Striving for Harmony After Transmigrating as an Alpha Female Supporting Character - Chapter 2

Ai Yu had once rated The Devil’s Flower as the most twisted novel of the year.

The book followed the journey of the female lead as she transformed from a fragile “White Flower” into a ruthless “Black Lotus” through a series of grueling hardships.

Jing Nianxun, the female lead, had a tragic childhood. Orphaned at a young age, she was taken in by a distant relative who was incredibly biased, doting only on her own daughter while ignoring Jing Nianxun entirely. Even worse, that daughter—Ai Xiaoyu—was a spoiled, bossy brat who treated Jing Nianxun like a servant.

When they entered the same high school, Ai Xiaoyu led the social exclusion of Jing Nianxun out of jealousy over her beauty and grades. Since Jing Nianxun’s second gender had yet to differentiate, Ai Xiaoyu even mocked her for having a “physiological defect.”

Despite this, Jing Nianxun never retaliated. She endured in silence, working hard and waiting for the day she could finally leave the Ai family behind. She was the perfect example of a resilient, modern female lead!

However, during a ball in their senior year, Ai Xiaoyu’s jealousy reached a breaking point. She chased Jing Nianxun onto the rooftop and nearly pushed her off. Though the male lead appeared just in time to save her, the hatred buried in Jing Nianxun’s heart finally exploded. She became a “Black Lotus”—gentle on the surface but cold and calculating underneath. She isolated Ai Xiaoyu from everyone she loved: her partner, her friends, and her parents.

Revenge had begun.

With her own wit and the male lead’s influence, Jing Nianxun systematically drove Ai Xiaoyu into the abyss. In the end, Ai Xiaoyu’s fate was miserable: her lover was stolen, her family went bankrupt, and she died a destitute madwoman in a “fitting” car accident…

Back in her room, Ai Xiaoyu sat cross-legged on her bed, recalling the novel she had read multiple times. She let out a long sigh of frustration.

Villainess, you had the better background and family, so why did you have such a low IQ? Why did you insist on provoking the one person you couldn’t afford to mess with?

Lamenting was one thing, but Ai Xiaoyu was a realist. Now that she was the villainess, she had to clean up the mess left by the original soul. She pulled up the description of her character’s ending:

The rain fell heavily. Ai Xiaoyu ran down the street in a disheveled state, mud splashing onto her dress and shoes. She ran faster and faster, as if a terrifying monster were chasing her.

She had finally gone mad. After living the first half of her life as a spoiled princess, her luck had turned into a nightmare: her partner cheated, she lost her job, her family went bankrupt, and finally, her parents passed away. She was left alone in her madness. But she knew this wasn’t just “bad luck.” Her greatest sin was ever having known Jing Nianxun.

Ai Xiaoyu closed the screen. The question was: How could she stay alive?

Forget OOC values and Entropy for a moment—even if she followed the script perfectly, she’d still die at the female lead’s hands. As a veteran reader of transmigration stories, she knew the “Golden Rule”: Never fight the Protagonist’s Halo.

Her only hope was to change the female lead’s impression of her and avoid being killed in the finale. In short: She had to cling to those thighs! Following the lead was the only way to get a slice of the pie.

She stood up to take her first step: surveying her room.

The Ai family were “new money” business people, and her parents doted on her. But as she looked around, her face turned pale.

Is this… a princess room?

The room was a sea of pink, overflowing with ribbons, bows, and dolls. She rushed to the mirror. Even with mental preparation, she was shocked. She was currently wearing a puffy-sleeved “lo-style” princess dress, with her hair in long twin-tails adorned with crescent moon clips. Her skin was so fair and delicate it looked like it could bruise if she just pinched it.

She did pinch it. It wasn’t a dream.

Wait… isn’t this character a differentiated Alpha? What kind of Alpha lives in a pink bubble like this?

No wonder people called the original character a “spoiled little princess.” Even her pheromones were pink peach-scented. As a 26-year-old “auntie” who had been in the workforce for four years, she found it hard to face this version of herself.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She checked her phone 7:00 PM. Her parents were home.

Recalling her persona as a lazy gamer, she didn’t rush out. A moment later, a fashionable woman in large sunglasses entered. This was her mother, Ding Chengying.

“Xiao Yu, look what Mommy bought for you,” she said softly.

Ai Xiaoyu flinched at the nickname. “I’m playing a game,” she grumbled in a bored tone. “I told you not to bother me.”

[System: …Host, were you a professional actress in your past life?]

Her mother didn’t mind the attitude. She opened a box of beautifully packaged Osmanthus Cakes.

“These are your favorite! Eat something and take a break.”

Ai Xiaoyu’s heart softened. Why didn’t the original soul cherish such a kind mother? She took a bite. Ugh, so sweet.

As she chewed, she saw a figure pass by the half-open door. A pair of dark eyes flickered for a second—lonely and unreadable. It was Jing Nianxun.

The scent of the cakes was strong; she must have smelled them. Ai Xiaoyu suddenly remembered: Osmanthus Cakes were Jing Nianxun’s favorite. Her late mother used to make them for her. But the original Ai Xiaoyu would always buy them and eat them all herself, never sharing a single bite.

[Original Text: Jing Nianxun stood by the door, watching the mother and daughter share food. The scent of the cakes made her heart ache. She remembered her mother feeding her these cakes… She clenched her fists and walked away in silence.]

The half-eaten cake in Ai Xiaoyu’s hand suddenly felt like lead.

“Is it not good?” her mother asked. “Should I give the rest to Mimi?” (Mimi was the local stray cat).

Ai Xiaoyu thought: Is the female lead’s status really lower than a cat’s?!

She cleared her throat. “Mimi has a bad stomach lately. Just… give them to Jing Nianxun. It’s a waste to throw them out.”

Her mother looked at her with pure shock, which turned into doting pride. “My Xiao Yu has grown up! You’ve learned to share!”

Ai Xiaoyu arrived at Jing Nianxun’s room.

The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the house. It was dark, damp, and filled with old furniture and discarded boxes. Jing Nianxun was sitting at a small desk, using only a tiny lamp to save on electricity, a habit from her days in poverty.

“This is too sweet,” Ai Xiaoyu said, placing the box on the desk. “You can have the rest.”

She turned and left without looking back.

Inside the room, Jing Nianxun stared at the cakes. She picked one up, inspected it for poison, and then looked at the door.

Usually, Ai Xiaoyu slammed doors. This time, she had closed it so gently, as if she were afraid of disturbing her. Jing Nianxun took a small bite. It was soft and crisp. She licked her lips, wondering what was happening.

[System: OOC! OOC! Ai Xiaoyu’s movement was out of character! She didn’t slam the door! OOC +5. Total: 5.]

Back in her room, Ai Xiaoyu wailed into her pillow. Is it easy to transmigrate?! Not only is the book twisted, but the system is a moron too!

[System: Protagonist attribute change! Jing Nianxun’s Confusion +5! Ai Xiaoyu’s Image Complexity +5!]

What kind of weird attributes are those?!

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