring is worth 300,000 yuan. It was my mother’s treasure from her youth; it’s deeply meaningful. I only wore it because I value it so much. I clearly put it in the jewelry box in the dressing room when I changed. How could it just vanish?”

The butler said politely, “Miss Deng, are you certain you last saw it in the dressing room?”

“Of course! I took it off when I changed, forgot it, and when I went back, it was gone! Someone must have stolen it! There’s a thief!”

The crowd began to whisper.

Yan Nanjue: System, I have a bad feeling about this…

The butler asked, “Do you remember what time you went to the dressing room?”

“Seven o’clock, before the banquet started. I was only in there for ten minutes.”

The butler called the dressing room maid over. The maid thought for a moment. “Between seven and eight, only two ladies went to the dressing room. One was Miss Deng, and the other…” She hesitated, trailing off.

Deng Siyuan pressed, “Who was it? Did you see someone take it and stay silent?!”

The maid looked helplessly at the butler and whispered, “…It was the Little Madam.”

In the Yan family, “Little Madam” could only refer to Bai Wan.

Deng Siyuan spun around, her gaze locking onto the indifferent Bai Wan. “Bai Wan, was it you?!”

The crowd erupted in hushed conversations. The people standing near Bai Wan backed away, isolating her instantly.

Unmuted whispers drifted through the air:

“I heard that although Mrs. Yan is a high-grade Omega, her family background is poor—she’s from the slums…”

“Did she marry President Yan just because of her genes?”

“What’s the use of a high grade if her character is bad?”

Under the gaze of everyone, Bai Wan remained cold and silent.

Deng Siyuan demanded aggressively, “Was it you?! You were watching me the whole time! Bai Wan, I know you come from nothing, but how could you steal? It must be on you, or in your clutch!”

Bai Wan said coldly, “It wasn’t me.”

“Who else could it be? Who else here lacks 300,000 yuan? —Unless you let the butler search you. Only if my ring isn’t on you can you clear your name.”

“Do as you wish, but I will not cooperate.”

At the edge of the crowd, Yan Nanjue felt like she was going to faint. What a melodramatic trope, what a low-level frame-up, help me…

Bai Wan stood with her arms crossed in the empty space, her expression like frost. …Another useless and childish prank. Not only noisy, but incredibly stupid.

Dark, twisted thoughts filled her eyes, almost becoming tangible. Seriously… shut up.

Deng Siyuan, completely oblivious to the danger, continued to demand a search, insisting she must have stolen it or she wouldn’t be “acting guilty.”

Bai Wan thought coldly that after the banquet ended, the assistant would arrive late to find her. Whether she really stole it or was framed, that woman (Yan Nanjue) would only have the assistant “handle” it because her wife couldn’t have a criminal record. No one would care if she was actually framed. Just like no one cared if she actually wanted to be “Mrs. Yan.”

The crowd whispered. Countless eyes scrutinized her.

Tap. Tap.

The sound of high heels clicking against the marble floor rang out, light enough to be an illusion. Then, she heard that familiar, nauseating voice:

“—Have you made enough of a scene?”