Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 22

Ye Zhuoyan tapped on Wen Huiyun’s profile picture and sent a message.

『I’ve figured out what “distant” means. (Are there other little animals in the lantern?)』

Then, as usual, she sent her a question mark emoji with the yellow bean character.

By the time Ye Zhuoyan finished wrestling with her private thoughts, Jiang Yining in the adjacent bed was trembling under her blanket.

Ye Zhuoyan set her feet down and leaned over curiously, “Yining? What’s wrong?”

Jiang Yining peeked out from under the blanket, her makeup removed, revealing her bright and delicate peach-blossom eyes that blinked shyly.

Ye Zhuoyan watched her cautious movements, like a curious little kitten, and couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s really going on?”

Jiang Yining quickly raised a finger to her lips. “Shh, I’m watching a horror movie. Can’t let the vengeful spirit notice me.”

“Alright, alright, then you better hide well.”

Ye Zhuoyan helped tuck her blanket snugly around her. Jiang Yining curled up, clutching her tablet through the blanket, her posture somewhat resembling No-Face from “Spirited Away.”

Ye Zhuoyan returned to her own bed and had just lain down when Jiang Yining suddenly scrambled over, hiding beside Ye Zhuoyan’s blanket, tugging at the corner hesitantly as if wanting to crawl in but feeling too shy.

The beauty whimpered, “Yanyan!”

Ye Zhuoyan lifted the blanket to let her in, gently stroking her back as if soothing a kitten. “Did the spirit find you?”

Jiang Yining shook her head, tucking her exposed feet under the covers and wrapping her arms around Ye Zhuoyan’s, leaning her head against her shoulder.

Ye Zhuoyan brushed away the stray strands of hair from her face and asked softly, “Then why are you so scared?”

Sitting so close, Ye Zhuoyan could smell the sweet, intoxicating fragrance of rose-infused wine emanating from behind Jiang Yining’s ears, rich and sugary, with a lingering alcoholic warmth.

Jiang Yining inched closer, then closer still, raising a hand to Ye Zhuoyan’s ear, her red lips parting slightly.

“I saw…”

Her lips moved.

“…possession.”

Ye Zhuoyan’s eyes widened abruptly.

Possession?

Flashes of memories raced through Ye Zhuoyan’s mind Wen Huiyun smiling at her, being gentle, wearing an apron while cooking porridge in the kitchen, handing a kitten to her…

That was Wen Huiyun’s face, but not her personality, nor her constitution.

“Possession” was a superstitious practice where one’s soul took over another’s body. Could it be…?

Ye Zhuoyan let out a nervous gasp. “Hah!”

Jiang Yining’s voice pulled her back to reality. “Yanyan? Are you scared too?”

Ye Zhuoyan exhaled deeply. “Not exactly.”

She hesitated before asking, “Do you think… possession is real in this world?”

Jiang Yining stammered uncertainly, “M-maybe. I’ve heard of cases where someone disappears or something happens, and when they’re found, their personality changes completely, even developing strange new traits.”

Ye Zhuoyan froze.

This…

Jiang Yining’s description matched Wen Huiyun perfectly.

Ye Zhuoyan swallowed hard, breaking into a cold sweat for no apparent reason.

Jiang Yining crawled back under her own blanket to hide.

“Can’t watch anymore. I’ll drag Cheng Xiaoming to finish the rest tomorrow.”

Ye Zhuoyan wiped her sweat and replied, “Ming-jie? Don’t you hate her? And you’re asking her to watch with you?”

Jiang Yining turned off the light and closed her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

Just like in childhood dark, cold, and gradually getting used to being alone.

Jiang Yining said, “Yeah, I hate her. If Huiyun, Yuanyuan, and Taotao weren’t all scared of horror movies, who’d invite her?”

Yes, she detested Cheng Xiaoming the most.

Back then, the Cheng family had a second daughter haughty, self-righteous, meddling in everything at a young age, bringing home anyone she deemed needed saving, whether they actually did or not.

Ye Zhuoyan stayed quiet for a moment before speaking softly, “It’s okay, I’ll stay with you.”

Lately, Wen Huiyun had been dreaming a lot, sleeping fitfully, waking up with only fragmented memories and a groggy, exhausted mind.

Wen Huiyun rubbed her temples as she got up and headed to the bathroom, where she found Liang Yuan already there.

“Huiyun, you didn’t sleep well, those dark circles under your eyes are awful.”

Wen Huiyun splashed water on her face. “Yeah, too many dreams.”

“Too anxious? Something on your mind?”

“Not really anything specific.”

That’s what she said, but Wen Huiyun was still keeping things to herself.

What exactly had the original host gone through before dying? Would those dangers come after her? What had happened between the original host and Ye Zhuoyan in the past? Their relationship didn’t seem like just a forced marriage. These were all questions Wen Huiyun wanted answers to.

When she first transmigrated into the novel, she had been too busy adapting, focusing mostly on stabilizing her pheromones and hadn’t given much thought to anything else.

Now that the female lead’s favorability had risen and Ye Zhuoyan had grown closer to her, Wen Huiyun needed to consider more carefully.

Maintaining Ye Zhuoyan’s affection and making thorough preparations were the only ways to rewrite her cannon-fodder fate.

Oh, right one more thing.

Wen Huiyun turned to Liang Yuan. “Liang-jie, can I ask you something personal? Keep it between us?”

“Sure, what is it?” Liang Yuan replied, toothbrush still in her mouth, foam at the corners of her lips.

“If someone was allergic to something before but isn’t anymore, what could be the reason?”

Liang Yuan rinsed her mouth before answering. “Hmm, usually it’s the opposite people develop allergies over time. I’ve never heard of it reversing. Allergic reactions are tied to ‘allergic constitution,’ an internal factor. If there’s a change in glands or the immune system, that might explain it.”

Wen Huiyun frowned. “What kind of changes in glands or the immune system?”

Liang Yuan thought for a second, then chuckled. “Well, the only things that come to mind are genetic mutations, radiation exposure, or biochemical experiments.”

“……”

Wen Huiyun immediately felt a headache coming on. None of those sounded like something Ye Zhuoyan would believe.

Earlier, Wen Huiyun had traded a “Designated Wish Card” with Mi Tao and, considering the progress of the Love Nest renovations, cashed in the “Lovers’ Vault Card.”

With the money in hand, she decided to start with the foundation, the original one was too damp, and the drainage needed redoing.

Before the Love Nest was even finished, the sign for “Worry-Free Eatery” went up.

Outside the shop, she set up benches for passersby to rest, a water dispenser, and a tasting stand, which she tended to every morning.

When Wen Huiyun arrived at the renovation site, she found the entrance littered with fallen leaves and trash, the benches splattered with paint, and the tasting stand knocked over, filthy.

Sigh. The third time this week.

She didn’t know who was behind it, but she could guess probably jealous competitors from nearby restaurants.

Ever since she opened Worry-Free Eatery, she’d stolen a lot of business, so resentment wasn’t surprising.

Wen Huiyun cleaned up, moved the benches, and then discovered the glass in the back living area had been smashed.

This is a bit too much.

Fortunately, Wen Huiyun had the foresight to install cameras on the first day of renovation.

She decided to first identify the troublemaker before dealing with them properly.

While reviewing the footage, Wen Huiyun suddenly thought of something.

Could Ye Zhuoyan’s cramped apartment be facing similar neighbor conflicts? Omegas are already more vulnerable to bullying in society, and Zhuoyan is kind-hearted and gentle, could she be suffering in silence?

Unable to rest easy, Wen Huiyun opened the Lianlian app and was about to use the “Designated Wish Card” when—

Beep beep beep!

Lianlian notification: Contestant Ye Zhuoyan has used the “Summon Another Helper Card” to invite you to build a love nest together. Will you accept?

Wen Huiyun’s heart skipped a beat like a deer’s gentle nudge.

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