Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 15

Mi Tao obediently turned towards Wen Huiyun, tilting her head. “Hmm, Sister Huiyun?”

Wen Huiyun said, “Although everyone says your profession is hard to guess, I can get it right on the first try. Do you believe me?”

“No way! Hehe~ If you can guess it, I’ll give you a reward.”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to that.”

Without thinking too much, Mi Tao casually joked in her usual playful manner with friends, “What kind of reward does Sister Huiyun want? How about a kiss on the cheek? Hahaha!”

“…That doesn’t count.” Wen Huiyun was Ye Zhuoyan’s wife and couldn’t have intimate contact with others.

Tsk, this kid Mi Tao was really carefree. Didn’t she see her beloved Sister Liang Yuan sitting right beside her? Wasn’t she afraid Liang Yuan would get jealous?

Surprisingly, Liang Yuan wore a look of amusement, showing none of the displeasure Wen Huiyun had imagined.

The audience’s comments took a new turn:

[So Mi Tao is this bold? Sisters, seems like we worried for nothing.]

[Is Tao Tao a Samoyed? She’d wag her tail even at a thief, so easily led away TAT]

[Those calling Liang Yuan heartless, come look at this. A match made in heaven, huh?]

Wen Huiyun didn’t dare glance at Ye Zhuoyan’s face, worried her wife might be displeased and suspect something between her and Mi Tao.

Yet Ye Zhuoyan showed no reaction. The original host had often brought women home, even dared to flirt with clients’ wives. Would a little affair on a dating show be strange? Not at all. She knew Wen Huiyun’s good behavior was just an act, that flawless performance even made Ye Zhuoyan, an actress, feel inferior.

Fine, let her act. Ye Zhuoyan would see what tricks Wen Huiyun had up her sleeve and maybe learn a thing or two about acting.

Ye Zhuoyan leisurely brewed herself a cup of English milk tea.

Feeling generous, she asked Cheng Xiaoming if she wanted one too.

This question nearly made Wen Huiyun’s smile falter.

She should’ve known, the original plot’s influence wasn’t so easily changed. She’d racked her brains just to earn a sliver of Ye Zhuoyan’s favor, and now the official love interest was about to steal it away.

Wen Huiyun’s eyes held hidden hostility as she silently warned: Cheng Xiaoming, you’d better not drink that tea. My wife’s tea isn’t for just anyone.

Mi Tao noticed Wen Huiyun’s subtle shift in expression and quickly waved her hands. “I was just joking! Sister Huiyun, you can decide the reward.”

Cheng Xiaoming also sensed Wen Huiyun’s displeasure, her mind racing with schemes.

She gladly accepted Ye Zhuoyan’s tea, lifting the cup to inhale its aroma. “Zhuoyan’s tea is richer than usual.”

Ye Zhuoyan chuckled. “You flatter me, Sister Ming. It’s just instant tea from the supermarket.”

The perfectly good reveal segment descended into chaos, giving the director a headache. And as if things weren’t messy enough, someone had to stir the pot further.

Jiang Yining, hugging her human-shaped ceramic cup, squeezed in front of Ye Zhuoyan and offered her cup. “What? Richer? I want some too!”

The director in the control room was tearing his hair out: “Just reveal the answers already!”

Wen Huiyun was equally frantic inside. Everyone’s attention had been on her moments ago even Ye Zhuoyan was watching her. How did it turn into a tea party now?

Blame Sister Ming!

Cheng Xiaoming suddenly felt her nose itch and let out a loud sneeze. “Achoo!”

Wen Huiyun was determined to reclaim her moment. As the lucky transmigrator currently staging her comeback, she had to dominate the scene and secure future victories.

Straightening her posture, Wen Huiyun’s clear black-and-white eyes shone with determination. “The program rules state each player has one chance to actively exchange item cards with others.” She looked at Mi Tao. “Tao Tao, if I guess correctly, would you exchange a ‘Vault Card’ with Zhuoyan?”

“Huh?” Mi Tao didn’t expect Wen Huiyun’s proposed reward would benefit someone else.

Wen Huiyun explained, “Zhuoyan doesn’t have a Vault Card, while you have two. If you exchange one with Zhuoyan, I’ll also trade with you, you can choose any card from mine.”

Ye Zhuoyan lacked a Vault Card. Renovating the cramped apartment would be extremely difficult and inevitably exceed the budget without the card, she’d face significant constraints. Wen Huiyun had previously proposed an exchange, but Ye Zhuoyan refused since Wen only had one Vault Card. So Wen devised this roundabout way to help her.

Some people suddenly found their milk tea less appealing. Cheng Xiaoming set down his mug and checked his watch, inexplicably feeling time had slowed.

A ripple passed through Ye Zhuoyan’s calm demeanor, both in her cup and her heart. Her earlier silent criticisms of Wen Huiyun dissipated like mist.

Mi Tao readily agreed: “Deal! Just one guess though!”

Wen Huiyun concentrated before stating firmly: “You’re a student majoring in agriculture, right?”

Mi Tao gaped. “No way! Sister Huiyun, are you psychic? How did you know?” Scratching her head sheepishly, she admitted: “I’m a senior agriculture major at A University, just got accepted for graduate studies.”

As Mi Tao went to exchange cards with Ye Zhuoyan, the others regarded Wen Huiyun with admiration. Liang Yuan asked in amazement, “How did you figure that out?”

“First, she’s young and occasionally mentions cafeterias and roommates likely a student. Then during quick-fire rounds, she answered questions about solar terms and grafting, suggesting agricultural studies.” Wen delivered the explanation smoothly.

Truthfully, she hadn’t deduced it these were the original female lead’s lines from the novel. Thanks, Ming-jie!

At the sofa’s edge, Cheng Xiaoming rested slender fingers on his nose bridge, his expression inscrutable. Wen’s words mirrored his own thoughts exactly. A doting yet bitter smile tugged at his lips their hearts truly beat as one.

Jiang Yining, seated on the carpet, caught that faint smile. She lifted her eyelids slightly, finding it somewhat nauseating. Tsk. Some “shared feelings” were just wishful thinking.

The guest revelation segment concluded. As previews played with corresponding interviews, Wen Huiyun’s voiceover accompanied kneading hands on screen: “I like Ye Zhuoyan.”

Then came Ye Zhuoyan’s dancing silhouette. Watching her graceful movements, Wen couldn’t help softly applauding. My wife. My beautiful wife.

Ye Zhuoyan’s interview played: “After joining the show, I’ve discovered each guest differs greatly from expectations some have changed significantly. I’m looking forward to it.”

Wen Huiyun seized the keywords: change, anticipation. Was “the changed guest” referring to her?! Fighting to contain her excitement, Wen gazed across the coffee table at Ye Zhuoyan.

Ye Zhuoyan was chatting happily with Mi Tao when a sudden inspiration struck her. She slowly raised her lovely face and met Wen Huiyun’s gaze.

Seemingly casual, Ye Zhuoyan arched her brows with a delicate, enchanting grace, then turned away to continue her conversation with Mi Tao.

Wen Huiyun remained captivated by that fleeting smile.

Perhaps because of that smile, Wen Huiyun dreamed of Ye Zhuoyan that night.

But it wasn’t the present-day Ye Zhuoyan in the dream, she looked no older than fourteen or fifteen.

It must have been from Ye Zhuoyan’s high school days, because in the dream, they were both wearing British-style school uniforms, jogging on the playground, and rushing up the stairs at the sound of the class bell.

The dream felt so real that Wen Huiyun suspected it was a memory passed down from the original host:

Wen Huiyun stood on the sunset-lit playground, her shadow stretching long across the ground, scattered with torn pieces of paper.

And a glaringly bright heart-shaped wax seal.

Dropped on the ground, trampled and dirty.

On the other side of the field, a golden-haired girl carrying a limited-edition Hermès bag walked farther and farther away.

Wen Huiyun bit her lip to hold back tears, her chest brimming with humiliation and sorrow.

A pale hand extended toward her, holding a pristine white tissue.

Wen Huiyun slapped the hand away forcefully, then looked up into Ye Zhuoyan’s face.

Panicked, she wanted to apologize, but in the dream, her body moved beyond her control. She shoved Ye Zhuoyan, sending her stumbling back.

Ye Zhuoyan’s lips moved soundlessly. Wen Huiyun’s heart ached with regret as she strained to read her lips.

“Zhuoyan, what did you say?!”

Wen Huiyun jolted upright, drenched in sweat.

A knock sounded at the door. “Huiyun, are you awake? Are you okay?”

Glancing at the clock, she saw it was already 8 a.m., well past her usual breakfast time.

She wiped her face, threw on a robe, and opened the door.

Her phone buzzed with a message.

A morning whisper?

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