Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 24
The overlapping white bandeau perfectly cradled Ye Zhuoyan’s ample curves, with a delicate cutout between her chest and navel revealing a glimpse of luminous skin like a half-veiled beauty exuding allure.
The black swimsuit hugged her slender waist and graceful hips, its delicate hem swaying gently with each step of her long, fair legs.
Unaccustomed to wearing swimwear on camera, Ye Zhuoyan had added a thin shawl over her shoulders with the director’s permission.
Wen Huiyun was utterly captivated by Ye Zhuoyan’s swimsuit appearance, but after a few seconds of stunned admiration, she quickly averted her gaze.
It was fine to be momentarily enchanted by one’s wife in public, but staring too long would be downright perverted, absolutely not.
Mi Tao and Jiang Yining followed behind Ye Zhuoyan.
Mi Tao wore a red polka-dot halter top with a matching skirt-style swimsuit, while Jiang Yining sported a sheer black bikini with a ruby waist chain accentuating her curves.
On the alpha side, Wen Huiyun kept it modest with a short-sleeved top and shorts, Cheng Xiaoming opted for a sporty swim vest and mid-length trunks, and Liang Yuan wore a sleek, high-waisted one-piece with tie details.
Comments flooded the screen:
[Currently licking the screen Ye Goddess’s legs belong on my stomach ;P]
[Handsome Lady (Wen Huiyun) just stared at Ye Zhuoyan like she was hypnotized (granny smirk)]
**[I’m Jiang Yining is too damn hot, holy **, sis *** me]
[Look at what you just typed not a single keyword survived. RIP.]
[Cheng Xiaoming, where are you looking? Tsk, preaching omega morals but still led astray by curves =.=]
[Wen Huiyun’s too conservative, boo!]
[Cheng Xiaoming’s swimwear is designer, I remember seeing it at a launch event…]
[Peach (Mi Tao) is adorable!]
[Drop the link for Liang Yuan’s swimsuit.]
Wen Huiyun quickly glanced at Mi Tao and Jiang Yining before looking away.
The sound of the wave pool echoed around them as the director approached with a box. Wen Huiyun reached in and drew a slip of paper.
The director announced the rules: “Next up is our third activity, the swimming relay!”
“Please open your slips and group up according to matching numbers.”
“Find your assigned lane at the competition pool and warm up under the coach’s guidance.”
“Your ranking in this round will affect your selection privileges later, so give it your all!”
With an enthusiastic shout: “The Alpha-Omega Swimming Relay begins now!”
Wen Huiyun unfolded her slip number 3. She held it up, scanning for her partner.
Jiang Yining waved her matching slip and blew a kiss. “Huiyun~ Finally paired with you!”
Wen Huiyun’s brain short-circuited for a second before she smiled in response.
Seems luck wasn’t always on her side when it came to being teamed with Ye Zhuoyan.
Lane 1: Cheng Xiaoming & Mi Tao
Lane 2: Wen Huiyun & Jiang Yining
Lane 3: Liang Yuan & Ye Zhuoyan
“First leg, alphas!” The director raised a flag. “Go!”
Three alphas plunged into the water as the commentator cheered: “Cheng Xiaoming takes an early lead, with Wen Huiyun close behind in pursuit! Wait! Liang Yuan, why are you doing breaststroke while everyone else is doing butterfly?”
Since the race had no stroke restrictions, speed alone determined the winner, and no penalties were given.
Soon, Cheng Xiaoming reached the opposite end where Mi Tao waited in position.
The director’s voice boomed: “Cheng Xiaoming and Mi Tao perfect handoff! Beautiful!”
“Oh wow! What’s happening? Jiang Yining is actually catching up to Mi Tao! Unbelievable! How is she swimming so fast!”
Wen Huiyun sat on a lounge chair by the poolside, using a towel to wipe water from her face. At this moment, Liang Yuan and Ye Zhuoyan exchanged a high-five.
Silently cheering “Go Zhuoyan!” in her heart, Wen Huiyun turned her gaze back to the swimming competition.
By then, Jiang Yining had already reached the middle of the lane, swimming neck-and-neck with Mi Tao and about to overtake her.
Wen Huiyun casually remarked, “I never knew Yining was such a strong swimmer.”
Cheng Xiaoming was staring intently at Jiang Yining with sharp eyes.
This was the first time Wen Huiyun had seen Cheng Xiaoming so focused.
“Ming-jie? What are you thinking about?”
“It’s not just about being a good swimmer. I’ve had professional swimmer training since childhood, it’s rare for amateurs to beat me. For an omega to close the gap I created without elite-level training? I don’t buy it.”
Elite-level training? What kind of training would that be?
Wen Huiyun chuckled, “Maybe Yining grew up by the sea and is just naturally fast.”
She figured the proud alpha was just making excuses to save face after losing.
Cheng Xiaoming didn’t respond, keeping her eyes fixed on the pool.
Liang Yuan replenished with some electrolyte water and sat down, rubbing her calves with a sigh. “Ugh, this competition had to target my weakest area.”
Wen Huiyun observed Liang Yuan quietly, thinking that daily wellness routines clearly weren’t enough more exercise was necessary.
Final rankings: Group 2, Group 1, Group 3.
When the results were announced, Wen Huiyun initially worried it might disadvantage Ye Zhuoyan. But after the director explained that the rankings would only determine mandatory elements for their love nests with minimal impact on renovations, she finally relaxed.
Adjacent to the outdoor pool area was the hotel’s spa center. The production crew gave the guests two hours to freshen up.
Liang Yuan handed Wen Huiyun a bathrobe. “Huiyun, aren’t you going to shower?”
“Thanks.” Wen Huiyun draped the robe over her shoulders. “You go ahead. I’ll be right there.”
The spa had VIP private rooms, but the poolside shower area was an older communal space with curtained stalls.
After leaving the pool, everyone had to rinse off in the showers before heading to the spa for a thorough wash.
The thought of sharing a communal shower with two other alphas even with curtains made Wen Huiyun slightly uncomfortable.
Plus, after soaking in cold water for so long, her diluted pheromones required another inhibitor dose.
Hmmmm.
Better wait until they’re done.
Ye Zhuoyan was the first to enter the showers.
Unaccustomed to communal facilities, she washed quickly.
Mi Tao and Jiang Yining typically took long showers, especially Jiang Yining, who always propped up her phone to watch livestreams.
After Ye Zhuoyan emerged, she found Cheng Xiaoming and Liang Yuan already in the lounge area, chatting while watching a movie.
A sudden realization flashed through her mind, bringing a faint smile to her lips.
“Wow, you guys are fast,” Ye Zhuoyan said. “Where’s Wen Huiyun?”
Liang Yuan replied, “She just went to shower.”
Ye Zhuoyan nodded. “Oh, Hey, it’s just the six of us here, right?”
Cheng Xiaoming confirmed, “Yes, the production booked the entire floor. Don’t worry about privacy leaks.”
Ensuring privacy was one of Changxin Entertainment’s fundamental requirements for the show something Cheng Xiaoming had personally emphasized to Cheng Wenbo as non-negotiable.
Ye Zhuoyan turned around and slipped into the alpha changing room from behind the omega changing area.
Beyond the changing room lay the shower area.
Just moments ago, Ye Zhuoyan had recalled an old memory.
Back in their freshman year, Wen Huiyun (the original owner) had accompanied someone to the fencing club, where an argument broke out, leaving a faint scar in a hidden spot near the heart.
The original owner, fearing parental reprimand, never told their family but that day, the private physician had visited the house, and Ye Zhuoyan had been present.
Brain function impairment? Plausible. Memory confusion? Understandable. A drastic change in personality? Possible.
Hormonal fluctuations? Sure. Altered allergic constitution? Fine.
But a scar that should last a lifetime couldn’t just vanish, could it?
They had been practically inseparable, Wen Huiyun wouldn’t have had the chance for scar removal surgery.
A smirk curled Ye Zhuoyan’s lips. You’ll slip up eventually, you little body-snatcher.
The sound of running water pattered softly.
Mist hung thick in the air.
Tiptoeing, Ye Zhuoyan crept into the shower area, checking each stall one by one.
First stall, second stall.
There in the corner, a blue curtain was drawn shut, steam billowing from within.
Ye Zhuoyan moved silently closer, but just then, noise erupted from the changing room as Liang Yuan’s voice called out, “Huiyun, you still in there? I think I left my comb inside, could you check if it’s there?”
Footsteps drew nearer.
Panicked, Ye Zhuoyan glanced around for a hiding spot, heart pounding in their throat.
Suddenly, a damp hand seized their wrist, pulling them swiftly behind the curtain.
Inside the cramped stall, the air was thick with humid mist.
“Hah… huff…”
Wen Huiyun’s suppressed breaths echoed in Ye Zhuoyan’s ear.
The rich scent of caramel macchiato was overwhelming.
Ye Zhuoyan’s vision blurred with warmth.
Wen Huiyun braced one hand against the slick tiles, wet strands of hair clinging to their chest and back, skin glistening with droplets that trailed down the curve of their waist.
Everything was drenched in heat.
Ye Zhuoyan’s breath hitched, cheeks flushing crimson.
Thud. Thud.
Then, in a flash, their gaze snapped downward, a faint glint catching their eye.
An empty syringe lay on the floor.
Wen Huiyun quickly kicked it into the gap between the trash bin and the wall.
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