Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 27

Everything was pitch black before her eyes.

“Did I die again?”

Wen Huiyun asked herself.

“That can’t be right. I just got hit on the head by a pool float.”

Before transmigrating into this novel, Wen Huiyun had been competing in the “National Rising Star Chef Competition.” She had been performing exceptionally well and was a strong contender for the championship. But during the finals, a rival framed her for using banned spices, ruining her reputation overnight. She went from being a beloved food blogger to a despised, unethical chef.

Wen Huiyun exhausted all her connections and methods to prove her innocence, only to receive a forced disqualification notice. In the end, she faced the tragic outcome of having “all honors revoked, her chef’s license canceled, and her business permit suspended.”

On the night her restaurant closed, Wen Huiyun drowned her sorrows in alcohol outside the establishment. When she saw some thugs harassing a young woman getting off her night shift, she rushed to help and was severely injured by the assailants. Unfortunately, she left behind the vibrant world that had held all her joys and sorrows.

Now, she found herself in this novel.

Wen Huiyun asked, “Is this darkness the underworld? At least give me some explanation, Transmigration Bureau. Did I fail my mission or what? Little La—”

“Coming, coming! No need to shout.”

A tiny sprite fluttered over and landed on Wen Huiyun’s shoulder.

Wen Huiyun: “Little La, what’s my current situation?”

Little La: “You got knocked out by a swimming ring!”

Knocked out? So she wasn’t dead.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Huiyun was still puzzled: “I know I got hit by the float, but one hit shouldn’t be enough to knock me out, right?”

Little La bashfully poked her index fingers together.

“Because you haven’t been in this novel world for long, your integration isn’t stable yet. So, when your brain gets stimulated, it’s easy to faint. I forgot to remind you to protect your head.”

Wen Huiyun glared at her.

Little La (crossed out) Captain Hindsight (checked)

In the darkness, a faint light glimmered in the distance. Wen Huiyun walked toward it.

As she walked, she asked, “What exactly is this place?”

Dark, cold, and upon closer inspection, she could smell disinfectant and a hint of blood.

Wen Huiyun instinctively furrowed her brows.

Little La sat on her shoulder, staring at the light.

“This is your subconscious mind. This area contains the memories you inherited from the original host.”

Wen Huiyun asked, “Why couldn’t her memories be transferred to me all at once, completely and neatly? Do I have to piece them together bit by bit like picking through trash only when I’m dreaming or unconscious?”

Little La awkwardly looked around. “Well, that’s beyond the Transmigration Bureau’s capabilities. You should think of it this way, getting a second chance at life is like winning the lottery. Beggars can’t be choosers, right? You can’t have all the advantages.”

“…”

Wen Huiyun mentally noted this injustice. If she ever found a way to file a complaint against the Transmigration Bureau, she’d bombard their hotline until it exploded!

Since these were memories transmitted by the original host, it meant the original host had definitely been here before. Maybe she could find clues about how the original host had unexpectedly died.

Wen Huiyun reached the source of the light, a fire emergency lamp.

Under its dim glow, she could finally see her surroundings.

The path she had walked was a dark corridor. Now, she stood in a sealed room with refrigerators against the wall. A stainless-steel operating table held various precision knives, resembling surgical tools.

And in the center of the room stood a cold, metallic bed.

A person lay chained to the bed, covered with a white sheet, their appearance hidden.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint metallic tang of blood wafted into Wen Huiyun’s nose, giving her an overwhelmingly bad feeling.

Her instincts told her the person on that bed was the original host.

A door slid open silently, and Wen Huiyun hastily ducked into the hallway.

Xiao La reassured her, “Don’t be afraid. This is just a memory, not reality. Think of it as a VR movie, watch it openly.”

Wen Huiyun relaxed slightly but still didn’t want to get close to the metal bed. She peeked out to observe the room.

Beyond the door was another corridor, its floor covered with a carpet.

Glass display cases lined the hallway, housing eerie decorations that emitted an ethereal emerald glow.

Wen Huiyun had seen such high-end ornaments in luxury hotels before she recognized it instantly as a jade screen.

Outside the open door, two people were talking.

A man’s voice: “The buyer is coming in three hours to collect the hematopoietic stem cells. The other parts will be packaged separately, and the scraps will be incinerated. Even if we dismantle this Wen woman completely, it won’t cover a tenth of the debt. We’ve been played by that woman again.”

Another voice, a woman’s: “That omega again? How ruthless. How many infatuated alphas has she tricked now? She takes their money, and in the end, they don’t even get a whole corpse left. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Wen Huiyun’s heart felt as if it had been pierced by a needle. She stood frozen in shock.

The original host had been lured here by a woman! Not only had she lost her life, but her body was being sold off in pieces?!

Wen Huiyun felt her worldview shattering, her sanity plummeting. How could something this dark exist in this novel-transmigration world? The original book had never mentioned anything like this!

The conversation continued.

The woman asked, “I’m not interested in your business. Just tell me why you called me here.”

The man replied, “The boss has a special commission for you.”

The woman’s voice turned sultry: “My services don’t come cheap, you know~”

The man scoffed. “You think ‘Jade City’ can’t afford your fee?”

Shrouded in shadows, the woman pressed, “Give me a preview. What’s the job, and how much do you know?”

The man whispered in her ear.

After a moment, he straightened up and held up a number with his fingers.

The woman bent one more of his fingers back and purred, “Tell your boss the price just went up to this.”

She glided past him like a black cat, her words a venomous spider’s web.

“Changxin in City A that’s not an easy job.”

Strangely, though the woman was using a voice modulator, Wen Huiyun felt like she’d heard that voice somewhere before.

And that “Changxin in City A” the woman mentioned wasn’t that Cheng Xiaoming’s family company?

“Jade City” had also been mentioned in the original novel. Wen Huiyun remembered it as a mysterious organization that clashed heavily with the main couple and Ye Zhuoyan in the later arcs, serving as the story’s ultimate antagonist.

But Wen Huiyun had only read the first half of the book, so she had no further details.

Her mind was a tangled mess, and a headache began to throb.

No wonder the original host’s memory transfer was unstable, these memories were chaotic.

As her headache eased slightly, she thought she heard someone say her name.

“Wen Huiyun? Hah, she’s just an idiot. How could I ever be interested in trash like her? Ugh, don’t make me sick yuck.”

Wen Huiyun turned toward the source of the voice, and the memory’s scene shifted.

The darkness faded, transforming into a bright afternoon on the school campus.

This was the same school she had dreamed about not long ago.

The one where the girl Ye Zhuoyan attended.

The golden-haired girl Yue Wenghui saw was precisely the same one from her previous dream.

The blonde girl wore a school uniform, her hair tied up in a fluffy high ponytail, with large, innocent doe eyes that radiated purity and charm.

She pulled out several pink love letters from her bag and read them aloud in front of several classmates, mocking them as she went.

“What era is this, still writing love letters by hand? So tacky. Disgusting. If it weren’t for her family having a bit of money, making her run around buying me bags like a fool, why would I even bother with her?”

Wenghui clicked her tongue in disbelief, this must be the “white moonlight” the original host had pined for.

Truly, trash attracts trash!

But this wasn’t the original host’s memory. From beginning to end, the original host had believed her “white moonlight” truly loved her.

So whose memory fragment had mixed in here?

Wenghui asked Xiao La, who whispered back, “Shh, this is a free ‘heroine memory fragment’ trial version from our bureau’s system, meant to help you gain the heroine’s favor. Future ones will cost you! Analyze the rest of the memory slowly, I’ve got bureau business to handle, so I’m off!”

Wenghui: ?

Scammy transmigration bureau!

Suddenly, someone walked over and coldly said to the blonde girl, “It’s wrong to slander classmates behind their backs.”

Wenghui’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw who it was.

It was… Ye Zhuoyan.

The blonde girl rolled her eyes and sneered, “Oh, it’s Senior Ye. Even if you’re the disciplinary committee head, I haven’t been late or skipped class, what right do you have to lecture me?”

Zhuoyan glanced at the love letters the blonde girl had tossed on the ground, each word painstakingly written by the original host.

The original host had poured her heart into them, only for her beloved to trample them underfoot.

The blonde girl leaned in over a desk, smirking disdainfully. “Everyone in this school knows your Ye family doesn’t have much money. You’re just trying to latch onto the Wen family, aren’t you? Senior, you must be dreaming every day of presenting as an omega to seduce Wenghui, right? Keep dreaming, she’d never look at someone like you.”

Zhuoyan’s gaze turned icy. “Don’t lump me in with the likes of you.”

Wenghui’s blood boiled. Damn it, how dare this toxic side character spew such arrogance at Zhuoyan?

She rushed forward to slap the blonde girl, but the memory shifted again her hand instead struck Zhuoyan’s face.

An adult Zhuoyan.

In their marital home.

Wenghui, no longer in control of herself, gripped Zhuoyan’s chin and forced her to look up.

Zhuoyan’s delicate cheek quickly reddened and swelled. Her eyes were cold and defiant, yet glistening with unshed tears.

Under the memory’s influence, Wenghui spat out the original host’s words: “What right do you have to mention her in front of me? You’re not worthy of saying her name. Ye Zhuoyan, you schemed your way into marrying into the Wen family, ruining my happiness and now you dare slander her, trying to drive a wedge between us?!”

Zhuoyan trembled uncontrollably, her voice frigid. “Do you really think you know…? Do you know what… says about you behind your back? What makes you think I wanted to marry you? I never!”

Slap! Another strike.

Wenghui stared at her own hand in horror. No, she didn’t want to hurt Zhuoyan!

Unable to control herself, Wen Huiyun opened her mouth: “You vicious woman, I’ll never love you in this lifetime. You’ve ruined me, and I’ll ruin you too.”

“Ye Zhuoyan, you’ll never find happiness.”

“I’ll torment you until death.”

Wen Huiyun struggled with all her might to break free from the memories, clutching her own throat as if to shatter those cruel words spoken by the original host into oblivion!

No, those weren’t true, not what she wanted to say.

Zhuoyan, don’t believe them.

Salty, metallic tears welled up and rolled down her burning cheeks.

Zhuoyan, this isn’t me.

Zhuoyan, wait for me.

Zhuoyan, Zhuoyan…

Something cool and gentle brushed against Wen Huiyun’s face, wiping away her tears.

Her hand felt warm, clasped tightly by another, fingers intertwined.

A voice spoke near her ear.

It sounded muffled, as if through a fog.

“Wen Huiyun, you must wake up soon.”

Beneath her eyelids, Wen Huiyun’s eyes moved.

She recognized the voice, it was Ye Zhuoyan.

“But I’m so afraid you’ll revert back when you wake up. I… don’t dislike the current you.”

I won’t change.

I’ll stay like this forever.

Strands of hair tickled Wen Huiyun’s neck, sending shivers down her spine, while a warm, soft presence pressed against her body.

The sweet, cotton-candy scent of vanilla enveloped her, gentle and refreshing.

“Your eyes moved, did you hear me? If you did, give me some response, okay? Any response will do move your fingers, your lips, or—”

A pair of warm arms gently encircled Ye Zhuoyan.

Bright sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, spilling onto the pristine white bed.

Ye Zhuoyan lay against Wen Huiyun’s chest, their noses barely a centimeter apart.

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