A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 54

It was late at night by the time they left the hospital.

Yan Nanjue asked Assistant Lin about the heroine’s physical condition. She was relieved to hear that everything was normal; the doctor said there were no major issues, only some malnutrition.

Yan Nanjue already knew this. She had been secretly telling the cook to prepare more supplements to help Bai Wan regain the weight she had lost. There was some effect, but it wasn’t obvious—Bai Wan’s body was too depleted to be fixed in just ten days or two weeks.

The car returned to the villa. The next day was the weekend.

As Yan Nanjue went upstairs, she ran into Ji Ziyi, who was leaning against the wall playing a game; she hadn’t slept yet. Hearing footsteps, Ji Ziyi took a moment in the middle of her game to glance up.

“Wanjun told me,” she said, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Yan Nanjue: “About Luo Shuqing?”

“Mm-hmm.”

A victory icon popped up on the screen. Ji Ziyi turned off her phone and walked to the balcony, leaning against the railing to look out at the vast night. The gentle breeze ruffled her long hair.

Yan Nanjue glanced at her. “Her information is certainly well-informed.”

“Luo Huazhi didn’t just call you. I’ve been off the grid lately, so the only two people Luo Shuqing would look for are you and her. Once Wanjun got the call, she sent people to look, so naturally, she knows what happened after,” Ji Ziyi explained.

“How did you and Xiao Qing get to this point? I can’t figure it out.” Ji Ziyi’s voice was like a murmur. “So, it really is just Bai Wan now?”

Her unfinished sentence held another meaning. She was asking about the “other person” who went abroad.

“I don’t want to discuss this topic.” Yan Nanjue turned her head, avoiding her gaze. “Cheng Lian has left A-City. You can go home now.”

“Oh right, it’s the end of the month.” Ji Ziyi stretched and accepted the change of subject with a smile, not mentioning the sensitive topic again. “Thanks for the hospitality these past few days. This big sister is packing up and rolling back to her own place tomorrow.”

After she left, Yan Nanjue stepped toward the edge of the balcony. From this vantage point, she could look down at the small first-floor garden, where Bai Wan’s carefully tended potted plants were kept. The pulsing night wind brought the rich fragrance of flowers—a mix of nameless scents that felt like falling into an ocean of floral dreams.

Bai Wan seems… to really like flowers? Yan Nanjue thought idly, leaning on the railing and looking down.

The wind swept through her slightly curly long hair, picking up a hint of her own scent as it traveled through the corridor and fell before Bai Wan.

The night wind delivered the scent of another person.

The night was as cool as water. Bai Wan smelled the fragrance of roses.

Bai Wan’s usual shampoo was orange blossom. After discovering that the scent was similar to the perfume Yan Nanjue frequently used, she found a chance to replace it. Along with the perfume, she replaced everything that carried the scent of orange blossom.

She had switched to rose.

And now, she smelled rose essential oil on Yan Nanjue. Their scents were still so similar—repelling yet blending into one another.

Bai Qingzhi had secretly told her once that the scent on Yan Nanjue was the same as hers.

Bai Wan lifted her hand to glance at the scar on her palm, but her gaze uncontrollably fell onto the jade bracelet on her wrist. In fact, she didn’t need to ask to guess the other meanings associated with the bracelet. But she didn’t want to know yet.

Bai Wan turned and left the area enveloped by the wind.

Yan Nanjue turned around just in time to see her retreating back. She wondered, “When did the heroine walk over? Not a single footstep.”

【System: I don’t know.】

“You’re getting more and more perfunctory lately…” Yan Nanjue grumbled.

The System snapped: 【How am I being perfunctory? I really don’t know. Didn’t I tell you last time? What I see is roughly the same as you, just a bit wider. She was standing so far away, of course I couldn’t see her.】

Yan Nanjue ignored it and went upstairs. She didn’t like taking the elevator; she walked whenever she could.

The next day, Ji Ziyi checked on Cheng Lian’s movements. Once she confirmed she had left A-City and was safely out of reach, she quickly packed her things to go home. Chen Wanjun drove over to pick her up.

Seeing Yan Nanjue, Chen Wanjun only chatted casually about other things, making no mention of Luo Shuqing. Yan Nanjue breathed a quiet sigh of relief; she really didn’t want to discuss Luo Shuqing with anyone else anymore. Once the girl was sent abroad, she could finally relax.

The weather was a bit hot today. Ji Ziyi had her jacket tied around her waist, twirling her sunglasses casually. “Don’t miss me too much once I’m gone, President Yan.”

“Get lost.”

Ji Ziyi gave her a sloppy, mocking salute and hopped into the passenger seat like a VIP. Chen Wanjun nodded to her. “We’re off.”

As they were leaving, Chen Wanjun caught a glimpse of something in her peripheral vision. She looked over and saw Bai Wan watering flowers in the garden. Bai Wan’s mental state and overall aura were completely different from when she first met her. Current Bai Wan was calmer, her state as steady as water beneath a glacier—cold and swift, yet full of life.

Who changed her? The answer to that question was beyond obvious.

Chen Wanjun tapped the steering wheel, a spark of interest rising. She wondered if her friend would get what she wished for. It was strange—one of her friends had driven herself into madness over unrequited love, and the other, also suffering unrequited love, found a substitute, only to fall for the substitute and break off a years-long friendship over it.

Who could say what the future held? No one.

Chen Wanjun stared at those familiar facial features for a few seconds. No matter how many times she looked, she felt they were alike—especially the eyes—yet their personalities were polar opposites. Bai Wan was ice; the other person was… Chen Wanjun couldn’t say. She wasn’t close to the other woman, but she was certain their personalities were completely different.

Oh well, why think so much? None of these people listen to advice anyway. Chen Wanjun looked straight ahead.

When Yan Nanjue went back inside, Bai Wan was on the phone in the living room. She intended to walk straight past, but caught the word “nursing home.” Her steps slowed, and she stood at the stairs, pretending to send messages on her phone while eavesdropping.

Bai Wan was calling the nursing home?

After listening for a bit, she found it was indeed about Bai Qingzhi’s recent condition. Bai Wan was asking very detailed questions. At the end, she heard Bai Wan say: “…Qingzhi called me earlier; she said her heart felt very uncomfortable… Yes, please keep a close eye on her lately. Is there still no news about a heart donor?”

Yan Nanjue perked up. She knew about this; it was a segment in the original book.

In the original story, Bai Qingzhi’s heart failure occurred after Bai Wan ran away. By the time Bai Wan found out, her sister had been in the ICU for a long time, hovering on the brink of death several times without a suitable heart donor. Bai Qingzhi didn’t make it; she died quietly in the dark of night.

It wasn’t until much later that Bai Wan accidentally discovered a match had been found at the time, but the original host had suppressed the news—as a punishment for Bai Wan running away. She could have lived, but she was forced to pay with her life for the original host’s selfishness.

In the book, Bai Wan learned this after she blackened, and by then, the original host had already passed away. Yan Nanjue could still clearly recall the text describing how the heroine dug up the original host to scatter her ashes.

…If the mission fails, the one being whipped even after death will be me. Yan Nanjue prayed silently. The mission must not fail!

She would succeed! She definitely would!

Bai Wan hung up. Yan Nanjue reacted quickly, stroding up the stairs and only breathing a sigh of relief once she rounded the corner. Almost got caught.

She calculated the time and realized Bai Qingzhi’s illness was due to flare up soon. She immediately sharpened her focus; nothing must happen to Bai Qingzhi. She sent a message to Assistant Lin, telling her to monitor the nursing home and contact her immediately if anything happened.

After Ji Ziyi left, the villa returned to its usual silence.

Yan Nanjue stayed at the villa for two days. Perhaps because the eavesdropped call brought back bad memories, she felt exceptionally guilty whenever she saw Bai Wan lately, instinctively wanting to turn away. She barely managed to restrain herself.

Bai Wan, however, acted as usual.

In the last two days of the month, Yan Nanjue received an invitation from Luo Huazhi. Along with her came an invitation to Luo Shuqing’s graduation art exhibition.

Luo Huazhi had swallowed her pride this time to bring a message from her sister.

“…She begs you to come. If you do, she will willingly get on a plane to go abroad for treatment and won’t disturb you or Bai Wan again. She won’t return to the country or appear before you until she is recovered.”

Luo Huazhi’s tone was still soft. “She said it herself: twenty years of friendship in exchange for one meeting.” She smiled slightly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Twenty years, Nanjue.”

Yan Nanjue looked at the gold-embossed white invitation on the table.

“If that friendship is too thin, then I am issuing a business invitation to you as President Luo. You can treat this as a professional meeting.” Luo Huazhi pushed the invitation toward her. “She is very ill. I want her to receive treatment and recover.”

She looked every bit like a protective elder sister, setting aside her pride just to ensure her sister’s peaceful recovery.

“Fine,” Yan Nanjue said. “I’ll go.”

Luo Huazhi nodded with satisfaction. “I thank you on her behalf.” Faint dark circles were visible under her eyes; she had been exhausted dealing with her sister lately, and her gentle exterior had become a hollow shell.

Luo Huazhi’s tone shifted. “She is a sickness of the heart. Nanjue, please bring your wife along. I want you to completely cut off her delusions, so she doesn’t keep pining for someone back home while she’s abroad. It’s impossible between you two, and you aren’t suited for each other. She is obsessed; after all these years, it’s time she woke up from the fantasy.”

The words were spoken flatly—it was just a statement of fact.

Yan Nanjue only said four words: “Suiting my intentions too.”

Even if Luo Huazhi hadn’t said it, she definitely would have brought Bai Wan. Luo Shuqing was too paranoid—paranoia that hurt both herself and others. Unless she let go of her obsession with the original host, she would eventually cause a disaster.

Luo Huazhi glanced at her gorgeous face and said gently, “Shuqing… she just loved the wrong person. I hope you can understand.”

Yan Nanjue’s heart began to thrum with nervousness. “System, why do I feel like she’s being sarcastic?”

【System: Trust your gut. She is.】

“Why?”

【Do you even need to ask? Although the Luo mother dotes on the daughter, she was away on business with her husband for most of the girl’s childhood. She only retired recently. Who do you think pampered the girl into that personality?】

Yan Nanjue understood. It turned out Luo Huazhi was a closeted sister-con. No wonder she still felt the need to throw shade even after she accepted the invitation.