A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 63

“The one and only Bai Wan.”

Bai Wan repeated the phrase, her voice barely a whisper.

A powerful sensation of contraction tightened her heart. A numbing, tingling feeling surged from her pinched fingertips, boiling through her veins to every extremity of her body. Even her spine felt numb. It was as if a handful of crushed snow had melted in her palm, the icy water flowing everywhere across her fingers.

She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head slightly as if she found the words hilarious.

What was so funny? She didn’t know.

Bai Wan wanted to say that the person before her was lying, but the words stagnated on the tip of her tongue, meeting an unprecedented blockage. She was forced into silence, her cold retorts stuck in her throat.

The room fell into stillness.

Bai Wan lowered her eyelids, her long lashes veiling her pupils. She stared at the damp towel in her hand, her expression somewhere between a cry and a smile. It was the inexplicable feeling of a believer who had forsaken their god, only to receive a sudden response after leaving.

A feeling she had never experienced before.

A drop of water slid from her fingertip and fell onto the plush carpet. This invisible droplet sent ripples through her heart. It struck her soul.

The one and only. This drop of water was unique. It transformed into a drenching spring rain, extinguishing the long-burning wildfires on the plains.

The drunk, tired of waiting for a response, gave her a strange look and struggled to push herself up. In the next instant, the kneeling drunk lost her balance and tumbled toward her, falling into her embrace once again.

Bai Wan almost suspected she was doing it on purpose. Otherwise, why would she fall into her arms so perfectly every single time?

Yan Nanjue fumbled as she climbed up her shoulders, her arms circling Bai Wan’s neck. She lowered her head, resting it in the crook of Bai Wan’s shoulder. “Bai Wan…”

“Go away.”

“Get away from me.”

“Don’t touch me, Yan Nanjue.”

Bai Wan’s voice was icy, but she didn’t move. She didn’t react at all, as if the connection between her brain and body had been severed, leaving her only able to let the person hold her.

“Yan Nanjue, I hate you.” She lowered her eyes and stubbornly repeated, “I hate you.”

“Why?”

Yan Nanjue lifted her head, revealing a stunning face beneath her black hair. Her eyes showed obvious confusion, not understanding why she would say that about her, and her brow was slightly furrowed.

Her eyes were her best feature—like peach blossoms, the slightly upturned corners stained with red. The base of her long lashes was damp with physiological tears, clumping them together. Her pupils were dark and bright as she looked up from Bai Wan’s chest, her scarlet lips slightly parted as if asking for a kiss.

Bai Wan pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth; her heart skipped a beat. She raised her hand and covered those jet-black eyes.

Stop looking at her. Stop getting close to her. Stop saying things like that to her.

Her palm felt itchy—the sensation of lashes brushing against it. Bai Wan’s chest felt inexplicably stifled and heavy. She decided she really did hate the smell of alcohol, and she hated the drunk in front of her even more.

Get rid of her. Immediately. This couldn’t go on.

She released her grip, letting Yan Nanjue sit on the edge of the bed, then walked to the desk by the window to call Lin Furuo.

It took two calls for the other end to pick up. The background noise was chaotic; Lin Furuo seemed to be somewhere crowded. She covered the receiver and walked to a quiet spot, though the music and shouting still drifted through.

“Madam, do you have instructions?”

Bai Wan asked, “Your President Yan is drunk. Come pick her up and take her back to her room.”

“Oh my,” Lin Furuo said with slight surprise. “I’m a bit far from the hotel right now. There’s an all-night music festival in H-City, and I’m out playing. Is President Yan very drunk?”

Bai Wan tapped her fingers on the desk, a hint of confusion in her eyes. “You’re at a music festival?”

Lin Furuo said with a smile, “Is Madam surprised? I’m a regular person too; I have my own life and hobbies outside of work. President Yan approved my leave tonight, so I really can’t make it back anytime soon.”

“However, since Madam is there, why don’t you send President Yan back to her room first? I’ll arrange for someone to take care of her afterward. I’m sorry to trouble you.”

“Her room—”

Bai Wan’s voice stopped abruptly. Her right hand was caught, and a cool, hard sensation wrapped around it circle by circle. Yan Nanjue had somehow unfastened that silver waist chain—one end was looped around her own wrist, and the other was now being wound around Bai Wan’s.

“Madam? Madam?” Lin Furuo’s voice sounded distant through the receiver.

Bai Wan lowered her eyes, looking at the silver chain connecting her to Yan Nanjue. Her voice was heavy. “What are you doing?”

Yan Nanjue tightened the loop with satisfaction. This way, she didn’t have to worry about the heroine suddenly running away. She leaned against the carpet by the bed, maintaining her raised hand, and as if having completed a mission, her eyelids grew heavy. She fell asleep leaning against the bed.

“Madam?”

Bai Wan snapped back to reality. “…She fell asleep.”

Lin Furuo, sensing something amidst the noisy music, tentatively gave the room number. “Then I’ll have to trouble Madam for the night. I won’t be back at the hotel until dawn.” Having finished, she waited patiently for a response.

“Mm.”

A soft sound came through the receiver. Lin Furuo knew her guess was correct, smiled, hung up, and went back to having fun.

Bai Wan crouched down. Her wrist, loosely bound by Yan Nanjue with the silver chain, hung in the air.

“What does this mean? Leashing a dog?”

She pinched the base of Yan Nanjue’s misbehaving finger, leaving two shallow crescent marks. The latter’s fingertips curled slightly and turned over to cover Bai Wan’s hand.

Bai Wan stared at her for a long time. She unfastened the silver chain, carried her to the bed, and sat back by the window. In the room lit only by a single wall lamp, she watched the person on the bed.

As the night grew deep, a knock sounded at the door. Recognizing the familiar voice outside, Bai Wan got up to open it.

It was indeed An Yimeng, holding two fragrant bags. “Xiao Bai, I brought you some midnight snacks. I saw you didn’t eat much on the bus today, and you only had a tiny bit at dinner.”

Bai Wan didn’t refuse her kindness and took the bags. “Thank you.”

“There’s spicy and non-spicy, take your pick. Are you still feeling unwell? I thought you’d be asleep by now and was going to go straight to my room, but I knocked because I was worried.”

Bai Wan: “I will be soon.”

“Alright then, I’ll head back.” An Yimeng was about to turn away when a sound came from inside the room, like something being knocked over. Her eyes widened instantly. “You have a friend over?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted not thinking. Someone appearing in a hotel room late at night—combining those factors, was it really hard to guess why? Wait, didn’t Bai Wan have a partner? So is she…

An Yimeng felt she had discovered some scandalous truth. Too guilty to look up, she scrambled for an excuse to flee. Bai Wan saw the expression on her face and knew what she was misinterpreting.

“It’s my girlfriend.”

An Yimeng’s eyes widened again. “Your girlfriend? She’s here too?”

“Yes.”

An Yimeng breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed she had overthought it. But for Bai Wan’s girlfriend to come here to find her—was their relationship that good? “You should have said so! I won’t bother you two. I’m going back to binge-watch my show. Tomorrow… if you’re free and want to go out, let me know.”

She scurried off with her own snacks, not wanting to disturb the couple, secretly thinking that Bai Wan was quite the quiet romantic.

Returning to the room, Bai Wan found that Yan Nanjue had kicked the pillows and quilt off the bed, along with the AC remote on the nightstand.

Yan Nanjue’s eyes were closed, her lips moving. “Water…”

Bai Wan’s face was cold as she bent to pick everything up. “There is none.”

Watching Yan Nanjue kick the quilt she had just picked up right back off the bed, Bai Wan’s temple throbbed. She found a bath towel and used it to bind Yan Nanjue’s hands together.

“If you make any more trouble, I’m leaving you be.”

The Alpha with bound hands struggled briefly, her eyes moving beneath her lids, her brow furrowed in displeasure. Her mood only softened when honey water was fed to her. She held the cup with her bound hands and took small sips. When she’d had enough, she lay back and fell into a deep sleep.

What she didn’t know was that after she slept, the other person in the room sat with her chin in her hand, watching her for a long time. So long that the whole world returned to silence, leaving only the sound of waves pushing onto the shore, breaking and vanishing. Even the sound of breathing gradually merged into the darkness.

Perhaps not just breathing—everything merged into the darkness before dawn, becoming a secret swept away by the sea.

Yan Nanjue opened her eyes.

Her head throbbed, and her temples felt bloated. The ceiling above was unfamiliar. It took her a long time to remember she was in a hotel.

What happened yesterday? Did Ji Ziyi talk her into drinking? Holy crap, I got drunk yesterday!

In a panic, she instinctively tried to push herself up, only to feel resistance at her hands. She looked down and found both hands tied together with a bath towel in a slipknot. There was room for movement, but she couldn’t break free.

Yan Nanjue was stunned. What the hell is this? Did I tie my own hands after getting drunk???

【System: Why don’t you look around?】

Yan Nanjue looked up. After taking in the surroundings, her expression froze.

Holy crap… This wasn’t her room. Whose room was she in? Who picked her up? And who tied her hands? Wait, did she become one of those CEOs who gets drunk, goes to the wrong room, and has a one-night stand with a “little white flower” heroine? Was the plot really going to be that cliché?

【System: . 】

Yan Nanjue looked like she’d seen a ghost. “System, say something! System, System! The plot isn’t doing this to me, is it?! Where did you go?! Help! I’ve been set up!”

【System: Shut up. That’s the protagonist’s role. Are you the protagonist?】

The familiar, faint sarcasm settled her. But then she grew confused again. “Then whose room am I in? Ji Ziyi’s? How do I get this off my hands? I don’t know how to untie it.”

【System: Use your teeth to grab the knot in the middle and pull down.】

Yan Nanjue followed the instructions. The towel slid off. The knot was perfectly tied—impossible for a drunk to undo, yet not tight enough to hurt.

“Who did this? How dare they tie me up!”

Don’t they know she’s a cold, overbearing CEO!

【System: The heroine.】

…Who?

The System stayed silent. Yan Nanjue suddenly realized something. Her voice trembled. “This is… the heroine’s room?”

【System: Yes.】

Yan Nanjue: “…” She was going to die.

【System: Don’t die yet. Not only did you occupy her bed and sleep in her room all night, you made a scene in front of her, tormented her back and forth, and nearly let your persona collapse—almost leaking the name Su Changyin. In the middle of the night, you vomited in her room, leaving her with nowhere to sleep and forcing her to clean up at dawn while taking care of a drunk like you.】

Yan Nanjue: “………………”

She was dead.