A Scummy Alpha Supporting Character Accidentally Marks the Heroine After Transmigrating into a Book (GL) - Chapter 65

“Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t be asking.”

The question hit a sore spot. Yan Nanjue shot a mild glare at Lin Furuo, who lowered her head with her usual professional smile, though her demeanor now was worlds apart from the “Assistant Lin” Yan Nanjue had first met.

“Understood. I will hand it over to the Madam.”

Yan Nanjue eyed her suspiciously. “Is Assistant Lin secretly laughing?”

【System: Yes.】

Yan Nanjue felt a surge of secret annoyance. “Assistant Lin is becoming more and more over the top lately.”

The System remained silent.

Yan Nanjue rubbed her temple, dismissed Assistant Lin, and headed to the bathroom to wash off the scent of alcohol. Just as she took off her clothes and was about to toss them into the laundry basket, her nose caught a scent, and her movements stalled.

She lowered her head and sniffed her collar, detecting a different fragrance beneath the smell of booze.

Black tea and amber—it was the perfume Bai Wan wore.

But there was another scent she couldn’t quite place at first—familiar, something she had smelled before. Yan Nanjue knit her brows. Did Bai Wan change perfumes again? No, the previous scent is still there, so this new one is…

A name was on the tip of her tongue.

Jasmine.

It was the scent of jasmine. It wasn’t perfume; it was Bai Wan’s pheromones.

Yan Nanjue froze, a hint of disbelief rising in her eyes. She had perceived this scent up close once before. These were Bai Wan’s pheromones, but she remembered that pheromones only emerged during moments of intense emotion.

…It seemed she had truly infuriated Bai Wan last night, to the point that her pheromones leaked out.

Guiltily, Yan Nanjue tucked the scented side of the clothes inward and wondered: If Bai Wan was that angry, why on earth did the Blackening Value drop instead of rise?

Her head hurt; she couldn’t remember. If she couldn’t remember, she wouldn’t think about it. She didn’t want to recall last night anyway—it was all the fault of that hateful System for instigating her to say those things to Bai Wan!

Yan Nanjue loosened her grip and dropped the clothes into the basket. Her fingers brushed against her empty waist, and she felt a sudden sense of loss. After finishing her shower, she realized her waist chain was missing.

She searched the laundry basket—no chain. she retraced her steps to the living room—still no sign of it.

【System: What are you looking for?】

“My waist chain,” Yan Nanjue muttered. “It cost over a hundred thousand; it was quite expensive.”

Unable to find the accessory anywhere, she dried her hair while thinking back carefully. She realized she hadn’t seen the chain since she woke up. A bad feeling washed over her—did she leave it in Bai Wan’s room?

【System: Probably. I don’t recall.】

“I’ll have Assistant Lin look for it for me.”

The System was puzzled: 【Why don’t you just go back and look?】

Yan Nanjue refused immediately. “I am not doing that.” She was absolutely not going to the heroine’s room a second time!

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After drying her hair and changing into new clothes, Yan Nanjue took the elevator downstairs. The hotel grounds were vast. Ji Ziyi’s room was on the first floor, in the backyard near the sea—a room like an independent small villa with the beach right outside the gate.

When she arrived, Chen Wanjun was sitting under a parasol in the backyard reading a book, a bookmark lying on the table beside her.

“Where is she?”

Chen Wanjun took off her sunglasses, placed the bookmark in the pages, and squinted at the distant sea. “Surfing.”

Yan Nanjue felt a surge of respect for Ji Ziyi’s stamina. They both got drunk, yet while Yan Nanjue’s head still throbbed, Ji Ziyi was energetically out at sea.

She sat down under the parasol. To her right was a swimming pool with blue tiles; the sunlight was perfect, making the water surface sparkle just like the ocean.

“How long have you been down here?” she asked.

Chen Wanjun’s room was also on one of the top floors. Among them, only Ji Ziyi loved to play and specifically booked a room by the sea.

Chen Wanjun set her book on the table and took a sip of a specialty drink. “Since early morning.”

“She sobered up early. As soon as she woke, she messaged me to come down and keep her company.” She shook her head with a faint smile. “Turns out she just wanted me to watch her surf.”

Chen Wanjun asked, “And you?”

Yan Nanjue felt a bit tense. “Woke up not long ago.” She paused, then added as if casually, “I drank too much yesterday, and afterward…”

Chen Wanjun glanced at her sideways, her gaze returning to the blue horizon. “Bai Wan came to pick you up. I don’t know what happened after that, but you were quite drunk. It’s been a long time since you’ve been to a drinking party; your tolerance has regressed, President Yan,” she said softly.

Yan Nanjue guiltily looked away, following her gaze toward the sea. “Did she say anything when she got to the lounge?”

Chen Wanjun rested a finger against her cheek. “She seemed to say you were interrupting her team-building event. Her tone didn’t sound like she was angry, though.”

Yan Nanjue simultaneously wanted to know what happened while she was drunk and was terrified to find out, fearing the truth was even more exaggerated than the System’s description. Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but secretly curse the System.

Chen Wanjun said calmly, “You’re too tense, A-Yan.”

“Bai Wan…” She remembered something and couldn’t help but smile. “She probably wouldn’t get angry with you over such a small matter.” After all, the moment Bai Wan entered the private room, her gaze was fixed on Yan Nanjue. Even during the few minutes they spoke, Bai Wan had looked past her several times at the two drunks behind her.

Or rather, at one of the two drunks.

Yan Nanjue wore a cold expression. “So what if she’s angry? Who cares about the feelings of someone like her? Picking me up is what she should do as Mrs. Yan. It’s a trivial matter.”

Chen Wanjun saw through her but didn’t say anything, her eyes following Ji Ziyi, whose figure was becoming a blur in the distance. She watched Ji Ziyi paddle toward the crest of a wave. The lifeguards on the shore were worried sick by this young lady, but she maneuvered through the waves with ease, her agile body moving like a fish in water.

The blue sea and white foam shone brilliantly under the sun, but the person riding the waves was even more radiant.

Yan Nanjue looked at Ji Ziyi, then at Chen Wanjun, and keenly noticed something from those two brief glances.

Chen Wanjun was born with a weak constitution. Her entire childhood and adolescence were spent with the bitter taste of medicine and the lingering smell of disinfectant in hospitals. Even though her health was well-maintained now, she still had to follow a strict routine: less alcohol, less cold wind, less movement, more rest—let alone extreme sports like surfing.

Yan Nanjue thought: She must be envious. Facing someone like Ji Ziyi, who was free, impulsive, and did whatever she wanted regardless of the cost.

Chen Wanjun withdrew her gaze, met Yan Nanjue’s eyes, and smiled slightly. “A-Yan wants to go for a few rounds too?”

“No.” Yan Nanjue asked, “Aren’t you joining her?”

Chen Wanjun’s smile was faint, like a dusting of snow before the arrival of spring, slowly melting. “I’m not suited for that kind of exercise.”

Taking a drink of water, Yan Nanjue said casually, “How do you know if you’re suited if you don’t try?”

Chen Wanjun’s hand stroking the spine of the book paused. “Next time, perhaps. When I’m a bit better.” Her voice was as gentle as spring rain. “There will always be an opportunity to try.”

Yan Nanjue didn’t push further. Her gaze returned to the shore. Ji Ziyi had finished surfing, stuck her board into the sand, and trotted over to them.

“A-Yan is awake?” Ji Ziyi rushed over, bringing the salt-tinged scent of the sea breeze. “I’m going to take a shower, then we’ll head out for food. I’ve booked a restaurant—apparently, it’s quite popular here? Some kind of ‘influencer’ spot.”

Yan Nanjue nodded. She wasn’t picky about food; as long as it was good, it was fine.

Chen Wanjun didn’t mind either. The two enjoyed the sea breeze for a while until Ji Ziyi came out, feeling refreshed, and told them to set off. A driver took the three to the restaurant. The manager ran out to greet them but was casually dismissed by Ji Ziyi.

The restaurant offered great privacy; the tables by the window were separated by vine-covered walls, leaving only the sound of elegant violin music. The spot Ji Ziyi booked had the best view—an overlooking vista of the boundless sea.

After taking her seat, Yan Nanjue received a message from Lin Furuo saying the room had been cleaned but the accessory hadn’t been found.

Should I ask Bai Wan?

As soon as the thought appeared, Yan Nanjue stalled. Just hearing Bai Wan’s name gave her an unexplainable sense of guilt. Moreover, she felt the heroine was acting strange today.

The System said disdainfully: 【Are you planning to feel this guilty every time you face her?】

Yan Nanjue’s voice was small. “I didn’t have much confidence to begin with…”

The System fell silent. It thought about it and realized that was true.

After a moment of hesitation, Yan Nanjue opened her chat with Bai Wan.

【Yan Nanjue: The accessory on my clothes fell in your room.】

【Yan Nanjue: It’s a waist chain.】

Across a single curtain, a faint notification sound rang out. Yan Nanjue instinctively looked up, but through the thick ivy and vines, she couldn’t see the adjacent table. She looked back down and continued messaging.

【Yan Nanjue: Bring it to me when you find it.】

“A-Yan, why are you spacing out? I just asked if you’re free next week,” Ji Ziyi said curiously.

Yan Nanjue placed her phone face down on the table. “Work stuff.”

“You’re out for fun, stop thinking about work, okay, President Yan?”

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Behind the wall of ivy, Bai Wan’s gaze swept across her screen, seeing the notification pop up. She picked up her phone, tapped the screen casually, replied, and lowered the notification volume so no special ringtones would be noticed by outsiders.

An Yimeng had been taking photos by the window with a friend and returned satisfied. She asked instinctively, “Aren’t you with your partner? I thought you’d be busy today.”

Bai Wan tapped her phone. “She has things to do.”

An Yimeng said casually, “So she came here just to see you once? Your relationship is so good.”

Bai Wan remained silent.

An Yimeng looked over her photos, getting more satisfied by the second. “Xiao Bai, want to take some? Sister Liang’s photography skills are hidden talents; they’re on par with the professionals I hire—maybe even better.”

Sister Liang was delighted by the praise. “Oh, stop it. It’s because Xiao An is photogenic; with a face like that, no photo would look bad.” She then suggested, “Shall we take a few more at the bar in the leisure area?”

An Yimeng went off happily.

Bai Wan watched her black screen out of the corner of her eye, waiting quietly for something. Before long, the screen lit up.

【Bai Wan: I didn’t notice. Are you in a hurry?】

【Yan Nanjue: Forget it if you can’t find it.】

Bai Wan’s gaze drifted over the profile picture before she turned off the screen.

When the two photographers returned, the food was being served. An Yimeng said mysteriously, “Xiao Bai, guess what I just discovered?”

“What?”

An Yimeng’s face was filled with uncontrollable shock. “President Yan is sitting in the next booth! Holy cow, I just caught a glimpse. The two Alphas next to her are also stunning beauties. All three have different styles; it was one visual hit after another.”

Bai Wan didn’t look shocked; she just gave a soft “Mm.”

“Xiao Bai isn’t surprised? Hmm?” An Yimeng paused, then changed her tone. “You seem to be in a pretty good mood today.” Remembering that Bai Wan had just met her partner yesterday, she understood immediately.

Sister Liang didn’t hear the last part and said with a laugh, “Xiao An just can’t walk away when she sees someone good-looking.”

An Yimeng said sheepishly, “It’s only human nature.”

During the meal, only the voices of An Yimeng and Sister Liang were heard. Bai Wan would occasionally reply, but spent the rest of the time eating quietly.

“Oh, right, Xiao Bai, I remember you also went to Y-University?”

Bai Wan stopped her chopsticks. “Yes, why?” She hadn’t been listening to the conversation between Sister Liang and An Yimeng.

Sister Liang laughed. “It’s just my two nagging nieces. Aren’t they on holiday? They’ve been traveling and their flight lands in H-City tomorrow morning. They’re also from Y-University, first-year freshmen. I was thinking of having lunch with them tomorrow; do you mind if a couple of extra people join the table? If you mind, I won’t join you tomorrow noon.”

Bai Wan said, “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

Sister Liang beamed; she clearly loved her nieces. “Thank you both so much. Since they’re all young people, you should get along well.”

After finishing the meal, the group rose to leave. As they walked out, they coincidentally ran into Yan Nanjue’s group, who were also preparing to depart.

Sister Liang was the first to greet politely: “President Yan.”

Yan Nanjue’s footsteps paused. She looked past her and instinctively glanced at Bai Wan behind her. This glance was as brief as a dragonfly touching water, so fast that only the one looking and the one being looked at could notice.

An Yimeng liked good-looking people, but if that person was the big boss, she was still a bit intimidated. After greeting, she hurried away, pulling Bai Wan and Sister Liang with her.

While waiting for the elevator, Bai Wan heard An Yimeng say curiously, “I felt like President Yan looked our way several times.”

Bai Wan: “Is that so?”

An Yimeng turned to ask Sister Liang on the other side, “Sister Liang, do you know the big boss?”

Sister Liang waved her hand. “Only seen her a few times at the office. President Yan might have found us familiar and took an extra look. Anyway, where was that beach spot you wanted to visit this afternoon?”

The elevator doors slowly opened. Bai Wan looked up, her gaze falling on the mirror inside the cabin. She stared at a corner of the mirror for two seconds, narrowed her eyes slightly, lifted a brow, then walked in normally.

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Yan Nanjue withdrew her gaze. “The heroine is here too, what a coincidence.”

The System said emotionlessly: 【Indeed.】

In the evening, Yan Nanjue received a message from Lin Furuo saying Bai Wan and her colleagues had returned to the hotel and she had returned the room card privately.

She was currently in the backyard of Ji Ziyi’s room. The setting sun was as red as blood, and the orange-red light enveloped the entire world. Her fingertips were bathed in a warm-toned glow.

Chen Wanjun set a cocktail beside her. “The alcohol content isn’t high.”

Yan Nanjue didn’t refuse, took a small sip, and her eyes lit up.

“System, System! This is delicious! The alcohol taste is so faint, it’s like a juice drink.” She instinctively bit the straw, spacing out as she watched the horizon.

“If you want to leave, just go back. I’ll tell A-Yi.”

Hearing Chen Wanjun’s voice, Yan Nanjue paused and looked over. Chen Wanjun was resting her chin on her hand, looking at her. “A-Yan, your soul has flown away.”

Yan Nanjue didn’t realize what she was saying at first. Ji Ziyi wanted to stay up all night playing games and ordered them not to leave, which was why she was still downstairs.

Chen Wanjun said, “You’re distracted.”

Yan Nanjue felt uncertain and knit her brows slightly.

“Go on, I’ll talk to A-Yi.” Chen Wanjun stood up. Her childhood friend wasn’t here to see the person she wanted to see.

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Yan Nanjue left the room in a daze and walked to the hotel garden. At this hour, there weren’t many people in the hotel, and even fewer in the courtyard. She walked along the path. “Why did Chen Wanjun say I was distracted… am I really that guilty?”

【System: Probably.】

Yan Nanjue looked down, stepping on the light-colored stones on the path. The System hummed: 【Childish.】

Suddenly, a pair of shoes appeared in her vision. Yan Nanjue recognized them instantly. She reacted quickly, composing herself and walking toward Bai Wan normally, intending to ignore her and walk past.

“Yan Nanjue.” Bai Wan spoke.

Yan Nanjue’s wish to avoid her failed. She knit her brows, about to speak, but Bai Wan seemed to see through her. “There’s no one here.”

So, the words Yan Nanjue wanted to say about “pretending not to know each other in front of coworkers” could be kept.

Yan Nanjue’s breathing lightened. “What do you want to say?”

Bai Wan reached out, a thin silver chain hanging from her fingers. “Your thing.”

So she found the waist chain. Yan Nanjue relaxed and reached out, palm up, to take it. The evening air was still warm but much better than during the day; a cool night breeze blew through the garden, adding a touch of refreshment.

The end of the chain, carrying Bai Wan’s body heat, landed in Yan Nanjue’s palm. It swayed slightly in the night breeze, tickling her palm, and she instinctively closed her fingers.

Bai Wan lifted her hand slightly, letting the chain fall fully into Yan Nanjue’s palm.

Yan Nanjue was about to take her thing and leave, but she caught something out of the corner of her eye. “Only half?” She remembered her waist chain was double-layered; now there was only one layer.

“I only saw this. I don’t know about the rest.”

Yan Nanjue didn’t think much of it. Clutching the accessory, she was about to leave, but thinking of the System’s words, she decided to put last night behind them completely. She had thought it through, and when she spoke, her voice was somewhat muffled. “…Taking care of me is what you should do as Mrs. Yan.”

“Yes.” Bai Wan uncharacteristically didn’t argue.

While Yan Nanjue was still surprised, she heard Bai Wan continue: “But I am not Mrs. Yan right now. I am just an ordinary employee of the Yan Group.”

Yan Nanjue was stunned, unsure of what Bai Wan meant. “Then you dare speak to your boss in such a tone?”

Long lashes veiled her eyes, making it impossible to see the expression in Bai Wan’s gaze. Her voice carried through the night breeze, light as a feather, lacking its usual coldness and carrying an unexplainable softness.

“I wouldn’t dare, President Yan.”

The sentence felt intentional. Yan Nanjue only heard one layer of meaning. Since Bai Wan had blocked her words, she could only shoot her an annoyed look. “You’ve been very disobedient lately, Mrs. Yan.”

Bai Wan, who just said she was just a regular employee, replied without blinking: “I am only speaking and acting according to your thoughts.”

“You’d better be.”

Silence fell for two seconds before Bai Wan changed the subject. “Xiao Qing wants to video call you.”

Yan Nanjue realized that this was the real reason Bai Wan had come looking for her. Knowing the person wasn’t here because of the drunk incident, she relaxed significantly. “Give me the phone.”

Bai Wan complied, then knit her brows slightly as Yan Nanjue took the phone. “They’ll pass through here when they come back from their meal.”

So, the two left the hotel and walked to the nearby beach, finding a quiet spot away from the crowds.

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Yan Nanjue dialed Bai Qingzhi.

Bai Qingzhi and Bai Xinzhi had a phone specifically for contacting their sister, which only had Bai Wan’s contact info. Usually, it was kept by the nurses at the nursing home, but after moving to the villa, the phone was naturally brought along.

As soon as the call connected, Bai Qingzhi’s chirping voice rang out, happily telling them she had received praise from her teacher yesterday. Yan Nanjue nodded and responded to everything.

“Where’s Sister? Is Sister next to you? Let me see Sister!”

Yan Nanjue tilted the phone to let Bai Wan into the frame, and the beach behind them was captured on screen as well.

“Wow!” Bai Qingzhi’s voice was full of admiration. “You’re at the beach! When I’m better, I want to go out and play too. Sister! Sister! You have to take me and Brother with you then. I want to see the ocean too!”

Her innocent voice was full of expectation. Yan Nanjue found it familiar; thinking back, she realized Bai Qingzhi had said similar things to her sister in the original book.

She caught a glimpse of the date in the notification bar, and her heart sank slightly. Bai Qingzhi liked the ocean; Bai Xinzhi liked the grasslands. The twins liked different things, but in the end, neither of them had ever seen them with their own eyes.

Yan Nanjue calculated the dates. It wasn’t far from the time Bai Qingzhi’s heart condition would relapse. Next week was Ji Ziyi’s birthday; three days after the birthday, Bai Qingzhi would fall ill. The news regarding the heart source came around the same time.

In the original book, the external force causing Bai Qingzhi’s death was the original host. With her here now, that external force was gone. Yan Nanjue silently prayed that Bai Qingzhi and Bai Xinzhi would grow up safely.

“Stop being noisy,” Bai Wan’s voice came from her side. “Focus on getting well first.” She didn’t give a promise easily, only comforting her sister. “Give the phone to Xiao Xin.”

Bai Qingzhi ran to Bai Xinzhi with the phone, grabbing his neck and forcing him into the frame. “Brother is doing homework!”

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By the time the call ended, the setting sun had vanished completely. The sky was grey, and the streetlights and floor lamps lit up one by one, their stark white and warm yellow lights illuminating the path they came from.

Yan Nanjue intended to take another path to leave. Bai Wan was messaging, her gaze on her screen.

Yan Nanjue caught a glimpse of a family laughing and walking toward them. A child was jumping around, not looking where he was going. The glowstick in his hand had a sharp tip and was swinging wildly—it looked extremely dangerous.

She instinctively reached out, grabbing Bai Wan’s shoulder and pulling her toward her. The child shouted and jumped, the toy narrowly brushing against Bai Wan’s arm, leaving a faint red scratch.

Yan Nanjue knit her brows and called out to the family with a cold face. “Apologize.”

The father smacked the back of the child’s head. “What is wrong with you?”

The child looked defiant. “Who told her to stand there? I’ll hit her, I’ll hit her!” It wasn’t until his father glared at him that he reluctantly said “Sorry” and ran behind his mother to make a face at them.

【System: Look at this brat. If I had a physical body, I’d spank him until his butt turned into a flower. My years as a system wouldn’t be for nothing.】

The mother only smiled apologetically. “So sorry, Miss.”

Yan Nanjue stared at the child behind her, her gaze icy. The pressure of a high-level Alpha spread out at that moment. The child being stared at turned pale. The parents felt that natural pressure and, realizing the person before them wasn’t one to be trifled with, their expressions changed. They gave the child two resounding slaps, the sound clear and loud, and forced him to bow repeatedly in apology.

The brat wailed and was carried away by his parents, who covered his mouth. The System was satisfied and commented: 【Struck too lightly.】

Yan Nanjue withdrew her gaze, only then realizing her distance from Bai Wan was a bit too close. Bai Wan remained leaning in her arms in the posture of having her arm pulled, her eyes lowered. Her warm breath fell naturally onto Yan Nanjue’s neck, near the Alpha’s gland. It was so close that if Bai Wan just lowered her head, her warm breath would spill onto the gland.

Yan Nanjue paused, swallowed, and let go of Bai Wan’s hand, the delicate sensation of her skin slipping away. “Mrs. Yan, remember to watch where you’re going next time.”

Bai Wan: “I was on the side of the road.”

Yan Nanjue countered with a sarcastic tone: “So you don’t need to look at your surroundings at all? Do I have to remind you and scold you every time before you react? If I’m not by your side, will you just let others bully you?”

Bai Wan looked up, her gaze falling on her beautiful, vivid features, thinking of something. After a long while, she snapped back. “I understand.”

It was that phrase again. Yan Nanjue had heard Bai Wan say it many times but never saw her follow through. She looked at Bai Wan coldly. “That’s not what I want to hear.”

“…I’ll change next time.”

Yan Nanjue looked at her expectantly. “What if you don’t?”

Bai Wan remained silent.

“If you get hurt accidentally again, I’ll whip another wound into your palm. Next time it will be your face. I don’t care if anyone sees; if you don’t like hiding, then feel the pain thoroughly.”

Yan Nanjue threw out a threat she had thought about for a long time. She purposely waited a few seconds and saw Bai Wan looking up at her, her brows knit as if in reluctance. Deciding the threat must be effective, she let out a cold hum and left through the beach entrance on the other side.

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Bai Wan watched her retreating back and opened her palm. The palm had been carefully treated with medicine—some for pain and healing, others for scars. The cigarette burn was now just a faint mark; if one didn’t look closely, it would blend in with the lines of her palm.

Did it hurt? She didn’t seem to feel much.

Whipping her palm… would it hurt? It probably would.

Bai Wan closed her palm. Her messy thoughts were scattered by the sea breeze. She walked out the way she came, but after a few steps, she ran into An Yimeng on the wooden bridge behind the palm trees, holding an opened coconut.

An Yimeng looked at her, then at where Yan Nanjue had vanished, her eyes full of shock. After a long time, she regained her composure and stuttered, “Xiao Bai, that Alpha just now… was that President Yan?”

Bai Wan countered, “You saw?”

An Yimeng nodded dully. “I bought a coconut and wanted to walk around. I just happened to get here. You… you… how can you and President Yan? You knew each other?”

Before Bai Wan could answer, she realized something and gasped. “President Yan was looking at you during the day!”

An Yimeng fell into silence after saying that. In those ten-odd seconds of silence, who knows what she was imagining. She walked forward tremblingly and said with a complicated expression, “Xiao Bai, President Yan is married. She’s a woman with a family. We can’t do things like this! It’s immoral!”

She truly couldn’t hide anything; everything was written on her face, and she was full of trust for her friend.

Bai Wan looked at her. “I’m not ‘the other woman’.”

An Yimeng was shocked. “Could it be… did President Yan hide the fact she was married when she met you?! Were you tricked?! I knew you wouldn’t do something like that! Holy crap, I knew those Alphas were no good! Alphas really are trash, no matter how good-looking they are!”

“…”

Bai Wan: “I wasn’t tricked into being ‘the other woman’ either.”