After Awakening Consciousness, I Was Entangled by the White Moonlight Female Supporting Character - Chapter 2

“If you don’t get lost, the next bottle won’t just shatter beside you.”

But on your head.

The implied threat was immediately understood, and the man staggered backward a few steps before scrambling through the crowd to leave.

Jiang Ciqiu swept a cold gaze over the surrounding onlookers, who averted their eyes in fear and quickly dispersed.

Like startled birds.

They had heard Jiang Ciqiu’s words loud and clear.

Indeed, she was still a child of the Jiang family—well-traveled and experienced. Without confidence, how could she dare to provoke others so brazenly?

Over the years, Jiang Ciqiu had built quite a reputation—not exactly a good one—but the Jiang family had never truly lost their temper over her actions.

The incidents she stirred up were neither major nor minor.

Still, people muttered under their breaths about her arrogance and spoiled, domineering behavior.

Jiang Ciqiu heard them but couldn’t be bothered to respond. Seeing that the crowd had scattered, she turned back to look for the woman she had slapped earlier.

Business first.

Lately, she had been inexplicably losing consciousness, only to wake up in unfamiliar places after beating up complete strangers—women she had never met before.

At first, she thought she was just too exhausted and kept forgetting. But upon reflection, she had been resting well every day—far from being so tired that her mind went blank.

If it wasn’t due to her own condition, then it had to be caused by external factors.

She spent a long time investigating—whether it was her bodyguards or others—but found nothing.

Security footage showed that she had willingly gone to those places and met those women. Under the high-definition cameras, her behavior appeared completely lucid.

Yet afterward, Jiang Ciqiu had no memory of it.

For the first time, the Jiang family’s young mistress found herself deeply intrigued by something.

She continued her investigation for a while longer but still came up empty-handed. And since the incidents hadn’t recurred for some time, she gradually forgot about it.

Still, she hadn’t walked away entirely empty-handed. After mapping out the social connections of those women, she discovered they all shared one common trait.

Now that another memory lapse and assault had occurred, Jiang Ciqiu was eager to confirm whether her theory was correct.

The fastest way was to ask directly.

But when she turned around, the woman who had been standing behind her earlier was gone.

When had she left?

Just as Jiang Ciqiu was growing frustrated, her peripheral vision caught a flash of a pure white dress disappearing around the corner of the hallway leading to the back.

She immediately lifted the hem of her skirt and hurried in that direction, trying to recall how she had gone from the living room of her family’s home in China to this place.

In her hand was a small clutch—more decorative than functional—barely large enough to hold a phone.

Jiang Ciqiu pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number with practiced ease.

The call was answered before the third ring. “Miss.”

Bai Chen’an—full name Bai Chen’an—was the son of her family’s butler and currently served as her father’s secretary, doubling as Jiang Ciqiu’s personal assistant.

She delegated almost everything to him.

He was efficient, so over time, being a secretary became more of a side job for him. Fortunately, her father had more than one secretary, so Jiang Ciqiu had no qualms about ordering him around.

After all, he had been assigned to her by her father.

Jiang Ciqiu issued her instructions with practiced ease: “M Country, a man surnamed Xia, attended some banquet tonight. Find him and block a few of his family’s business deals.”

She always kept her word. If she said she’d give him a gift, she meant it.

The young man on the other end sighed helplessly. “Miss, when did you go to M Country again?”

“Don’t pretend. You know exactly where I am,” Jiang Ciqiu snorted.

At her bluntness, the man dropped the act and asked directly, “Miss, your father wants to know when you’re coming back.”

Quickening her pace to catch up with the person ahead, she answered without much thought, “Don’t know. We’ll see.”

The man didn’t press further.

“Understood, Miss. I’ll handle it as you instructed.”

Nearly losing sight of her target, Jiang Ciqiu turned a corner and said offhandedly, “Alright, that’s it. I’m hanging up—”

Before she could finish, a sharp clatter echoed from the phone as it hit the ground. The man froze for a second before urgently calling out, “Miss! Miss! What happened?!”

Jiang Ciqiu leaned against the wall at the corner, clutching her head as a searing, splitting pain erupted from deep within her skull.

The agony came with fading vision and hearing, eerily reminiscent of the moments before she lost her memory and woke up after attacking a stranger.

A faint, crackling static buzzed in her ears—like the sound of electric currents.

The pain felt like it was shredding her brain, mercilessly assaulting her nerves.

On the other end, Secretary Bai frantically dialed numbers while listening for any sign of her condition. Midway through issuing orders, he heard the woman’s strained voice slowly utter two words:

“…A novel?”

“Miss, are you alright?”

Someone picked up the phone. Jiang Ciqiu, weak from the ordeal, slumped against the wall, her forehead slick with sweat from the excruciating pain.

Gripping the phone, she said hurriedly, “That’s all for now. I’ll contact you later. And don’t send anyone after me.”

She hung up before he could react.

Leaning against the wall, she stuffed the phone into her small crossbody bag.

“What a joke… A novel’s world?”

She murmured, her lips curling into a mocking smile—though it faded quickly.

The memories that had flooded her mind alongside the pain felt unnervingly real, as if she had lived them herself.

Yet the person who had done all those absurd, ridiculous things didn’t feel like her at all.

Her—the Jiang family’s eldest daughter—in love with her adopted, unrelated older brother? Obsessed with him to the point of sabotaging his relationships with other women?

Impossible!

Absolutely… impossible.

But the women she had inexplicably attacked recently matched the faces from the memories that had just invaded her mind.

Jiang Ciqiu’s smile vanished completely, though disbelief still lingered.

“What the hell? Jiang Wanhe is the male lead? And I’m just some side character?”

“Ridiculous. Him? The protagonist of some cliché, overdone story?”

The world in her memories could be summed up as an early-days CEO-finds-a-substitute-then-chases-after-the-real-love trope.

Stories like that always had a white moonlight and a slew of vicious female antagonists.

The male lead lacked nothing except the money for a plane ticket abroad, so he found a stand-in resembling his white moonlight and signed a contract. Through their heart-wrenching and physically taxing interactions, he gradually developed feelings for the female lead.

Everyone could sense his special regard for her—except the male lead himself.

Then the white moonlight returned home. The male lead abandoned the female lead, and when she discovered she was just a replacement, she was utterly heartbroken and fled with the gentle second male lead.

At this point, while by the white moonlight’s side, the male lead suddenly realized he was in love with the female lead.

What followed was the classic “chasing his wife through cremation” trope, with the male lead going all out regardless of consequences.

In the end, all the minor antagonists were eliminated, the second male lead stepped aside, and the main couple got their happily ever after… or so it seemed!

And Jiang Ciqiu was precisely that kind of… plot-propelling, venomous supporting female character, a mere tool for the story.

“White moonlight…”

A face appeared vividly in Jiang Ciqiu’s memory—the very woman she had just slapped.

And by the novel’s conclusion, without exception, they had all died.