A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 41

Ji Ziyi rose from the sofa. “Right, speaking of which.”

“I heard our President Yan got injured because she was playing the hero to save a beauty?” She propped her chin on one hand, her eyes shimmering with a captivating, hypnotic light. “What’s the story there, President Yan?”

Yan Nanjue’s thoughts were instantly derailed by the comment. She knit her brows slightly. “…It was nothing.”

Ji Ziyi heard the dismissal in her voice and turned her head to look at the person beside her.

Chen Wanjun shook her head imperceptibly, indicating she was in the dark about the matter as well.

Ji Ziyi stood up and walked to the edge of the hospital bed, narrowing her eyes. “A-Yan, you didn’t deny what I said… so it’s true? You really got hurt just to save Bai Wan?”

Yan Nanjue was speechless. How did Ji Ziyi become so sharp all of a sudden!

“I’m truly curious—what exactly are you thinking when it comes to Bai Wan?”

She leaned one hand against the railing at the foot of the bed. Seeing the person on the bed lower her eyes coldly, adopting a posture of refusal, Ji Ziyi shook her head helplessly. For a moment, she couldn’t understand her childhood friend at all.

Wisely, she didn’t push. She switched to a different question: “So, do you plan on letting Bai Wan go see her?”

Chen Wanjun glanced at her phone. “Luo Shuqing says if you’re worried, you can have someone follow her, but she insists on seeing Bai Wan once, no matter the time.” This was the definition of persistent and difficult.

Yan Nanjue closed her eyes. “This isn’t my decision to make. Let her ask the person involved herself.”

Chen Wanjun’s finger paused over the screen as she typed.

She lifted her eyelids, her gaze sweeping lightly over Yan Nanjue with a trace of surprise. Her childhood friend had changed a lot; in the past, such an answer would never have come out of her mouth.

Among the four of them, Luo Shuqing had known Yan Nanjue the longest, followed by herself and Ji Ziyi.

Growing up, Chen Wanjun had always been the one who understood her friend’s personality best. Yan Nanjue was a control freak; she loved the feeling of possession, and nothing—person, object, or event—was allowed to escape her grasp. She was strict, domineering, and arrogant; she demanded absolute rights of disposal over what belonged to her. Even if it was something she had discarded, she never allowed others to touch it.

And now, she was actually delegating the power of choice to her wife.

Mrs. Yan, huh…

Chen Wanjun felt a momentary daze, a spark of interest rising in her dark, clear eyes. What an intriguing change.

She finished replying using Ji Ziyi’s phone. “Then I’ll have Assistant Lin ask Bai Wan. She’s in the ward next door, right?”

She stood up and sent Assistant Lin, who was guarding the door, to inquire. Soon, Lin Furuo returned with an answer. “President Yan, the Madam says it’s fine. She agreed to see Miss Shuqing.”

Yan Nanjue opened her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered slightly like a butterfly’s wings. Her dark eyes were like obsidian, harboring a deep, hidden brilliance.

“Follow her.”

It was a sentence without a specific target, but Lin Furuo understood immediately.

Luo Shuqing’s ward was in the adjacent building on the same floor; the two buildings were not far apart. As the top assistant to the Yan Group’s CEO, Lin Furuo bowed slightly and personally pushed open the door. Her humble posture—willingly lowering herself to perform the duties of a doorman—carried an unmistakable message.

Luo Shuqing turned back in her wheelchair. Catching sight of this scene, her pupils shrank, and she froze for several moments.

Aside from her, only Secretary Lü remained in the room; the bodyguards had been dismissed to the hallway. Secretary Lü and Assistant Lin stood together at the entrance, separated by a short distance, ensuring the privacy of the conversation while remaining ready to react.

The window was open, and the loose curtains rustled in the wind. As the deep blue fabric danced, the stray strands of Luo Shuqing’s tied-up hair moved with it, her light-blonde hair kissing her cheeks and making her look even more ethereal and agile.

She had a deceptive face—obedient and lively, with a gentle look in her eyes. Few people could see through that angelic exterior to reach her true inner self.

The Omega before her was one of them.

“What do you want to say?”

Bai Wan’s clear, cool voice cut through the sound of the wind.

Luo Shuqing: “You look like you’re perfectly fine, Sister Bai Wan.”

Bai Wan looked down at her, her gaze cold and piercing.

“She got into a car accident on the way back from taking you to the sanatorium. Do you have no reaction to that at all?” The smile on Luo Shuqing’s face faded significantly as she asked in a soft voice.

Bai Wan countered: “What reaction am I supposed to have?”

Luo Shuqing stared fixedly at her frost-like face for a few beats, then suddenly burst out laughing. She shook her head while laughing, as if the heavy atmosphere from a moment ago had never existed.

“Why so serious, Sister Bai Wan? I’m just concerned about you. Seeing that you’re okay, I’ve truly breathed a sigh of relief.”

Luo Shuqing’s eyes curved in a smile, nearly hiding her pupils. “But I heard Nanjue-jie’s injuries are quite serious.”

The next second, the smile vanished. She leaned forward, suddenly grabbing Bai Wan’s collar, her expression turning fierce. “How dare you…”

“How dare you let her shield you?”

She asked syllable by syllable, her voice saturated with rage.

“She was covered in blood when she was brought to the hospital. Did you think I didn’t see the surveillance? You were covered in blood too—her blood. How did you have the nerve?”

Luo Shuqing’s face was as dark as still water. Her fingertips trembled as she gripped the collar, her eyes full of hatred. Negative emotions surfaced from the depths of her gaze for the first time.

“Based on the point of impact, she clearly wouldn’t have been hurt! Her position was much safer than yours!”

“If you’re going to get into a car crash, then get into one! Why did you have to drag her into it? She only suffered this disaster because of you! If she hadn’t accompanied you to the sanatorium, none of this would have happened!!”

Luo Shuqing’s volume rose steadily, her angry voice echoing throughout the ward.

“Miss Shuqing!”

“Miss…”

Two anxious voices rang out in succession. Lin Furuo took a few steps forward, about to intervene and separate them, but then she saw a well-defined hand rise. The wrist was slender, as fragile as a weak flower branch, yet as beautiful as polished white jade.

Bai Wan, with her back to her, made a gesture to stop her.

Luo Shuqing didn’t look away, staring deathly at Bai Wan, her voice harsh: “Get out, all of you!”

Secretary Lü rubbed her nose and obediently took a step back. She glanced at Assistant Lin and found that she, too, had followed the order and retreated to the doorway.

That jade-white hand moved down, clamping onto Luo Shuqing’s wrist. Bai Wan applied pressure, forcing her to let go.

Luo Shuqing gasped in pain and instinctively released her grip.

“What happens to me is none of your business.”

Bai Wan’s eyes were half-lidded, her long lashes casting a faint shadow on her lower eyelids. She leaned down slightly, looking down from above with an invisible, oppressive weight.

Luo Shuqing’s body stiffened. Bai Wan only wanted her to release her collar and hadn’t used much force after the initial grab, yet the lingering pressure left a dull ache in her wrist.

The clear, cool voice was like frost, and the words spoken were even colder than the tone.

“—And what happens to her is also none of your business.”

Luo Shuqing’s pupils dilated. She gripped the fabric of her trousers at her thigh. “How is it none of my business?!”

Bai Wan’s gaze was indifferent, looking down at her from a superior height.

Luo Shuqing felt a momentary illusion of being seen through. her fingertips trembled. “You don’t understand… you couldn’t possibly understand… a person like you…”

“I don’t need to understand,” Bai Wan said. “And I have even less need to try.”

“This is not your place to meddle. Whether I am injured has nothing to do with you, and the same goes for her. —You can do nothing, Luo Shuqing.”

Luo Shuqing’s murmuring stopped abruptly.

…Bai Wan was right. She could do nothing.

At some unknown point, Yan Nanjue had begun forbidding others from stepping into her world, and even more so, forbidding others from interfering in her affairs.

She had no way to interfere in anything concerning Yan Nanjue. All her former privileges were vanishing one by one. She could even vaguely sense that an invisible barrier had formed between her and Yan Nanjue.

Facing Yan Nanjue, she was powerless. No matter how much effort she spent, the most she could achieve was making that person look at her for a few extra heartbeats.

Luo Shuqing bowed her head deeply, unwilling to let the person before her see her fragile, sensitive emotions.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, reining in all her outward emotions. She gave a slight smile as she dismissed the guest: “Assistant Lin, you can go back. I need to have a medical check-up.”

Bai Wan straightened up and turned to leave the ward. She brushed past Secretary Lü, who lowered her head.

When Secretary Lü returned to the ward after seeing the guest out, Luo Shuqing had pushed her wheelchair to the bedside. The wind was stronger than before, her hair was a mess, and her figure flickered behind the deep blue curtains.

“Oh, Miss… it’s windy by the window, and you’re right in the draft. If anything happens to you, the eldest Miss will definitely peel my skin off.”

Luo Shuqing looked out the window. From this height, the people on the ground had turned into tiny, ant-like dots.

Two figures emerged from the building; they looked familiar—it was the two who had just left the ward. She watched as Lin Furuo followed closely behind Bai Wan, her attitude respectful as she escorted her back to her room.

Lin Furuo had followed Yan Nanjue for five years; she was one of her most trusted subordinates. Her status in the Yan Group was high; even Luo Shuqing sometimes had to call Assistant Lin first just to find Yan Nanjue.

“Hasn’t your bonus for the second half of the year already been docked to zero?” Luo Shuqing said softly.

Secretary Lü gave a bitter smile. “It was my poor performance. I failed to achieve the task President Luo assigned me. I accept the punishment. President Luo has shown mercy this time; usually, she would have exiled me to a branch company.”

She added diplomatically, “Although this year’s bonus is gone, I still have my year-end bonus and next year’s, after all.”

Luo Shuqing withdrew her gaze. “When the time comes, I’ll make up for what was docked.”

Secretary Lü felt a headache coming on. This meant the young Miss had no intention of behaving for the next six months. She let out a silent sigh.

“Well?” Luo Shuqing asked, her posture relaxed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Is there the scent of pheromones on her?”

Secretary Lü shook her head decisively. “None. Not a trace of Alpha pheromones.”

“Are you sure? Not even a hint?”

Secretary Lü nodded firmly. “Miss, I guarantee it on my thirty years as an Alpha. Mrs. Yan… cough, Miss Bai indeed does not have a single bit of pheromones on her.”

“Nothing, huh…”

Luo Shuqing thoughtfully brushed her hair against her cheek, unable to stop herself from laughing. “Good. As long as there’s nothing.”

And here I thought she was so important. It turns out she isn’t even willing to give her a bit of pheromones.

With less than a year left, she didn’t believe that Bai Wan, who had hated Yan Nanjue for over two years, would turn that hate into love in such a short time.

In any case, Yan Nanjue would never fall for someone with such a stubborn bone. Treating her like a new toy was about the extent of it.

Besides, they still had an even more troublesome Su Changyin between them.