A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 64

“You’re joking, right, System… I’m a very civilized drinker. When I’m drunk, I just go straight to sleep. I’ve never made a scene in my life. This couldn’t possibly be me, it definitely isn’t…”

Yan Nanjue suppressed the panic in her heart and swallowed hard. “Right, it definitely wasn’t me.”

System: 【Oh.】

“…”

She must still be drunk.

Yan Nanjue pinched her own soft flesh twice. The pain made her grit her teeth. It wasn’t a dream, which meant everything the System said was true…

Waaaaah, what am I going to do? I’m doomed…

“Was I tied up by the heroine because I went crazy?” Yan Nanjue asked, clinging to the last shred of hope.

【Yes.】

“What on earth did I do…”

The System began to list her “achievements” one by one. 【Aside from pestering her for water, kicking the pillows and blankets all over the floor, almost leaking the secret about Su Changyin, calling Luo Shuqing a ‘professional workaholic,’ vomiting on the carpet in the middle of the night, using your waist chain to leash the heroine like a dog, and taking advantage of her multiple times… there wasn’t really much else.】

“…”

System: 【Do you have any further excuses? I recall someone claiming just yesterday that she was a ‘civilized drinker’ who just sleeps and doesn’t stir up trouble or cause incidents.】

Yan Nanjue covered her face with her hands, utterly speechless. Her behavior in the real world wasn’t this bad; how did it turn into this?

She thought resentfully: I am never drinking again.

Right at that moment, the sound of a key card swiping reached her ears. Yan Nanjue’s breath hitched in nervousness. The door clicked shut, and footsteps approached the bedroom.

Before she could mentally prepare herself, she was caught off guard by Bai Wan’s cold yet beautiful face. Her breathing stalled.

What do I do, what do I do… how do I explain last night? Should I just say I drank too much and don’t remember anything? Will she believe me? She isn’t angry, is she?

Bai Wan’s gaze traveled from her face down to her now-untied hands. Neither of them spoke, and a weird silence filled the room.

Yan Nanjue felt a chill down her spine. Biting the tip of her tongue, she broke the silence first. “What time is it?”

“Noon.”

As Bai Wan spoke, she began walking toward her. Yan Nanjue’s high-strung nerves reacted, and she instinctively took half a step back. Realizing her reaction, she froze, screaming internally.

Useless legs! What are you doing?!

Bai Wan didn’t seem to notice the minor hiccup and kept walking. As she closed the distance, Yan Nanjue forced herself to maintain a cold, arrogant mask, acting as if nothing had happened as she looked down at Bai Wan.

Bai Wan came closer—close enough that Yan Nanjue could smell her scent. It was elegant, primarily a woody pine mixed with a hint of tea. The ethereal fragrance followed her long seaweed-like hair as it brushed past Yan Nanjue’s shoulder. Bai Wan leaned over to retrieve her phone from under the pillow.

It seemed she had only come over for her phone. Yet, Yan Nanjue’s body couldn’t relax.

Bai Wan took her phone and turned to leave the bedroom without a word. Yan Nanjue’s nerves tightened again—she hadn’t even said anything yet, how could the heroine just walk away?

She called out to her just before she reached the door.

Bai Wan turned halfway, standing by the doorframe. Her high nose bridge cast a faint shadow across her perfect profile.

“Bai Wan, did you tie my hands?” Yan Nanjue asked coldly.

Bai Wan’s fingers brushed against the cool metal of her phone. She turned around fully. “Yes.”

Yan Nanjue frowned and gritted her teeth. “How dare you?”

Bai Wan’s tone was as flat as if she were describing the weather. “You caused a lot of trouble last night. Tying your hands was for your own safety and my own peace of mind.”

She stepped closer, close enough for Yan Nanjue to see the faint dark circles under her eyes. Yan Nanjue immediately felt guilty, her eyes shifting away for a split second.

Bai Wan asked: “Or do you not remember what you did while you were drunk?”

Yan Nanjue truly didn’t remember; everything she knew was from the System’s description. She had blacked out completely, recalling only that she had been drinking.

“Regardless of what happened last night, what I said or what I did—forget all of it.” She pressed her fingers to her throbbing temple, adding a stern warning: “Every bit of it.”

Bai Wan remained silent.

Being stared at like that made Yan Nanjue’s skin crawl, but she held onto her crumbling persona. “I asked if you understood. Answer me.”

Bai Wan lifted her gaze, her eyes sweeping over Yan Nanjue’s face. She countered: “What exactly did you do last night?”

Yan Nanjue was momentarily speechless. Why is the heroine not following the script?! She couldn’t take it anymore; she wanted to scream in her head! AHHHH!

System: 【…?】

Bai Wan’s voice was slow and casual. “Did anything even happen last night?” She held her phone in one hand and lightly tapped it against the palm of her other hand. The movement was nonchalant, almost playful.

Inexplicably, Yan Nanjue read a hint of mischievous teasing in that sentence. Wait… is she doing this on purpose? Purposely avoiding a direct answer and using this ambiguous attitude with me? No way, what would she gain from that?

Doubt blossomed in her heart. She stopped rubbing her temple and used her arm as cover to peek at Bai Wan, only to be caught red-handed.

Yan Nanjue felt like she was suffocating. She scrambled for a way to speak, but a melodic ringtone suddenly broke the tension—it was Bai Wan’s phone.

Bai Wan looked down and answered. “Mm, I’ll be there shortly.”

Whose call is that? Yan Nanjue pricked up her ears to eavesdrop. It was Bai Wan’s talkative Omega colleague; they seemed to have plans for lunch, and Bai Wan had only come back for her phone.

Hanging up, Bai Wan looked at her. “Have Lin Furuo return it to me.” She placed something on the table and walked out.

It wasn’t until the door clicked shut that Yan Nanjue felt like she’d woken from a dream. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths to recover, dazed as she touched her own face.

I’m already lacking confidence when facing her, and now I feel even guiltier… I don’t even dare to breathe properly.

“This behavior… she isn’t angry, is she? Is she mad? How mad is she?”

System: 【You guess.】

Yan Nanjue couldn’t stand rhetorical questions right now and shivered. “Speak properly!”

【I don’t think so.】

“Remove the ‘think’!”

【She isn’t.】

Yan Nanjue gritted her teeth. “I don’t know if the heroine is doing it on purpose, but you definitely are, System.”

【I am not.】

Yan Nanjue was too lazy to argue. Her gaze found the table, and she froze as she looked at what was left behind. It was Bai Wan’s room card.

“Why did she give me the card?” She murmured. If that was the case, it seemed Bai Wan wasn’t angry?

Yan Nanjue cautiously opened the Blackening Value panel. The moment it popped up, she squeezed her eyes shut, afraid to look. After a while, she opened one eye and looked at the number with extreme caution.

CLATTER.

The room card slipped from her relaxed palm and hit the carpet with a dull thud.

“System… System, come out quickly. My vision is a bit blurry. Help me see what number this is.”

The System sent a question mark. 【Stop acting dumb… wait, huh?】

Both of them stared at the panel.

【Current Blackening Value for Bai Wan: 33/100】

【System: Wow.】

Yan Nanjue repeated dully: “Wow.”

Is this a number I’m allowed to see while sober? Only a third of the value remained. The circular bubble representing the value was mostly empty; the piercing crimson was gone, replaced by a pleasing azure blue.

Yan Nanjue felt lightheaded. She touched her forehead—not hot. She wasn’t sick. She pinched herself again, much harder this time, and it hurt so much she jerked her hand away.

“System, System…” Yan Nanjue’s eyes lit up bit by bit. “The Blackening Value is down to a third! A third!!”

“How did this happen… I went on a drunken rampage, right? It was a miracle she wasn’t angry, so why did it drop so much? Is she happy? Why?”

If getting drunk could drop the value this much, Yan Nanjue felt she might not need to quit drinking. She could even have a few more glasses at the right time.

【Sigh.】 Facing her barrage of questions, the System fell into thought and scrolled through the logs. Ten points had dropped gradually last night, and two points had dropped just now. Wait, just now?

【System: I don’t know either. Could my previous advice have worked?】

“What advice?”

【You asked why everyone thought you liked the heroine. I said let them misunderstand. Last night she asked you again, and I told you to say you liked her. You did.】

Yan Nanjue froze. A question mark slowly appeared over her head. “…Excuse me? You mean, under your instigation, I confessed to her?”

【Not exactly. She asked, you answered.】

“What’s the difference between that and a confession?!”

【The difference is she brought it up and you just answered. A confession should be initiated by you.】

Yan Nanjue wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Finally, looking at the value so close to zero, she gritted her teeth. “Whatever. I don’t remember last night anyway. I’ll act like it never happened. Whatever she thinks is her business, as long as the value doesn’t go up.”

I’ll do it! Everything for the mission!

She picked up the card. A knock came from the door. “Room service.”

A server pushed in a cart. “Hello, here is the hangover soup you requested, along with some medication specifically for guests who have been drinking. Here are the instructions.”

Yan Nanjue looked at the soup and medicine. Her head hurt and her stomach felt unsettled—typical hangover symptoms. These items arrived right on time.

System: 【Take the medicine. Don’t complain about the bitterness.】

Yan Nanjue’s messy thoughts were scattered by the voice. She made a face, popped a few pills, and swallowed them with the soup. The back of her tongue was coated in an indescribable medicinal taste.

I should have thrown them away behind the System’s back.

System: 【I can hear you.】

Yan Nanjue looked down guiltily. Seeing the mess she’d made of the bedroom, she felt even worse. She took the room card and called Lin Furuo to the room to have someone clean it up.

Assistant Lin, who had played until dawn and slept for six hours, was back in full “Top Assistant” mode. Yan Nanjue took out the thin card. “Her room card. Find a time to return it to her privately.”

Assistant Lin looked surprised. “You slept in the Madam’s room last night?”