A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 51

The constant pain from the wound on her hand made Bai Wan’s brow twitch.

She casually set down the notebook and stood up to leave, but paused before the desk, looking back as if compelled by something unseen.

Find a place to hide these things.

She felt, inexplicably, that these words shouldn’t be seen by others.

Bai Wan hid the notebook in the pocket of a coat, held a handkerchief over her hand, and went out. She found a servant to ask for the first-aid kit. The servant took one look at her blood-covered hand and gasped, “Madam?! How did your hand get injured like this?”

She hurried away, “Wait here, I’ll go get gauze for you right now!”

Bai Wan felt a dull ache in her forehead and sat down by the sofa in the living room. It had been quite a while; the wound on her palm had stopped bleeding long ago, but the blood on her wrist hadn’t dried, dripping down and threatening to stain the floor. She glanced at it, felt a wave of irritability, and roughly wiped it away with the hem of her shirt—a perfunctory effort.

Before she woke up, blood had already stained half of her leg along her wrist, and now the clothes on her abdomen were soiled too, looking quite gruesome.

Yan Nanjue, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, came face-to-face with this scene. Her breath hitched, and any lingering sleepiness vanished instantly.

Who wouldn’t break out in a cold sweat seeing this?!

System: 【Hold it together! Don’t faint!】

Yan Nanjue didn’t know whether to scream or just faint for the best.

The System, fearing she’d collapse on the spot, desperately encouraged her: 【Don’t look at her pants! You can’t faint! If you faint, what happens to your mission?! You’re the Yan Nanjue who needs to go home!】

At the word “mission,” Yan Nanjue’s nerves twitched. She clenched her palms and widened her eyes, her heart filled with confusion.

In just a few hours, how did the heroine end up covered in blood?!!

Huh?? What on earth happened?!

Yan Nanjue strode forward and grabbed Bai Wan’s hand—the one wrapped in the handkerchief—her fingertips trembling slightly. The smell of blood hit her, making her almost step back.

“What are you doing, Bai Wan?!!”

Bai Wan said calmly, “An accident.”

Yan Nanjue was furious. “Do you take me for a fool? Would an ‘accident’ leave you covered in wounds?!”

“Bai Wan, what are you trying to do?”

Bai Wan frowned. “Those were stained by accident. Only my hand is injured.”

The butler hurried in with the family doctor. Yan Nanjue stepped aside, gesturing for the doctor to disinfect and bandage the wound quickly.

When the handkerchief was unwrapped, the wound was exposed—bloody gashes from her palm to the base of her fingers. It wasn’t just one cut; it looked like something sharp had been driven in deep. Any deeper and she would have needed stitches.

For a short time, her left hand would be unusable.

The family doctor could tell at a glance that the injury was intentional. She didn’t say a word, quietly performed her duties, and then slipped away.

The atmosphere in the living room was suffocatingly heavy.

Yan Nanjue’s face was grim, her gaze fixed on Bai Wan. “I’m asking you one last time. How exactly did this happen?”

“Tell the truth.”

Bai Wan’s long lashes lowered. “I accidentally fell on a broken glass.”

Yan Nanjue thought about it. The wound did fit that description, but that didn’t mean she could forgive the heroine for getting herself covered in blood without a word!!!

Combining Bai Wan’s history and what she would do in the future according to the book, Yan Nanjue couldn’t help but suspect it was intentional.

But what was the reason?

She hadn’t lost her temper with Bai Wan lately, nor had she let anyone provoke her. The only time was at that banquet, and she had successfully helped Bai Wan avoid it.

Right, Bai Wan had no reason to intentionally injure her hand.

Yan Nanjue’s brow furrowed tightly. The thick smell of blood filled her nose, and within that scent was another familiar smell—but it was too faint, passing by so quickly she couldn’t identify it in time.

“What am I supposed to say to you, Mrs. Yan?”

“Are you a child? Getting yourself covered in blood inside your own room?”

Yan Nanjue stepped closer. the smell of blood grew stronger, suffocating her, and her heart felt strangely heavy and stifled.

She avoided the startling patch of deep red, gritted her teeth to suppress her dizziness, and reached out to pinch Bai Wan’s face, forcing her to look up.

It was the posture of someone in power, full of a desire for control.

Yan Nanjue stood while Bai Wan sat.

The tenderness brought by her looks was diminished, replaced by the pressure of her posture and expression.

The Alpha’s peach-blossom eyes—said to be the most captivating in A-City—were slightly lowered, her long lashes casting a faint shadow. When she looked down, her gaze was cold and disdainful, like a compassionate Madonna, the shimmering light in her eyes like unshed tears—simultaneously heartless and soulful.

A deity overseeing all living beings, scrutinizing a faithless, untrustworthy, treacherous follower.

She stared coldly at Bai Wan, on the verge of exploding with anger.

“I really should install a monitor on you to watch you every second and remind you. What do you think, Bai Wan?”

Compared to Yan Nanjue’s fury, Bai Wan was much calmer. Even with her cheeks pinched and her face tilted up, she only looked at her coldly. It was clearly a subordinate position, yet it somehow didn’t feel like she was at a disadvantage.

“I said, it was just an accident.”

As Bai Wan spoke, her lips almost brushed against Yan Nanjue’s palm.

Her warm breath exhaled hot mist, enveloping Yan Nanjue’s palm.

Yan Nanjue’s thoughts suddenly stalled.

…It was itchy.

Very soft.

Bai Wan’s lips.

They were much softer to the touch than they looked.

Yan Nanjue’s mind wandered, actually drifting for a moment despite the situation. Meeting Bai Wan’s icy gaze—which looked ready to kill her—she felt a chill and regretted reaching out even more.

She could have just stood there and scolded her. Why did she have to reach out!

This kind of controlling gesture was really awkward for her…

Moreover, this was the heroine! She actually reached out like that!!!

Belatedly realizing what she had done, Yan Nanjue’s hand shook with guilt. She quickly stayed in character and asked, “Answer my question.” She increased the pressure of her grip.

The soft flesh of Bai Wan’s cheeks was squeezed together.

She frowned, her displeasure obvious. “…Not necessary.”

“This is my last warning. Your body doesn’t belong to you. If you dislike this hand so much, I don’t mind helping you ruin it.”

Yan Nanjue retracted her hand. “Until your hand heals, you aren’t going anywhere. You won’t see anyone, including the nursing home.”

Bai Wan’s lashes fluttered.

She hadn’t planned on going anyway. Bai Qingzhi had a very keen sense of smell; if she discovered the wound, she would worry and ask endless questions. She wouldn’t be able to go to the nursing home until the wound scabbed over at least.

Yan Nanjue’s demand happened to align with her own thoughts, so she didn’t intend to argue.

Bai Wan stood up and walked toward the elevator in her blood-stained clothes, planning to go upstairs.

“I haven’t finished speaking. You dare to leave?”

The cold voice came from behind. Bai Wan stopped and turned back.

“I’m going to change,” she said. “I’m covered in blood. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Who gave you permission to leave without a word?”

Bai Wan looked at the slight upturn of her eyes. Perhaps because of anger, a ruthless red tint had spread at the corners of her eyes, vivid against her snow-white skin.

…Was she that angry?

But her being injured—what did it have to do with her?

Bai Wan’s gaze shifted, meeting Yan Nanjue’s bright black eyes, and she suddenly remembered a fact she had intentionally ignored.

She couldn’t help but press her tongue against the roof of her mouth, trying to banish the sudden itchiness.

How annoying.

Whether it was the Yan Nanjue who liked her or the Yan Nanjue who only treated her as a canary, they were both so annoying.

It seemed they refused to let her go no matter what.

Bai Wan hated this kind of desire for control. Every questioning word and every look directed at her invaded her boundaries and squeezed her space.

Yan Nanjue’s voice, gaze, and scent crowded around her constantly.

Just like now, her keen sense of smell caught a hint of rose essential oil within the scent of blood—a faint, subtle fragrance coming from the Alpha’s skin. Body lotion or body wash?

…So annoying.

“I’ll be more careful next time.” Bai Wan closed her eyes.

After saying this, she waited silently for the person before her to let her go.

Seeing Bai Wan’s proper attitude in admitting her mistake, Yan Nanjue allowed her to leave with a cold face.

“Wash all the blood off your body. I don’t want to see a single trace of it.”

As soon as Bai Wan left, Yan Nanjue sank onto the sofa, her vision darkening. The smell of blood hadn’t dissipated; she could still smell that salty, nauseating scent.

“I feel a bit sick…”

【Go back to your room to vomit.】

Yan Nanjue pursed her lips. “Does the heroine have no sense of pain? Why didn’t she cry out when the doctor was treating her? With such a large wound, I can’t imagine how much it hurts. She actually endured it while bleeding for so long.”

“Is she crazy?”

【I suppose.】 The System asked: 【Isn’t the heroine a lunatic after blackening?】

“She hasn’t fully blackened yet… wait, she’s half-blackened, so she’s a half-lunatic?”

The System gave the same ambiguous answer: 【I suppose.】

Yan Nanjue’s stomach churned, and it took a long time for her to calm down. That vivid red felt as if it were branded on her retina, refusing to fade.

Unwilling to face that persistent red, she changed the subject to distract herself: “By the way, System, Alphas and Omegas have pheromones, right? Shouldn’t there be pheromones in their bodily fluids too? Won’t someone smell it when an Omega bleeds?”

【Yes, the pheromone content in AO blood is very low, almost negligible, unless there’s a large amount of fluid.】

System: 【Only in cases of massive blood loss and extreme physical weakness can someone smell their pheromones. Under normal circumstances, you can’t.】

Yan Nanjue paused on her way to her room.

Then how did she… seem to smell the scent of jasmine?

It was very familiar.

With her previous experience, she could easily distinguish if it was pheromones or just ordinary jasmine fragrance.

How strange. Could this have something to do with her body? After all, her pheromone scent wasn’t the original host’s either.

Or did she smell it wrong?

That was possible too. After all, she wasn’t the original Alpha, and there was no scent of pheromones in the living room now.

She suppressed the thought and didn’t mention it to the System.

Bai Wan’s hand was wrapped in thick gauze, making it difficult even to bend it. Because of this, the white jade bracelet she wanted to take off remained on her wrist; taking it off would inevitably hit the wound.

When Bai Wan lowered her wrist, the jade bracelet sat loosely between her wrist bone and the back of her palm. From the hand to the bracelet, it was incredibly beautiful.

Yan Nanjue took a peek and felt that the bracelet really suited her. The jade was a warm, milky white, and Bai Wan’s wrist was slender; blue veins were easily visible through her snow-white skin, like little snakes gliding under the surface. It looked more like a jade carving than the bracelet itself, yet it was far more beautiful than jade.

Since she was injured, she naturally couldn’t handle dinner at the apartment. Yan Nanjue increased the cook’s salary by half, and the cook happily took over the dinner duties.

It was a week later before the gauze was removed.

Yan Nanjue stared at the wound revealed when the doctor removed the gauze. It was gruesome and a bit ugly; she wondered if it would leave a scar.

She felt it was a pity. It would be a shame if such a beautiful person were left with a scar.

Her gaze couldn’t help but travel upward, sweeping across Bai Wan’s arm. The position of her own scar was covered by her shirt collar; she didn’t like showing that scar to others, so she wore long sleeves year-round. When she had to wear a gown for a banquet, she would have the stylist cover it up.

Bai Wan’s wound and the wound on her own arm were in very similar positions. However, hers was much shallower—only a faint white mark, not very noticeable.

Bai Wan’s palm closed slightly, her finger joints covering the scar. Her right hand turned the jade bracelet on her left wrist, trying to take it off.

Yan Nanjue’s gaze sharpened. The gauze was just removed—what was Bai Wan trying to do now!!!

“Stop.”

Her brow furrowed. “What are you doing now?”

Bai Wan’s finger lightly stroked the jade. “It’s not appropriate for an ordinary company employee to wear such an expensive bracelet. People have already asked if it’s real.”

“If I gave it to you, wear it.” Yan Nanjue gave her a cold look, appearing completely indifferent to her state, yet added another sentence at the end.

“Don’t take it off until your hand is healed.” She said coldly, “I don’t want to see you messing with your hand again, Mrs. Yan.”

The jade bracelet circled her wrist and returned to its spot. Bai Wan lifted her eyes and looked at the Alpha before her.

After speaking, the latter turned around and walked away, seemingly uncaring about what she left behind.

Bai Wan let go of the jade bracelet, and it fell back to her wrist.

Like a mark, it circled her firmly.

Yan Nanjue observed secretly for the next few days and found that Bai Wan didn’t try to force the bracelet off. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, somewhat satisfied.

“I guess losing my temper works,” she said to the System.

The System agreed wholeheartedly.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Yan Nanjue picked it up; the caller ID said Luo Huazhi.

What did Luo Huazhi want? They weren’t close, and the Luo family project had ended long ago. Yan Nanjue answered the call.

“Nanjue, has Xiao Qing contacted you lately?”

So it was about Luo Shuqing.

She said, “No.” After a pause, she asked, “What happened to her?”

Luo Huazhi’s voice sounded faintly tired, yet she maintained her dignity as the head of the Luo family. “Xiao Qing’s cast has been removed. She slipped away from my people. I suspect she might look for you.”

Yan Nanjue was stunned. Luo Shuqing snuck out? Wait, after the cast was removed, the Luo family should have ended her house arrest. Why use the word “slipped away”?

“What happened between you two? To the point she had to sneak out.”

Luo Huazhi pinched her temples. “Xiao Qing’s mental state hasn’t been good lately. I arranged a psychologist for her, but she’s very resistant and has argued with me several times. I increased the people watching her, and she felt I was monitoring her, making her hate me even more. This time she even took a car from home and didn’t take her phone or anything. I’m very worried about her.”

Yan Nanjue thought: I see. She could understand Luo Huazhi’s actions. After all, Luo Shuqing had just suffered two man-made injuries. Given her poor mental state, increasing supervision was necessary.

“If she comes to me, I’ll contact you.”

Luo Huazhi thanked her on the other end of the line: “I’ve arranged for people to track the license plate. If you find any trace of her, you must tell me.”

Yan Nanjue hung up, rotating her phone on the desk. “I was wondering why the female supporting character had been so quiet lately. Turns out she was locked up by Luo Huazhi.”

【Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?】

Yan Nanjue said, “That’s true. I feel like she’ll come to me, or go to Chen Wanjun. Among the three childhood friends, Ji Ziyi is the nicest to her; she thinks she’s seven years older than Luo Shuqing and always treats her like a child, but Ji Ziyi can barely take care of herself lately.”

She paused, remembering something. “Speaking of which, it’s the end of the month—did Cheng Lian go back to B-City?”

System: 【I suppose.】

Yan Nanjue nodded thoughtfully. “Then Luo Shuqing, to avoid her sister, is more likely to find Chen Wanjun. Chen Wanjun is an outsider in everything, but she’d definitely agree to help a childhood friend.”

After finishing her analysis, she looked up and saw that the sky outside had darkened.

“Overtime until dark again…” Yan Nanjue slumped in her chair, exhausted. “Assistant Lin said the heroine also just finished work. Can my computer see the surveillance everywhere?”

At that, she excitedly opened the surveillance for Bai Wan’s floor, just in time to see her enter the elevator. She then switched to the elevator camera view, staring at Bai Wan.

At that moment, Bai Wan looked up at the top of the elevator.

Behind the screen, Yan Nanjue felt inexplicably guilty and instinctively looked away, only to realize that Bai Wan couldn’t see her and couldn’t know she was being watched.

In the elevator, Bai Wan retracted her gaze and looked down at her phone. The doors opened slowly, and she stepped out.

This floor was the parking lot, which also led out of the company. It was much more convenient to go to the subway station from this floor than from the main entrance, so she usually left this way.

As Bai Wan walked, she suddenly felt someone watching her. This feeling was present in the elevator too; at first, she thought it was an illusion, but now it had reappeared.

Bai Wan stopped, keenly identifying that the gaze was coming from behind. She turned her head.

In a car in the distance, Luo Shuqing stared at her expressionlessly.

In the next instant, she pulled the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator, and the front of the car headed straight toward Bai Wan!

Bai Wan stood her ground, unmoving.

The engine roared, and the tires ground against the floor, the sound echoing in the empty parking lot.

Just as the car was about to hit her, Luo Shuqing slammed on the brakes. Her body was jolted forward before being jerked back by the seatbelt, the shock making her face go pale.

When the car stopped, it was only a dozen or so centimeters away from Bai Wan.

Luo Shuqing looked at the unmoving Bai Wan outside the window and suddenly burst into laughter, her laugh full of irony, though it was unclear whom it was directed at. Her shoulders shook as she murmured something soundlessly.

Bai Wan could read her lips.

—Lunatic.

It was clearly Luo Shuqing who tried to hit someone with a car, yet she was calling others lunatics.

Bai Wan watched her laugh, but as she laughed, a tear fell from her eye.

She stepped back. “What do you want with me?” A calm inquiry rang out.

Luo Shuqing unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and faced her. “Aren’t you afraid I’d actually hit you?”

“You said it yourself—’dare’. Clearly, you don’t dare.”

Luo Shuqing gritted her teeth. “It’s not that I don’t dare, it’s because…” She suddenly clamped her mouth shut, refusing to say more. She stared at the ever-composed Bai Wan for a dozen seconds before laughing mockingly again.

“Luo Huazhi says I’m a lunatic.”

“You’re the one.”

“Bai Wan, you’re the lunatic hiding under a normal skin, the craziest one of all. I really hate this cold look of yours no matter what happens. What are you pretending for?”

“No, you aren’t pretending. For people you don’t care about, you would step over them and leave even if they died right in front of you.”

How could a normal person stand there so coldly when they were about to be hit by a car, and then ask such a question after the car stopped?

What do you want with me?

Luo Shuqing had never felt so absurd.

Bai Wan lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the slippers on her feet—this meant the person before her had left in a hurry.

“So you came to the company specifically to find me just to say this nonsense?”

She raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed.

Luo Shuqing stared intently at the white jade bracelet on her wrist, her breath hitching. “Of course, for this.”

Seeing the bracelet up close, Luo Shuqing was even more certain—this was Grandma Yan’s.

Once during a summer break in high school when she went to the Yan ancestral home to find Yan Nanjue, she had accidentally heard Grandma Yan and Yan Changqing mention the bracelet. Out of curiosity and unknown reasons, she had asked Grandma Yan to let her see it.

The quality, shape, and feel all matched—it was that one.

…She really gave it to her. It was actually in Bai Wan’s hands.

Luo Shuqing hadn’t been certain when the spy sent the picture. Now seeing the real thing, her heart sank completely. Her arm shook violently before she suddenly let go of Bai Wan’s hand, as if it were something terrifying.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips trembling as she muttered like a madwoman.

“She lied to me… She even lied to herself. What ‘three years’…”

“Congratulations, Bai Wan… No, Lady of the Yan house, Mrs. Yan, Madam Yan…”

Luo Shuqing laughed insanely, two lines of tears streaming down her face.

Bai Wan looked at her coldly. “If you want to go crazy, you’ve found the wrong person.”

Luo Shuqing covered her face, her light-golden hair falling over her face, appearing even lighter under the cold lights of the parking lot. She looked like a flower that had suddenly lost its nutrients—pale, broken, falling into the mud with a breath of wind.

“Bai Wan!”

Loud footsteps echoed at that moment, and a graceful figure suddenly appeared at the stairs.

Bai Wan recognized the familiar voice.

The person covering her face and crying before her also identified the overly familiar voice.

They both knew who was running toward them.