A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 46

“She is not a toy.”

Yan Nanjue interrupted the person before her.

Yan Changqing’s voice came to an abrupt halt. She turned to look squarely at the person beside her, her expression slightly surprised, her gaze carrying a hint of unfamiliarity.

When Yan Changqing decided to move abroad, her daughter was sixteen. She had received a call from her secretary on the plane, reporting news of Yan Nanjue getting into a school fight. Back then, she wondered if this daughter of hers had traded her entire personality for that face.

After all, Yan Nanjue had been blessed with good looks since childhood; her only flaw was a temperament so cold she wouldn’t acknowledge anyone. But for those with beautiful faces, many people will like them even if their personality is terrible. As she grew older, her face became more stunning, and her character became even worse.

Fickle, cold-blooded, arrogant, self-centered, and controlling. A soul full of deep-seated flaws.

And now, this daughter—who had inherited her own cold-blooded nature—was talking back to her for a toy she had forcibly snatched? She even called her “Mother”?

Yan Changqing thought noncommittally: How many times a year does Yan Nanjue call me “Mother”? I could count them on one hand. She suddenly felt like laughing.

“If you say she’s not a toy, then she’s not.” Yan Changqing raised her hand and lightly patted Yan Nanjue’s head. “Do whatever you want. Just remember one thing: whether it’s a toy, a friend, or a wife, your life is far more important than theirs.”

Be a bit more selfish, Yan Changqing thought. After all, selfishness was etched into the blood and bones of the Yan family. She further mused that children must grow up; when her daughter became entirely self-centered, it would be time for a change in the Chairman’s seat.

Yan Nanjue dodged her hand and said coldly, “You’re too wordy.”

Internally, she was whispering to the System, “System, I feel like Yan Changqing has some hidden meaning in her words. I can’t guess what she’s trying to get at.”

【In the original book, her role consisted of only a few sentences—a textbook cannon fodder.】 The implication was that the System didn’t know either.

Yan Changqing left after packing her things. As Yan Nanjue went upstairs, she ran into Ji Ziyi coming down.

“Aunt Yan left?”

“Mm.”

Ji Ziyi glanced out the window and let out a quiet sigh of relief. “You told her, right? My mom still thinks I’m abroad playing around.”

Yan Nanjue gave a slight nod.

Ji Ziyi relaxed. “I just heard you guys mention some banquet next week?”

“Why?” Yan Nanjue walked beside her. “You dare to go?”

Ji Ziyi said lazily, “Cheng Lian has family business to attend to. She has to go back by the end of the month at the latest. Otherwise, why would I hide here? One can flee the monk but not the temple.”

So Boss Cheng’s name is Cheng Lian.

Yan Nanjue gave her a sidelong glance. “Aren’t you afraid she won’t go back, but stay to catch you first?”

“Hey… don’t jinx it. Her family is quite strict; she has to go back. I accidentally overheard her on the phone; sounds like something big happened, forcing her back by a certain date.”

Ji Ziyi’s pace was light as she skipped a few steps ahead on the stairs. “By the way, do you remember Ming Yue’s sister? That little girl my mom asked me to bring along last time?”

“I do.”

Ji Ziyi: “She was lost for a few years and was only found by her family after she started forming memories. She’s very timid, even more so after presenting as an Omega. She likes to stay home and rarely goes out.”

Yan Nanjue was puzzled. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Guess which orphanage she stayed at during the years she was lost?” Ji Ziyi teased. “You’d never guess. She stayed in the same orphanage as your ‘precious gem’ for a few years. They even know each other—though I wonder what their relationship is like.”

Yan Nanjue paused, failing to immediately refute the term “precious gem.”

Ming Yan and Bai Wan stayed in the same orphanage? Did Ming Yan appear in the original book? She seemed to remember she didn’t.

Ji Ziyi followed her upstairs before realizing she was supposed to be going down. She skipped back down a few steps. “That Cheng person seems to be attending that banquet too. Don’t let anything slip if you run into her.”

By the time Yan Nanjue snapped back to her senses, Ji Ziyi was long gone. She pushed the thoughts aside and headed to her room.

The Night of the Banquet

Yan Nanjue got into the car early. While waiting, she propped her chin on her hand and looked out the window listlessly.

The car was parked in the shade. Outside the window was a wall full of champagne roses. A gardener was pruning the branches. Seeing the half-open window, she smiled and called out, “Miss.”

Yan Nanjue nodded slightly, watching her snip off roses in full bloom. She couldn’t help but ask, “They’re blooming so well. Why cut them?”

The gardener explained gently, “If they bloom too luxuriously, they’ll steal nutrients from the other plants. It’s also to control growth so they don’t become overgrown.”

Yan Nanjue didn’t garden, so she hadn’t known. She watched the layers of flowers in the gardener’s bamboo basket. “Come here.”

She took a vibrant rose from the top of the pile—one a bit lighter than champagne color. Under the sunlight, it gave off a faint warm golden hue. The petals were layered tightly, its color gorgeous and dewy.

Yan Nanjue twirled the smooth stem, the double-petaled flower spinning in her fingertips, every soft petal trembling and shaking off a sweet fragrance. “It’s quite pretty,” she told the System.

The car door opened. Bai Wan hooked her skirt and bent down to enter, her gaze landing on the rose in Yan Nanjue’s fingers. A trace of floral scent mixed into the light incense in the car.

Yan Nanjue didn’t look away from the flower until the car started moving. Bai Wan seemed dazed, her slender fingers unconsciously fingering the pendant at her neck—a drop of clear blue peeking through her fingers, brilliant and sparkling.

Is that… the necklace Yan Changqing told her to give Bai Wan? Yan Nanjue looked twice to confirm. The shape and quality were exactly the same.

Bai Wan’s outfit was perfectly coordinated. She wore a Klein blue gown that shimmered like waves under the light, resembling the surface of water during the “blue hour.” The silk fabric clung to her body, tracing a tiny waist and graceful curves. Two ribbons intertwined from her arms to her back, partially veiling her shoulder blades as she walked.

The deep blue made her skin look like piled snow, glowing with a jade-like luster. Her face was half-hidden by her black hair, looking as ethereal as a reflection in a mirror.

…Beautiful. Like a blue butterfly about to take flight from one’s fingertips.

Yan Nanjue’s fingers moved slightly, applying a bit of pressure. Her finger pads touched the petals, which felt as soft as butterfly wings. The “butterfly” was disturbed, fluttering toward her. Yan Nanjue immediately lowered her eyes.

One pair of eyes lifted, one pair fell; their gazes crossed but never met.

The silence lasted until they reached the venue. The sky was dimming, and the magnificent hall was ablaze with lights. Yan Nanjue abandoned the flower and was the first to step out.

The rose fell onto Bai Wan’s skirt, a champagne-colored accent against the deep blue. She picked it up and placed it on the roadside green wall as a decoration.

The night wind carried the scent of luxury and indulgence. Yan Nanjue saw Ming Yue greeting guests at the entrance with a gentle smile and a jade-like temperament. She looked around Ming Yue but saw no sign of Ming Yan.

Ming Yue approached. “President Yan, Mrs. Yan.” She couldn’t help but look at Bai Wan several times.

In fact, many people were looking. A beautiful face followed by an even more beautiful face—a pair of twin beauties. It was hard not to notice. After some polite, hollow pleasantries, Ming Yue was called away by another guest.

Yan Nanjue scanned the room and saw Chen Wanjun talking to someone. She turned slightly and signaled Bai Wan to stay in the lounge area. “If I don’t see you when I get back…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, but the threat was palpable. Yan Nanjue strode toward Chen Wanjun.

Chen Wanjun disliked dresses and tight clothing; she always wore loose, comfortable trousers, even for today’s banquet. Yan Nanjue couldn’t recall her ever wearing a formal gown. As she approached, Chen Wanjun ended her conversation. The Omega she had been talking to caught a glimpse of Yan Nanjue’s cold face; she was stunned by the beauty but shuddered at the icy eyes and walked away.

“Is she still at your place?”

Yan Nanjue nodded.

Chen Wanjun fingered her tassel earring, saying nonchalantly, “Cheng Lian is here. I saw Ming Yue receiving her earlier.” She paused. “I heard she’s been looking for ‘someone’ these past few days. She came to me several times to demand where they were. I told her I was abroad recently and didn’t know; only then did she stop.”

Yan Nanjue thought: She flees, she pursues, and none of them can escape.

Meanwhile, Bai Wan was in the lounge. She had never had much interest in these gatherings. Most of the time, she just acted as a pretty trophy wife, which was what Yan Nanjue wanted.

The lounge was separated by floor-length curtains. Her section was at the very end, and she sat behind a half-drawn curtain, her figure hidden.

In the next booth, a few Betas and Omegas were chatting. Bai Wan accidentally overheard them talking about Chen Wanjun with excitement. In A-City’s upper circle, Chen Wanjun’s popularity was high, even surpassing the fickle Ji Ziyi. She was the “dream girl” for many, though her cold nature kept everyone at a distance. People even bet on what kind of person would eventually win her over.

The conversation then shifted from Chen Wanjun to Yan Nanjue—discussing her looks and her personality.

“…It’s a pity President Yan married so early. If she were like Master Ji—wait, better not be like Master Ji. His ex-girlfriends could circle A-City. I can’t even play mahjong without running into two of them. They start fighting the moment they meet.”

“It’s not a pity. Mrs. Yan is very beautiful. Purely on looks, they’re a match, aren’t they?”

A scornful laugh drifted through the curtain. “Only a match in looks. Everyone knows she climbed her way up from the slums. Look at that aloof act; she really thinks she’s a phoenix.”

“What? An Omega from the slums?”

“Exactly. An orphan. Nothing to look at besides her face. No matter how pretty a face is, so what? A low-class thing. I bet they’ll be divorced within five years.”

“So what if she was lucky enough to marry into a wealthy family? Keeping the position is the real skill.”

“She definitely won’t hold the seat. Miss Luo has been chasing President Yan for years; would she just let the position go? I bet they’re tearing each other apart in private.”

“True. Luo Shuqing’s background suits Yan Nanjue better.”

“Wait, I thought she was the eldest Miss of the Su family. Beautiful Omegas like that aren’t common.”

“The Su family? She’s not worthy of being mentioned with them!”

“You guys are being a bit too harsh…”

“I’m speaking the truth. Everyone in the circle knows it. They’re afraid to say it, but I’m not. She’s the only one who doesn’t know her own situation.”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Yan is indeed beautiful. You can’t deny that. And her eyes are very special.”

“Special? Don’t you know what those heterochromatic eyes represent? She’s a complete disast—”

CRASH.

A glass was suddenly pushed off the table, letting out a sharp, piercing sound. The chatting Omegas froze. “Is someone next door?”

“I thought you said no one was there?!”

A snow-white, slender arm emerged from behind the curtain, the wrist bone protruding slightly. A waiter immediately stepped forward. “Madam, may I help you?”

A clear, cool voice drifted from behind the curtain, melodious like a flowing stream, drowning out the piano music. “Change my glass. Have someone clean up the shards.”

“Yes, Madam. Please follow me to another seat.”

A slender figure stepped out. Under the lights, her profile was so beautiful it seemed unreal. She turned her gaze, sweeping over the socialites, and landed on the Omega closest to her—the one wearing a blue dress. That woman’s face changed, and she instinctively shrank behind her companions.

The corner of Bai Wan’s lips curled slightly. The smile was faint, light as a feather—dismissive and indifferent, as if she didn’t care about them at all.

Bai Wan withdrew her gaze and walked away. The Omega who had been looked at exploded instantly. “What is she smiling at? Weirdo! Crazy!”

“What are you looking at? We were just speaking the truth!”

No one answered her. One Omega narrowed her eyes and suddenly remembered something. “By the way, Xiao Wen, didn’t you once chase President Yan?”

The atmosphere in the lounge changed. Someone teased, “Oh, so Xiao Wen had a secret crush on President Yan.”

A socialite who had earlier called Bai Wan beautiful raised a handkerchief to her lips. “A bunch of people who can’t reach the grapes,” she said softly.

The women who had insulted Bai Wan froze. The socialite then stood up gracefully and led several other Omegas away.