The White Moonlight Supporting Character Only Wants to Seduce the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14

“Mother,” Feng Zimo said, unable to completely hide his nervousness upon seeing Feng Canjiu.

What is Mother doing here, with Jiang Yushu? Could it be…?

No, Mother would never associate with an Omega.

“Zimo, do you always assume I’m at fault, no matter what I do?” Jiang Yushu’s chin trembled, his eyes red and tearful like a pitiful little white rabbit.

Feng Zimo tried to defend himself. “Chenchen is pregnant, I…”

“Hmph.” Jiang Yushu sniffed, stubbornly refusing to show his vulnerability to Feng Zimo. “Then I wish you happiness.”

He turned and left, leaving only his retreating figure for the others to see.

Feng Canjiu glanced coldly at Feng Zimo. Her son had become increasingly displeasing to her lately.

“You’d better take care of yourself,” she said curtly before hurrying after Jiang Yushu.

Feng Zimo watched her retreating figure uneasily. What did Mother mean by that?

“Brother Mo,” Bai Chenchen tugged at his sleeve, her gaze flicking briefly to Feng Canjiu’s back. “Is that your mother?”

Bai Chenchen had never met Feng Canjiu in person, only heard her name in the news—the nation’s most coveted Alpha, the one every Omega dreamed of marrying.

“Yes.”

“He seems… a bit fierce,” Bai Chenchen murmured, shrinking her neck and briefly showing a pained expression.

“What’s wrong? Does your back hurt?” Feng Zimo asked, tenderly pulling her into his arms. “It’s okay.”

Feng Zimo still felt a pang of resentment. Was Jiang Yushu destined to be the Omega he could never have? For now, caring for Chenchen was his priority.

“I’m fine,” Bai Chenchen replied, her grip tightening on the corner of his shirt. A complex emotion flickered in her eyes. Her reasons for working at the Feng Family’s company were far from simple.

Her primary goal was to find a lifeline. If she hadn’t met Feng Canjiu, Feng Zimo would have been a decent enough straw to grasp.

But now… that Alpha shone like the stars and moon in the sky, while Feng Zimo, by comparison, was mere dust on the ground.

I want an Alpha like that so badly. She touched her lower abdomen, a ruthless glint in her eyes. If only you were Feng Canjiu’s child.

Since you’re unwanted, I might as well put you to use.

Recalling Jiang Yushu’s intimate moment with that Alpha, her eyes narrowed dangerously. Jiang Yushu is such a nuisance.

Jiang Yushu didn’t return to her room. Instead, she went to the beach and found a secluded rock to sit on. Feng Canjiu searched for quite a while before finally locating her.

A half-empty bottle of foreign liquor sat at her feet.

An unnatural flush stained the Omega’s pale cheeks.

She’s had too much to drink, Feng Canjiu concluded.

“Let’s go back,” she said, her voice softer than the sea breeze as the waves rhythmically lapped against the rocks.

Jiang Yushu seemed not to hear her, staring blankly at the distant azure horizon. “What did I do wrong?” she murmured.

The Omega’s whisper was like an invisible, dull knife, slicing painfully into Feng Canjiu’s heart.

“You did nothing wrong. It’s Feng Zimo’s fault. I’ll make amends for him…”

“No,” Jiang Yushu said, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. “It has nothing to do with Sister. It’s my fault.”

Boom! A silver-white bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Coastal weather was notoriously fickle, changing in an instant.

The wind carried a foul, earthy stench. Rain was coming. Feng Canjiu reached out to her. “Be good. Let’s go back before it starts raining.”

Host?

…Hmm?

Holy crap, you’re serious? The System was speechless. Host, do you even know how terrible your alcohol tolerance is?

I’m… fine. Not… passed out yet. Jiang Yushu secretly massaged her temples, trying to stay awake. Did I buy fake alcohol?

Why was she getting drunk so quickly? She had only intended to get slightly tipsy, hoping to lower Feng Canjiu’s guard and probe her current feelings.

Now, she had truly shot herself in the foot.

A torrential downpour began, drenching them both instantly. Feng Canjiu stopped talking and simply scooped Jiang Yushu into her arms.

The tipsy Omega leaned weakly against her chest, the Alpha now her only support.

By the time they returned to their suite, both were drenched and disheveled.

Seeing the Omega’s dazed state, Feng Canjiu took a deep breath and called the front desk. “Please send an Omega to help my friend change clothes and apply a suppression patch.”

“We apologize, but many tourists on the beach didn’t evacuate in time. Our staff has been deployed to the coast for rescue operations. There’s a brand-new suppression patch in the bathroom of your room. Could you please help the other person change it?”

The front desk rattled off a long explanation, which boiled down to the hotel being short-staffed.

Feng Canjiu hung up and rubbed her aching temples.

Alpha-Omega glands were highly vulnerable. A suppression patch soaked by rain was definitely unusable; wearing it for too long could lead to illness.

Since Jiang Yushu was unconscious, this couldn’t be considered taking advantage of him.

After convincing herself, Feng Canjiu retrieved the new suppression patch.

She carefully peeled open the Omega’s suppression patch…

This… A familiar scent filled her nostrils: the sweet fragrance of tea mingled with… the aroma of sandalwood incense.

The discarded patch fell to the floor. Feng Canjiu’s pupils constricted as she gazed at the sleeping Omega before her.

That day in the fitting room… the Omega she had marked was Jiang Yushu.

Back then, Jiang Yushu had still been her adopted son, Feng Zimo’s fiancée.

Overwhelmed by a profound sense of guilt, Feng Canjiu retreated two steps. The Omega’s pheromones tugged at her nerves, constantly reminding her how much she craved their scent.

How could this be? The person I’ve been desperately searching for has been right beside me all along.

Gazing at Jiang Yushu’s sleeping face, Feng Canjiu’s heart churned with remorse and an indescribable emotion—a bitter, aching sorrow.

She must truly love Feng Zimo. Otherwise, why would she…

She must have been terrified, being marked by a stranger Alpha.

Feng Canjiu’s eyes lingered on the faint marks left by the three suppression patches on the back of Jiang Yushu’s neck. Wearing so many patches… she must despise… me, the one who suddenly dragged her into the fitting room and marked her that day.

No, I can’t get close to her.

Placing the suppression patches beside Jiang Yushu’s hand, Feng Canjiu gathered her belongings, left a note, and slipped out of the room.

As she reached the door, an overwhelming sense of longing, as potent as the Omega’s pheromones, tugged her back toward the room she had just left.

No, I can’t go back.

Feng Canjiu’s heart raced erratically, her chest heavy with disappointment, as if a fortress of despair were being built within her, threatening to crush her.

Clinging to the corridor wall, she pulled out her phone and called her doctor. “I marked an Omega,” she said.

A long silence followed before the doctor exclaimed in surprise, “Really? Then get married right away!”

“I have a question for you.”

The doctor cleared his throat. “Go ahead.”

“Would an Alpha want to be close to an Omega they’ve marked?” Would they feel dependent, miss them, want to be near them?

“Impossible!” the doctor scoffed, clearly expecting a more complex question. “Alphas can mark multiple Omegas, but an Omega can only accept one Alpha’s lifelong mark. Only Omegas unconsciously become dependent on the Alphas who marked them.”

“Is that so?” A pang of bitterness welled up in Feng Canjiu’s heart. So it’s just the pheromones? She chuckled bitterly. She probably doesn’t even know what my pheromones smell like. She probably doesn’t even realize I was the one who marked her that day.

Yet, driven by her Omega instincts, Jiang Yushu kept drawing closer to Feng Canjiu.

“What’s wrong? You seem… off. What, have you fallen for that Omega you marked?”

“Fallen for her?” Feng Canjiu touched her chest, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Having never been in love, she wasn’t sure if what she felt for Jiang Yushu qualified as love.

The doctor clicked his tongue. “Love is wanting to be near her, wanting to care for her, wanting to give her the best of everything. Just seeing her smile fills your heart. When she’s gone, it feels like a piece of you is missing.”

That’s it, Feng Canjiu thought, closing her eyes. Her heart told her she had fallen for Jiang Yushu, her son’s former fiancée. Is this kind of love… right?

The rain drizzled softly throughout the night. With the System’s assistance, Jiang Yushu woke up in the early hours of the morning. Beside her lay only a note left by Feng Canjiu and a suppression patch.

“Did she leave after realizing I’d been marked?” Jiang Yushu mused, resting her chin in her hand as an improbable possibility occurred to her.

Feng Canjiu wasn’t the type to abandon her responsibilities. Even if she had discovered Jiang Yushu had been marked, she would have patiently stayed by her side until she fully regained consciousness before leaving.

Her sudden departure could only mean one thing: the mark on Jiang Yushu’s neck had been left by Feng Canjiu herself.

A flicker of joy rose in Jiang Yushu’s eyes as the scene from the fitting room replayed in her mind. The dimensions of the Alpha’s hand felt identical to the hands that had embraced her waist in the hot spring yesterday.

It was her. The Alpha who had marked her was Feng Canjiu.

She had chosen to leave because her nascent affection couldn’t overcome her sense of morality. Jiang Yushu was her adopted son’s former fiancée, and Feng Canjiu’s heart was torn by these considerations.

Since that’s the case, Host, should we just give up? Feng Canjiu is too difficult to handle. Although the System could sense the Host’s inner joy when she was near, the Major Antagonist was truly…

A faint smile curved Jiang Yushu’s lips as she imagined Feng Canjiu trying to escape. “Why would I give up? She will belong to me.”

Just like her heart, which has already begun to belong to me.

Then should I call her? The System usually handled such tasks, sending phone calls and texts.

Jiang Yushu shook her head. No, let her cool down for a few days.

So we’re just going to do nothing?

Jiang Yushu found this amusing. Weren’t you against me being with her? Why are you suddenly so eager now?

Well, that’s not… The System, being its usual prideful self, didn’t finish the sentence. It’s because you’re truly happy when you’re with her in this life.

Even when you’re wearing a mask, you’re happy.

You don’t realize, but when you’re happy, I can gather more energy.

Buzz, buzz, buzz. Her phone vibrated a few times. Jiang Yushu glanced indifferently at the caller ID: “Peacock.”

“Hmph,” she scoffed, tossing the phone aside disdainfully. What does Fan Xunxi want calling me this late?

Yet, despite her annoyance, Fan Xunxi showed no signs of giving up.

Impatient, Jiang Yushu answered the call. “Film Empress Fan, don’t you think it’s a bit late?”

“But you’re still awake, aren’t you?”

“Just get to the point, please?” Jiang Yushu was in no mood for games.

“I’m in Nandu, right outside your door.”

“What do you mean?” How did Fan Xunxi even find me here?

“Open the door. Let’s talk?”

“Get lost,” Jiang Yushu spat through gritted teeth.

Fan Xunxi ignored her fury. “Don’t you want to know how I found out you were here? How I knew you were in this room?”

Jiang Yushu’s eyes narrowed. Her grip on the phone tightened, knuckles turning white. Damn it! Feng Canjiu!