A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 61

An Yimeng dismissed the idle thoughts in her mind and withdrew her gaze. With the big boss present, the noise in the restaurant had quieted down significantly.

Midway through the dinner, a colleague brought up the topic of dating preferences. Their eyes unconsciously swept over Bai Wan; almost everyone at the table had been in a relationship before, and it seemed the only “traditionally single” Omega was Bai Wan.

“Hey, Xiao Bai, have you ever thought about what kind of partner you’d want in the future? Just curious, I’m not playing matchmaker.”

Bai Wan lowered her lashes, her voice flat: “I haven’t thought about it.”

The colleague continued, “Is Xiao Bai a non-marriage advocate?”

An Yimeng knew her temperament—she didn’t like saying much to people she wasn’t close to. She smiled and answered for Bai Wan, “Oh, it’s not that. Xiao Bai just doesn’t have anyone she likes yet. Whether to find a partner is her choice; it’s not a requirement. When she meets someone she likes, she’ll naturally go for it.”

The colleague joked, “That’s true. I just find it a bit incredible—with Xiao Bai’s looks, she could find anyone she wanted. I was actually surprised when I heard she’s never dated. A beautiful Omega like her shouldn’t lack pursuers.”

An Yimeng smoothed things over with some vague chatter, sipping her mango juice. She leaned in and whispered curiously, “But Xiao Bai, I’m a little curious too—do you have any criteria for a partner?”

Bai Wan’s fingertips traced the rim of her glass. The tip of her tongue held the faint sweetness and lingering tartness of orange juice.

“…Not really.”

An Yimeng froze, her eyes widening. “Wait, by saying that… don’t tell me you already have someone in mind? Who is it?”

“No, no, no… since you put it that way, holy crap, do you already have a partner?”

Bai Wan nodded slightly. In a legal sense, she did.

An Yimeng was stunned. “How come you never mentioned it? Everyone just assumes you’re single.”

Bai Wan offered only three words: “You didn’t ask.”

An Yimeng: “…”

“Fine then,” An Yimeng let out a dramatic, mock-heavy sigh. “I wasn’t close to you before, so I was embarrassed to ask. When I first met you and said hi, your face was so cold I actually didn’t like you much. You see, your person is cold, your voice is cold… back then I thought you were a bit too arrogant and indifferent, with nothing going for you but that face.”

Bai Wan: “It wasn’t personal. I’m like that with everyone.”

“I can tell,” An Yimeng nodded with deep understanding. She sighed again, “You really are a dark horse. Can I see what your partner looks like? I promise, just one look. You know I’m a total sucker for visuals; I just want to see if your partner’s face matches yours.”

She looked at Bai Wan expectantly. Bai Wan didn’t find her annoying; An Yimeng was talkative and lively. She hadn’t understood why the girl insisted on sticking to her at first, but later realized she was a pure visual enthusiast who talked twice as much when facing someone beautiful.

She gently shook her head.

An Yimeng was a bit disappointed. “Keeping it a secret, huh…”

Bai Wan: “I don’t have any [photos].”

An Yimeng paused, her eyes changing as she filled in the blanks herself. “It’s okay if there are no photos, I trust your taste!”

Bai Wan didn’t defend herself. Her gaze swept over her phone, and she instinctively opened her photo gallery. It was sparse—mostly work documents and important screenshots. She didn’t have the habit of taking photos; whether of herself or others, photos were meaningless to her.

As the dinner ended, the high-level executives left first. Yan Nanjue’s gaze swept the room once more, her expression indifferent as if merely glancing around. Lin Furuo was whispering a report by her side, while a director followed behind them, nodding and bowing with excessive diligence.

Bai Wan lowered her eyes, letting that gaze sweep over her.

The path back to the hotel after the meal passed by the beach. Bai Wan paused, looking at the dark blue sea. This area was an open recreation zone; pale gold sand was dampened by the rising tide, swirling into the waves and returning to the vast ocean.

An Yimeng, having eaten too much, leaned against the railing and asked where she planned to go during the free time.

Seeing Bai Wan didn’t reply, she misinterpreted it: “The next two days are free time. They call it ‘team-building,’ but it’s really a company-funded vacation. Chairman Yan is very kind, and the Yan Group benefits are famously good. Paid travel—just thinking about it is great.”

Chatting, the two entered the elevator. Their rooms were adjacent on the same floor.

Bai Wan closed her door, and the room returned to silence, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. She took a shower, washing away the various scents she had picked up. As a high-level Omega, she was exceptionally sensitive to smells and hated having messy odors on her.

As she stepped out wrapped in a bath towel, her phone chimed.

[An Yimeng: Xiao Lv and the others are going to the beach later, then hit the nearby night market. Xiao Bai, you coming?]

[Bai Wan: I’m not feeling well, so I’ll pass.]

[An Yimeng: OK, is it serious?]

[Bai Wan: It’s fine.]

[An Yimeng: Call me if you feel really bad. The hotel isn’t far from the hospital, there’s a pharmacy downstairs, and room service can deliver medicine too.]

Bai Wan set down her phone. The sound of a hairdryer whirred in the quiet room. A moment later, she turned it off and sat by the window, overlooking the night and the sea. The city lights were beginning to glow. A sea breeze carrying a faint saltiness blew through the crack in the window. She gazed at the boundless sea, her thoughts drifting.

“She followed me here…” she murmured to herself, her voice a mere breath.

As the night grew darker, the phone rang several times. Bai Wan didn’t open it immediately. After a while, she pulled herself out of her thoughts. Just as she was about to swipe the notification, her eyes were faster than her hands, catching the name on the screen.

She paused for two seconds. It was the person she was just thinking about.

Bai Wan’s thumb moved, and she opened the notification with a calm expression.

[Yan Nanjue: This is Chen Wanjun. We are at the rooftop lounge. Both she and A-Yi are drunk. If it’s convenient, could you come pick up A-Yan?]

Bai Wan sat upright by the window, her gaze fixed on the glowing screen. She didn’t want to go looking for trouble. A drunk, emotionally unstable lunatic—it was obvious what kind of trouble she would bring to her during team-building.

After a long silence, her lips moved soundlessly. She seemed to be cursing something under her breath, but the sound was so faint it felt like an illusion.

Bai Wan stood up.

She left her room, took the elevator to the top floor, pushed through the crowded lounge area, and opened the door to the private booth.

Chen Wanjun sat in the middle with her legs crossed, looking at a tablet. To her right, two drunks were making a scene—one was dragging the other to perform a skit, while the other played the “straight man.”

Ji Ziyi looked like she had found a soulmate. “You get me, Old Yan, you get me! I’m telling you, you can’t date those controlling types!”

Yan Nanjue was much quieter, giving a forceful “Mm,” and patting Ji Ziyi’s head much like she would pat Bai Qingzhi. Her expression remained cold, but her scarlet lips moved.

Bai Wan’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, her gaze showing a hint of surprise.

…What Yan Nanjue actually said was: “How can she talk like a human? So weird.”

Chen Wanjun looked up toward the door, uncrossed her legs, and stood. “I can’t take them both back. Assistant Lin applied for leave in advance and is out playing tonight, so I had to trouble you. I hope I’m not interrupting your company trip?”

“You are.”

Bai Wan’s answer was just those two words.

A rare look of amusement appeared in Chen Wanjun’s eyes. She said it was an interruption, yet the person had still come. She picked up a magazine, rolled it up, and tapped Ji Ziyi on the shoulder. One of the drunks looked back at her. She pulled up Ji Ziyi, who was nearly a puddle of mush, and supported her patiently. Among the three, she was the only one who hadn’t drunk and remained sober.

“Drunk people have soft legs. Please support A-Yan; if you hold her too loosely, she might fall.”

Chen Wanjun left with one of the drunks.

Inside the booth, Yan Nanjue leaned against the sofa, her eyes half-open as she looked up dizzily. Bai Wan’s face was cold as she looked straight at the drunk Alpha.

“Come here.”

Yan Nanjue tilted her head slightly, seemingly trying to figure out who she was.

[System: Listen to her. You can trust her, but not too much.]

A strange voice echoed in her head. Driven by some unknown force, Yan Nanjue stood up. Her legs were weak as she walked to Bai Wan, grabbing the other’s arm for stability and pressing her body against her.

Bai Wan’s frame stiffened for a moment. She asked, “Can you walk?”

Naturally, there was no answer. A drunk person couldn’t understand her words, only knowing to use her as a human crutch. Breath scented with alcohol brushed against the skin of Bai Wan’s neck, causing that area to turn a faint red.

Bai Wan frowned deeply. She closed her eyes, cast aside the sudden surge of emotion, and turned her back, slightly bending her knees. She gripped Yan Nanjue’s legs firmly, carried her back to the room, and threw her onto the bed.

Yan Nanjue raised a hand on the quilt, seemingly uncomfortable, and adjusted her posture herself. A thin layer of sweat had broken out on her skin; strands of hair stuck to her snow-white cheek, and one strand was even caught between her red lips. A bright sheen of moisture covered her scarlet lips, and her lip tubercle was slightly retracted.

Even the corners of her eyes were flushed red, looking as if they had been rubbed gently by a thumb. Against the surrounding pale skin, it gave her an indescribable, haunting beauty—a far cry from her usual appearance.

Bai Wan stared at the person who had so arrogantly taken over her bed. Her nose was full of the scent of alcohol. She rested her right hand on her neck, staring at the person on the bed, and suddenly realized something, her brow furrowing tighter than ever before.

Why did she waste time picking up a drunk? She even carried the drunk back to her room and put her on her own bed. On the way up, passing door after door, she clearly had countless opportunities to regret it, turn around, and leave. Yet she had ended up standing before Yan Nanjue in the end.

“…”

The person was already back. Bai Wan closed her eyes. …Fine, I’ll ask Lin Furuo for Yan Nanjue’s room number later. There are plenty of people who can take care of her.

Thinking this, Bai Wan turned to leave the bedroom. Her room was an upgraded suite with a small living area outside the bedroom. She wet a towel, wrung it until it stopped dripping, and turned around.

In that short time, the person inside had opened her eyes. She struggled out of bed, stood up unsteadily, and gripped the doorframe with one hand, seemingly trying to walk out on her own despite her blurred consciousness.

Bai Wan met the drunk head-on with the towel. She watched patiently for two seconds, only to see Yan Nanjue’s legs give way as her body went limp and fell forward.

Bai Wan instinctively reached out to catch her. The drunk fell into her arms, slamming firmly against her shoulder.

Bai Wan said nothing, but the drunk let out a forceful “Mm,” resting her head against Bai Wan’s neck for a long time without lifting it, even rubbing against her almost imperceptibly.

Fine strands of hair tickled her skin with a slight itchiness. Her breath also spilled onto Bai Wan’s collarbone; the temperature was scalding, containing a lingering, intoxicating scent of wine. She was closer than before, nestled completely into the crook of Bai Wan’s shoulder with no barrier between them.

Her breath felt like magma that would ignite at a touch—or perhaps just a tiny spark that unexpectedly scorched Bai Wan. This touch passed through the skin, feeling as though it were branded into Bai Wan’s very flesh.