Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 2

Wen Huiyun suppressed the downturn at the corners of her mouth and nodded at Cheng Xiaoming: “May your wishes come true.”

“Mm, I hope you find your ideal partner here too.”

Wen Huiyun wasn’t emotionally resilient enough to peacefully coexist with the destined Alpha who would one day carve into her flesh. For the rest of their small talk, she responded with vague pleasantries. Sensing her growing distance, Cheng Xiaoming fell silent.

Wen Huiyun excused herself from the seat: “That area looks beautiful is it an open kitchen? I’ll go take a look.”

She glanced around the kitchen entrance before circling to the far left edge of the semicircular sofa, sitting down casually and placing her backpack on the adjacent seat.

Between Wen Huiyun and Cheng Xiaoming now lay a three-meter-wide half-circle.

Meanwhile, the barrage of video comments exploded:

[OMG, how do I tell Cheng Xiaoming that “Hand” is Wen Huiyun?! The identity reveal later is gonna be unbearable to watch!]

[9MG, Hand-sama really is an Alpha! Did you see how Wen Huiyun deliberately distanced herself from Cheng Xiaoming? She must’ve been spooked by Cheng’s confession to “Hand”!]

[Anyone who dares call Black Hand-sama ugly better buy me Spicy Prince snacks, our queen is drop-dead gorgeous!]

The AI announcement chimed: “Welcome our first Omega guest.”

The door swung open.

“Hellow everybody~”

Wen Huiyun and Cheng Xiaoming looked up to see a JK-style girl pulling her suitcase inside.

“Wow! I’m the first Omega!” The girl sported a youthful, vibrant orange-gold bob. With a slight tilt of her head, she flashed a bright smile, revealing pearly white canines. “Hello, Alpha sisters! I’m Mi Tao, I love peaches, hehe!”

“Hello, I’m Wen Huiyun.”

“Cheng Xiaoming.”

Mi Tao’s gaze swept over the semicircular sofa. She moved to sit beside Wen Huiyun, but the latter’s backpack occupied too much space and Wen Huiyun made no move to shift it.

Mi Tao squinted with a smile and settled slightly farther away.

Cheng Xiaoming remarked, “You seem very young.”

Mi Tao turned to her. “I might be the youngest here.” Suddenly, she waved her hands. “Ah-ah! The producers said we can’t share personal info at the start.”

“Mm, I won’t pry. Just an observation.”

Mi Tao’s arrival instantly thawed the icy atmosphere in the living room. The three chatted animatedly, trading lighthearted remarks.

“Have you sisters checked out the rooms upstairs yet?”

Wen Huiyun said no; Cheng Xiaoming shook her head.

Mi Tao tilted her head. “Ohh, then let’s wait till everyone arrives before touring them!”

The AI announced: “Welcome our second Omega guest.”

They turned in unison as the door swung open, sunlight pouring in like clear water.

A flowing dress fluttered like immortal robes, her snow-white, slender legs faintly visible beneath.

Ye Zhuoyan moved as lightly as a crane, her swan-like neck pale and elongated, her delicate chin slightly raised, lips like a single stroke of vermillion.

With a faint smile, she didn’t fix her gaze on anyone in particular. Lowering her long lashes, her voice drifted down like soft snowfall. “Hello, I’m Ye Zhuoyan.”

[It’s really Ye Zhuoyan! My hidden gem idol! Everyone, go watch her Chang’e Drunk on the Moon from the 7th Magnolia Cup classical dance finals, it’s transcendent!]

[Legs! Legs! Legs! Goddess Ye’s legs! I’m obsessed! I wanna be her eternal leg accessory!]

Wen Huiyun froze for only a second before quickly glancing at Cheng Xiaoming. Sure enough, the woman’s eyes were locked onto Ye Zhuoyan’s face and those endless legs.

Cheng Xiaoming said to Ye Zhuoyan, “I think I’ve seen you before,” while subtly glancing at Wen Huiyun out of the corner of her eye.

Mi Tao gasped excitedly, “I know! Sister Zhuoyan won the Magnolia Cup for classical dance! I’ve even watched your historical romance drama! You’re so much more elegant in person than on screen!”

Ye Zhuoyan nodded politely. “Thank you, you’re very beautiful too.”

Though not naturally outgoing, Wen Huiyun knew she had to pursue Ye Zhuoyan to change her tragic fate. Even Mi Tao, an omega, was so enthusiastic about Ye Zhuoyan as her official wife, she needed to make an even better impression.

Wen Huiyun moved her backpack aside and gestured to the seat next to her with a gentle smile. “Please, have a seat.”

Ye Zhuoyan moved with the grace of a breeze, walking straight to the far end of the sofa on Cheng Xiaoming’s right, a semicircle three meters away from Cheng Xiaoming just as Wen Huiyun extended her invitation.

She sat in the spot farthest from Wen Huiyun, six meters apart.

“…” Wen Huiyun maintained her smile, quietly burying the awkwardness deep in her eyes.

It was fine. She had expected this. Given how terrible the original owner was, if she were Ye Zhuoyan, she’d be even colder.

The road ahead is long and arduous, she would strive tirelessly. Take it slow.

[I’m dying of secondhand embarrassment, lying in the ICU sipping congee.]

[Was Cheng Xiaoming glancing at Her Majesty Wen because she’s afraid Wen likes Goddess Ye?]

[Help, it’s obvious Her Majesty Wen fell for Goddess Ye at first sight!]

After sitting down, Ye Zhuoyan didn’t speak another word. When Mi Tao asked her questions, she responded only with nods or shakes of her head.

She sat there quietly, the white light casting over her like an ethereal painting of a transcendent beauty.

As more people gathered, the atmosphere in the large living room grew subtly tense.

Ye Zhuoyan read silently, Cheng Xiaoming chatted with Mi Tao but occasionally glanced around, and Mi Tao kept trying to pull Wen Huiyun into the conversation. Wen Huiyun, however, was distracted, looking for chances to talk to Ye Zhuoyan.

Who would break this strange atmosphere?

The AI broadcast announced, “Welcome the third alpha guest.”

A pair of pointed high heels clicked softly as they stepped through the door.

“Hello everyone, I’m Liang Yuan.”

Her light brown waves cascaded down, complementing her almond-white pencil skirt. A pale coat draped over her shoulders, and sheer black stockings elegantly hugged her legs, sophisticated and graceful.

Liang Yuan scanned the circular sofa and took the empty seat between Cheng Xiaoming and Ye Zhuoyan. “Have you all been here long?”

Mi Tao, cheerful as a corgi, bounded over to sit beside Liang Yuan. “I was the third to arrive, almost two hours ago.” She poured water for her. “Here, have some water, sis.”

“Thank you.”

Wen Huiyun couldn’t help but glance at the tea table in front of Ye Zhuoyan, the hot water she had poured earlier had gone cold. Ye Zhuoyan hadn’t taken a single sip.

[Mi Tao’s fondness for Liang Yuan is so obvious, but in her interview, she said she likes mature, intellectual alphas. Liang Yuan fits perfectly.]

[But Liang Yuan’s interview said she prefers innocent, kitten-like types. A lively, puppy-like girl like Tao might be a no-go.]

[Why worry? There’s still that oblivious alpha-alpha tragic romance next to them. Anything’s possible.]

[PFFT, “alpha-alpha tragic romance” is gonna be the death of me!]

By 6 p.m., no new guests had arrived.

Wen Huiyun glanced at the door in confusion. No more guests? There were three alphas and two omegas, still one person missing.

The AI announcement played: “There’s one more omega guest who will arrive later. Now, let’s all review the rules for our show ‘Love & Nest 4’ together.”

The projection screen opposite the circular sofa descended as the projector flicked on with a click, displaying a welcome animation.

“Welcome to our beautiful and cozy ‘Lovers’ Manor’!”

“Here, you’ll live together, participate in various activities, and choose your ideal partner to build a love nest~”

“During your happy stay at ‘Lovers’ Manor,’ please be sure to follow these rules:

1. Before the revelation segment, no personal information may be asked, including age, occupation, or related experiences.

2. The production team has arranged daytime activities, with free interaction time from 6 PM to 10 PM each evening.”

“The staircase on the left side of the main lounge leads to the alpha guests’ resting area, while the right staircase goes to the omega guests’ quarters~”

“Now, please choose your favorite rooms!”

The three alphas instinctively helped the omega carry their luggage upstairs before returning to the left wing.

Cheng Xiaoming and Liang Yuan had already gone upstairs, while Wen Huiyu lingered in the main lounge, deliberately rummaging through her open backpack.

She wanted to wait for Cheng Xiaoming to pick a room first, ensuring they wouldn’t be neighbors.

It wasn’t that Wen Huiyu was cowardly, no one wanted to sleep in the same bedroom as someone who might one day end their life.

After waiting about ten minutes, Wen Huiyu assumed Cheng Xiaoming and Liang Yuan had chosen their rooms and prepared to go upstairs.

Light footsteps descended the right staircase. Wen Huiyu looked up and met Ye Zhuoyan’s bright eyes.

“Zhuoyan, is there anything I can help you with?”

Ye Zhuoyan kept her gaze forward, quickly passing by her. “Thank you, but I don’t need help.”

With that, Ye Zhuoyan walked into the spacious open kitchen.

Wen Huiyu followed, rolling up her shirt sleeves and deftly tying on an apron. After checking the refrigerator, she asked Ye Zhuoyan, “What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you.”

Ye Zhuoyan maintained the elegant, upright posture of a dancer at all times. She tilted her chin slightly, her eyelids lowered, her tone cool. “Really, it’s unnecessary. Thank you.”

Wen Huiyu said, “I’m hungry too. I’ll make extra, if you’d like to try some, that would be fine, wouldn’t it?”

Ye Zhuoyan glanced at the production crew’s cameras and, without further refusal, gave a slight nod.

The refrigerator only contained simple ingredients prepared by the crew. Wen Huiyu took out toast, ham, and some vegetables.

She melted butter in a pan, skillfully frying the bread slices to make ham sandwiches, then tossed a Caesar salad with the vegetables.

Ye Zhuoyan stood quietly by the induction cooker, boiling vegetarian dumplings, occasionally glancing at Wen Huiyu.

A slight frown crossed Ye Zhuoyan’s face.

She found it strange.

Having grown up with Wen Huiyu and been married to her for two years, this spoiled, indulgent alpha had never once stepped into the kitchen. Ye Zhuoyan had even doubted whether Wen Huiyu knew how to turn on a gas stove.

How could this same Wen Huiyu now be frying bread and ham and tossing a Caesar salad?

Wen Huiyu brought the sandwiches and salad to the table, also fetching a bowl and chopsticks for Ye Zhuoyan. Softly, she said, “It’s a bit hot now, wait for it to cool before eating.”

Ye Zhuoyan brought over her dumplings and sat down. “Thank you,” she said, but didn’t touch the food.

After eating two sandwiches, Wen Huiyu said she would go upstairs to tidy her room and return later to wash the dishes.

After she left, Ye Zhuoyan looked at the sandwich on the plate and picked up a piece.

Initially curious about what Wen Huiyun could have made, she was instead met with her most hated smell peanut butter.

Ye Zhuoyan’s brows furrowed tightly as she placed the sandwich back on the plate.

Turning away from the camera, she covered her face in distress.

Of course. She should have known Wen Huiyun would never have good intentions!

She was the one who wanted a divorce, yet she was also the one who tore up the divorce papers. She was the one who offered to cook for her, yet she was also the one who deliberately added peanut butter to upset her.

Ye Zhuoyan was allergic to most nuts something Wen Huiyun had known since they were five. They had attended the same kindergarten, where Ye Zhuoyan once accidentally ate a classmate’s pistachios and went into anaphylactic shock, alarming the entire school.

Ye Zhuoyan didn’t understand. She lived her life, Wen Huiyun lived hers so why did Wen Huiyun always have to torment her?

It was bad enough that Wen Huiyun went back on her word and refused to help the Ye family. Now, participating in this variety show for a career resurgence was her only chance to help her family so why did Wen Huiyun have to come and ruin it?!

Was tormenting her really that fun?!

The more Ye Zhuoyan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Her eyes reddened, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped her chopsticks.

There were cameras on the wall, she couldn’t lose her composure.

Taking several deep breaths, Ye Zhuoyan quietly finished her dumplings and cleared the table.

“It smells amazing, who made the sandwiches?”

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