After Awakening Consciousness, I Was Entangled by the White Moonlight Female Supporting Character - Chapter 1

Slap!

A crisp sound of a slap echoed through the grand banquet hall, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

The source of the noise came from a corner of the hall, where only two figures stood.

The woman on the outside, dressed in a high-end custom gown with her back to the crowd, still had her right hand raised high—clear evidence that she was the one who had delivered the blow.

The woman on the inside had her head turned to the side, her long black hair cascading over her face, obscuring her cheek.

Her attire was simple—just a white dress—standing in stark contrast to the opulence surrounding her.

The banquet hall was exquisitely decorated, blending European and American architectural styles with subtle Chinese influences. The result was neither chaotic nor mismatched, but rather a harmonious and eye-catching display.

The guests were a mix of Eastern and Western faces.

The scene had unfolded so abruptly that some of the high-society ladies had already caught sight of it, covering their mouths in shock before raising their eyebrows in anticipation of the drama to come.

But there were also those who were unaware and couldn’t resist asking in curiosity.

“What happened? Why did she hit someone? Isn’t that the Jiang family’s eldest daughter?”

“Who knows? Probably that Chu girl had the audacity to provoke this little tyrant.”

“Daring to offend the Jiang family’s eldest daughter? That person’s as good as finished… But wait, which Chu are you talking about?”

The responder gave him a dismissive glance. “Which other Chu could it be? There’s only one person with that surname in M Country—the one whose chairman father went bankrupt and jumped off a building not long ago.”

“…”

Buzz—

A deafening roar filled her mind, accompanied by a sharp, electric ringing in her ears. The scene before her eyes shattered and reassembled.

Broken fragments of color slowly coalesced into a white silhouette.

“Tsk—”

Jiang Ciqiu lowered her raised hand and pressed it against her own forehead.

“Ah, my head hurts…”

Seeing the Jiang family’s eldest daughter move, the onlookers immediately fell silent, eagerly awaiting her next move.

In this circle, everyone knew of the Jiang family’s eldest daughter—a woman notorious for her domineering nature. If she wanted something or someone, there was nothing she couldn’t obtain.

Words like “arrogant” and “reckless” might as well have been tailor-made for her.

No one knew why she had traveled all the way from their home country to M Country to attend this banquet, nor why she was picking on a woman whose family had gone bankrupt. But no one dared to step in for that woman.

After all, this was Jiang Ciqiu—a little demon who would strip the skin off anyone who crossed her.

Everyone wanted to stay as far away from her as possible.

Chu Han took in the mocking gazes of the crowd and understood their desire to stay uninvolved.

Honestly, she wasn’t surprised. This was just how their world worked.

What she couldn’t figure out, however, was what this woman in front of her wanted.

Jiang Ciqiu—this was the first time the owner of that name had formally stood before her.

Her face was a striking blend of allure and boldness, carrying both the charm of a young girl and the poise of a mature woman. Yet the moment she opened her mouth, nothing but venom spilled out.

From their very first encounter, she had hurled inexplicable insults at her.

Chu Han’s eyes darkened as she fixed her gaze on the woman, silently vowing that if she dared to strike again, she wouldn’t take it lying down.

But instead, the woman pressed a hand to her own head, staring at her in confusion before slowly asking, “Who are you?”

The same woman who had just called her “Chu Han,” “b1tch,” and slapped her across the face was now asking, Who are you?

Even Chu Han couldn’t help but frown.

Was this woman sleepwalking or something?

Jiang Ciqiu shook her head, and the figure in her vision became much clearer. She could now see the face of the person standing before her.

With her limited vocabulary, all she could muster was a single word: beautiful.

Beyond that, she was utterly bewildered by her surroundings.

Her last memory was of being at home, chatting on the phone with her so-called “good-for-nothing friends” about their holiday plans—before suddenly losing consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in this opulent banquet hall, facing a plainly dressed woman.

Meanwhile, the people around them were whispering, thinking their voices were low enough to go unheard, yet every word reached her ears.

Ah… damn it, why have I been forgetting things so often lately?

This wasn’t the first time she had suddenly appeared in a completely unfamiliar place with no recollection of how she got there.

If this was like the previous times, then… was she…?

Jiang Ciqiu’s eyes widened sharply, and sure enough, she spotted the bright red slap mark on Chu Han’s face.

Just seeing it made her own palm throb faintly.

How hard had she hit her…?

“Did I do this?”

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly but said nothing.

Jiang Ciqiu took that as confirmation—once again, she was the one who had struck her.

Damn it! What the hell is going on with me lately? Showing up in random places and slapping random people!

Before she could even begin to explain, the onlookers, seeing her standing motionless, assumed the “little demon” was waiting for someone to back her up.

Eager to curry favor, they swarmed around her.

“Oh? Isn’t this the eldest daughter of the Chu family? Why isn’t she holed up in the Chu mansion? I don’t recall an invitation being sent to the Chus.”

“Wait, doesn’t the Chu family no longer have a mansion? Shouldn’t it have been seized by now?”

“Speaking of which, has the late Mr. Chu’s funeral even been settled? Tsk tsk, let’s not bring that kind of misfortune here—it’s bad for business.”

“Who knows? Maybe she wants us to catch some of that bad luck!”

“Oh, how cruel of you. The Chu family’s young lady, once as radiant as the moon in the sky, and now you speak of her like this?”

“The moon in the sky? Ha! Even the moon has to come down to eat the earth’s grain. What’s so special about the sky? She still had to descend eventually.”

“…”

The crowd tossed around their careless remarks, each word a deliberate stab at the heart.

This was the essence of “kicking someone when they’re down.”

But they didn’t just kick—they wanted to climb over the wreckage, only to spit out a final, “Ugh, how filthy.”

Jiang Ciqiu’s brows furrowed, and any urge to explain vanished.

She turned around, cleared her throat, and—

The sneering, mocking expressions on their faces vanished instantly, replaced with smooth, practiced looks of flattery.

It was an expression she had seen countless times since childhood, one that never failed to disgust her.

With a bored sigh, she tilted her head back, her gaze drifting lazily toward the ceiling, her demeanor arrogant, eyelids drooping with indifference.

She wore the same aloof mask she always did in public.

“And who the hell are you all to be saying such things?”

“The world is unpredictable—what, you think you’re immune? Don’t push things too far, or one day your own house might collapse. And when it does, I’ll be the first to stomp on it.”

Everyone froze, completely baffled by what the Jiang family’s young mistress was trying to do.

Wasn’t it her who rushed straight to Chu Han the moment she arrived at the banquet?

She was the one who hurled insults, the one who slapped people, and now she wants to stand up for someone?

Slapping someone and then offering a sweet date isn’t how this works!

Someone tried to intervene: “Miss Jiang—”

“Get lost.”

The word was spat out coldly as Jiang Ciqiu shot an impatient glance. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“Get lost. Don’t make me say it a third time.”

These were all high-society women—how could they tolerate being lectured and threatened by someone so much younger? Their expressions darkened instantly.

Even if the Jiang family held immense influence in their circles, this was still foreign territory. How far could their reach truly extend? After turning these thoughts over in their minds, someone finally stepped forward.

“Miss Jiang, we all know the Jiang family is powerful, but as you said yourself, the world is unpredictable. Who knows what the future holds? Your words apply to yourself as well.”

“And Miss Jiang, you’ve always been focused on your studies, with no interest in the family business… If one day—” The speaker paused, then shook his head with a forced smile. “My apologies, I misspoke. I’ll punish myself with a drink. I hope Miss Jiang won’t take it to heart.”

With that, he downed his glass in one gulp and retreated.

His words had effectively positioned Jiang Ciqiu as the enemy of the crowd—using “we,” subtly mocking her for being unambitious and incompetent.

The atmosphere shifted immediately.

Jiang Ciqiu wasn’t a fool; she understood the implications perfectly.

She chuckled to herself, and that single laugh brought a vivid charm to her features, softening her haughty demeanor into something almost playful.

No matter how much people privately ridiculed the Jiang family’s troublemaking heiress as a useless pretty face, no one could deny her beauty.

But the moment the crowd was momentarily stunned by her looks, Jiang Ciqiu stepped forward and slapped the man across the face.

The sharp sound of the slap rang in everyone’s ears like an icy needle, sending a shiver down their spines.

Her playful charm instantly transformed into cold, towering disdain.

Her eyelids drooped lazily as she demanded with icy sharpness, “Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you mock me?”

“Oh, you admit you’re wrong and want to punish yourself? One drink isn’t enough. Someone—”

Another guest couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up, “Miss Jiang, this isn’t appropriate. We’re all part of the same circle.”

Jiang Ciqiu flicked a glance at them, irritation flashing in her eyes at the interruption, but her lips curled into a smirk. “I said, don’t make me repeat myself a third time. But since you’re so eager to punish yourselves, I’ll oblige.”

“What, you want in too?”

She grabbed a bottle of tequila from the bar, her impatience evident as she drawled, “Bottoms up?”

The speaker trembled, backing away with a nervous smile.

What kind of lunatic was this Jiang heiress?

No wonder those who had witnessed her arrogance would shake their heads and warn others not to provoke her.

He should’ve listened to his friends back home and stayed far away.

The man quickly disappeared into the crowd, terrified Jiang Ciqiu might drag him back and force the alcohol down his throat.

She was absolutely capable of it.

Jiang Ciqiu scoffed, gripping the bottle as she stared down at the man still reeling from her slap.

Tilting her chin up with a haughty glare, she taunted, “Well, your reinforcements have left. So, tell me—are you going to drink this glass as a show of sincerity, or do I have to do it myself?”

As she uttered the words “do it myself,” Jiang Ciqiu slowly raised the hand holding the liquor bottle, poised as if to smash it over his head.

At that, no one dared to utter another word, afraid of drawing fire to themselves.

The man trembled, realizing no help was coming, and cursed under his breath. With a stubborn lift of his chin, he tried to speak: “Miss Jiang, surely you—”

CRASH—!

The bottle shattered violently beside him, glass fragments and splashing liquid drenching half his body.

“Whoa—!” The onlookers gasped, scrambling further back.

“‘Surely’ what? Surely you think being part of this so-called circle means anything? Drop the corporate doublespeak with me.”

Jiang Ciqiu stood unshaken, pristine from head to toe, while the man was left drenched and disheveled.

Her pale eyes pierced through him. “Don’t think I don’t know who you are. I’ve met plenty of so-called ‘notable’ people with names and titles.”

“But you? You can’t even tell who’s untouchable and who isn’t.”

“Congratulations—you’ve made me say it a third time: Get lost. And don’t forget to collect your ‘gift’ when you crawl back.”

Terror flooded the man’s eyes, his lips quivering uncontrollably.

Jiang Ciqiu’s patience snapped, her mouth twisting in disdain. “Don’t make me repeat myself again, you spineless coward.”