A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 5

Bai Wan raised her eyes.

The guests parted like the Red Sea; the arrival of a powerful Alpha forced them into absolute silence.

The woman walking through the crowd carried an air of casual indifference. Her features were bold and untamed, her beauty as brilliant and scorching as the midday sun—dazzling and inescapable. Her thin, crimson lips were pressed into a straight line, and the pupils of her slightly upturned “peach blossom” eyes were starkly black and white, radiating an exceptional coldness.

Snake-shaped earrings swayed gently against her dark hair, mimicking the slithering posture of a serpent flicking its tongue—dangerous, icy, and laced with lethal venom.

A face made for passion, eyes made for heartlessness.

So beautiful, yet so hypocritical.

Bai Wan did not speak, nor did the newcomer.

The Alpha’s cold gaze landed on her. “I am asking you.”

Meeting her interrogation, a realization belatedly dawned on Bai Wan:

…The one whose tongue most deserves to be cut out is actually Yan Nanjue.

Violent, hypocritical, self-centered.

Her arrogance was nauseating.

Yan Nanjue felt a chill run down her spine. She thought warily: System! System!! Why do I feel a chill on my back? I shouldn’t be OOC with this acting, right? Has the Blackening Value changed?

【System: Neither.】

Yan Nanjue breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she was walking a tightrope. The System forbade her from going OOC, and the original body was a moody psychopath. She was truly terrified of the heroine.

Yan Nanjue’s gaze swept over the heroine for only a fraction of a second, light as a dragonfly skimming water, before landing on the other person.

“Deng Siyuan, how long do you plan to keep up this scene?”

Hearing her name called out, Bai Wan’s long lashes trembled suddenly.

Yan Nanjue stared at Deng Siyuan like a tiger watching its prey. Nobody is going to stop me from lowering the heroine’s Blackening Value! Vicious cannon fodder, you are not allowed to come out and cause trouble!

Yan Nanjue let out a cold laugh. “If something is lost, go check the surveillance. Let me ask you—where is this?”

Hearing the first part of her sentence, Deng Siyuan’s face was filled with triumph as she looked at Bai Wan mockingly. But realizing Yan Nanjue’s question was directed at her, she turned back in disbelief. Under the pressure of the Alpha’s full-throttle aura, she found it hard to breathe; her arrogance instantly vanished, and she stammered, “Sister Nanjue… your home. It’s—it’s the Yan family ancestral home.”

Yan Nanjue asked again, “Then tell me, who is Bai Wan?”

Deng Siyuan said, puzzled, “Mrs. Yan.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she suddenly realized something. Her face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Yan Nanjue looked down at her. “So what you mean is that Bai Wan, the mistress of the Yan family, stole a guest’s item on her own territory?”

“…”

The crowd was pin-drop silent.

Deng Siyuan’s face was ashen. Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t utter a word. Her mind was filled with only one question: Why is Yan Nanjue helping Bai Wan?!!!!

Didn’t she never care about this trophy wife?!!

Some people even said Yan Nanjue hated Bai Wan so much that she allowed people in their social circle to belittle and humiliate her! What was happening now?!

The well-trained butler stepped forward and said politely, “Miss Deng, please think carefully whether the item was misplaced or stolen. Your jewelry is certainly important, but the reputation of our Eldest Miss and Little Madam is equally important.”

The butler smiled. “Miss Deng, wouldn’t you agree?”

Deng Siyuan panicked for a long time before tremulously saying, “I—I remember now. I think I lost it in the restroom, not the dressing room!”

“Are you certain?”

Deng Siyuan nodded vigorously.

Yan Nanjue gave the butler a look, and he immediately dispatched two servants to the third-floor restroom. A moment later, a servant returned with an emerald diamond ring resting on a black silk cloth. The butler asked, “Is this your ring, Miss Deng?”

Deng Siyuan took a hurried look and said quickly, “Yes, yes, yes, it’s mine.”

The butler did not hand the item to her; instead, he looked at the master of the Yan family.

Yan Nanjue said indifferently, “Since it’s been found, I will have someone personally deliver it to the Deng family, lest Miss Deng gets confused and loses it again midway.”

The last trace of color drained from Deng Siyuan’s face, and tears welled up. She wasn’t an idiot; she understood the implication behind those words. If the item was “personally delivered” home with that explanation, she was finished!

“Sister Nanjue, I just mistook her for someone else, you—”

“—Apologize.”

Yan Nanjue coldly interrupted her crying. “If you wrong someone, you should apologize.”

Deng Siyuan froze. She looked at Bai Wan, who stood silently to the side. No matter how unwilling she was, she could only sob out an apology.

Bai Wan’s gaze fell on the top of the bowed head, uncharacteristically dazed. A few seconds later, she turned her head slightly, her gaze landing on Yan Nanjue. Those eyes were as calm as the sea before a storm—filled with silent scrutiny and suspicion.

Yan Nanjue felt another chill on her back, realizing this move was on the edge of OOC. Her brain worked at high speed to provide a remedy.

“No matter what, Bai Wan is my Omega, the only Mrs. Yan. Only I am allowed to touch her.”

“I hate it most when others move my things without permission.”

Bai Wan looked away toward the slightly trembling Deng Siyuan, who was shaking from fear and Alpha pressure. Though also an Omega, Bai Wan had no reaction; from beginning to end, she remained as cold and indifferent as an outsider.

After a long time, Bai Wan spoke. She didn’t say she forgave her, nor did she say she didn’t; her attitude remained consistently silent. “Whatever happens to you is none of my business. Just don’t come to me.”

Yan Nanjue hurriedly asked in her mind: Did I pull it off?

【System: OOC value 1.2%. It’s within the range that can be justified.】

Yan Nanjue felt at ease. She ordered, “Butler, see the guest out.”

A weeping Deng Siyuan was escorted out. The nearby guests resumed their conversations and dispersed in small groups.

Yan Nanjue took Bai Wan to see Grandma Yan and briefly explained the situation.

The smile on Grandma Yan’s face faded significantly. “Not a single day of peace.” She glanced at the pale Bai Wan, then at the idling Yan Nanjue, and sighed helplessly. “Xiao Wan has suffered quite a shock. Nanjue, comfort her.”

Suddenly put on the spot, Yan Nanjue was a bit stunned. She caught a glimpse of the quiet Bai Wan, and a strange nervousness surged in her heart.

Com… comfort? How was she supposed to comfort the heroine? Hold her hand…? Was she allowed to? Would the heroine be so disgusted she’d slap her hand away in public?!

Grandma Yan’s gaze brought an invisible pressure. After a long hesitation, Yan Nanjue chose to grasp Bai Wan’s hand—fingers interlocking, palms touching—while her other hand supported Bai Wan’s shoulder.

The hand she held was exceptionally rigid.

Bai Wan’s hand was very cold… and very soft. Her skin was as delicate as snow; Yan Nanjue almost felt her own body heat would melt it. She swallowed hard, too nervous to even look at Bai Wan.

Yan Nanjue’s thoughts raced: This seems to be the first time I’ve had direct physical contact with the heroine.

Grandma Yan waved her hand. “Take Xiao Wan back. Handle the Deng family however you wish, just don’t let them come to me.”

It wasn’t until they got into the car that Yan Nanjue let go.

As the night wind blew, her warm, damp palm cooled down along with her head. Bai Wan, who had been held all the way, had a stiff expression, her elegant brows furrowed tightly as if she were regretting something.

Yan Nanjue retracted her hand behind her back, but her fingertips instinctively rubbed together; the sensation of the skin seemed to linger in her palm.

…Too soft. Like bean curd, it would break at a touch.

She stole a glance at Bai Wan as she leaned into the car. What met her eyes was a stretch of snow-white back. Beneath the long swan neck were thin butterfly wings of shoulder blades. Her dark hair was partially scattered, her figure graceful and slender, like a swaying aquatic plant.

“The backless dress the heroine is wearing really suits her. She looks so beautiful, her waist is so thin and her shoulders are so narrow.”

【System: You should try one too.】

“I’m suited for mermaid skirts or suits that show off the figure—something with more presence. See how that vicious cannon fodder was terrified by my aura? Actually, I didn’t want to scare her; she was crying so hard.”

The System was speechless. 【That is the natural suppression of an Alpha over Omegas and Betas.】

While Bai Wan turned to enter the car, Yan Nanjue couldn’t help but secretly gesture with her hand, exclaiming in her heart like she’d found a new world. “Her waist is really only the width of one arm! So thin… System, she seems a bit too thin? Her hands were so cold; she doesn’t look very healthy.”

【System: . 】

“System, why did you stop talking?”

【System: Get in the car. The heroine is looking at you.】

Yan Nanjue snapped back to reality.

Returning to the villa, Bai Wan gave her soiled clothes to a servant and walked upstairs in her slippers. Yan Nanjue intended to follow, but hearing that the cook had prepared sweet rice ball soup, her feet turned toward the dining room first.

In her room, Bai Wan casually tossed her shawl onto the carpet. Her clutch was thrown on the table, gaping open. At a glance, the contents were visible: a pricey tube of lipstick, an invitation, a phone, and a handkerchief.

—And resting quietly in the middle of the handkerchief was a sapphire-blue diamond ring.

Bai Wan took out her phone and clicked on the first video in her cloud album.

The video played silently, showing the scene of the empty vanity table. The phone seemed to have been placed among a pile of clothes, leaving the frame slightly obscured.

Bai Wan saw her screen-self scan the camera before turning into the fitting room.

Shortly after, a champagne-colored figure crept closer, opened the clutch left on the table, put something inside, and then looked around like a thief. Clearly, she hadn’t noticed the hidden camera.

Bai Wan tapped the screen twice, and the video frozen on the intruder’s face.

The camera had clearly recorded her face. It was Deng Siyuan.

Even if Yan Nanjue hadn’t spoken up, Bai Wan could have resolved the matter herself. After all, such low-class, dirty tricks weren’t being used on her for the first time.

There was only one variable. That single variable…

Bai Wan lowered her gaze, her brush-like lashes casting a shadow over her lids. Her expression was obscure. After a while, she turned off her phone, threw the ring into the bathroom trash can, and prepared to shower.

The shower was soon shrouded in a hazy mist. Amidst the pattering sound of water, Bai Wan’s hand passed over her neck. Her nose caught a scent. She looked down, staring at her slender fingers.

It was the smell of petitgrain, lavender, orange blossom, and sunlight.

This scent belonged to someone else.