Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 31

Mi Tao clung to Ye Zhuoyan’s arm, swaying back and forth while whining, “Sister Yanyan, Help me out, please!”

Instead of holding Mi Tao’s hand as usual and gently agreeing, Ye Zhuoyan lowered her chin slightly in silence.

Wanting to give Wen Huiyun a gift and asking for advice on what to choose?

If it were the old Wen Huiyun, her preferences would have been flashy things limited edition luxury brands, auctioned antiques.

But now, Ye Zhuoyan wasn’t sure what the current Wen Huiyun would like.

Yet, in just the short time they’d been on the variety show together, Wen Huiyun had already figured out her preferences everything from their meals at the mansion to the meticulous arrangements for their dates catered to her tastes.

In this regard, Ye Zhuoyan had been outdone by Wen Huiyun.

Mi Tao bent down to look up at Ye Zhuoyan, her eyes sparkling with expectation. “Sister Yanyan?”

Unaware that her expression had seemed somewhat cold earlier, Ye Zhuoyan suddenly smiled, leaving Mi Tao blinking in confusion.

“Taotao, everyone has another side to them.”

Mi Tao tilted her head, puzzled.

Ye Zhuoyan gently covered her hand and spoke earnestly, “Maybe she isn’t as good as you think.”

After all, Mi Tao had no idea how terrible Wen Huiyun (the original) had been extravagant, indulgent, promiscuous, gambling, even domestic violence she’d done every despicable thing imaginable.

If Wen Huiyun’s mental state ever took a turn for the worse and reverted, there was no guarantee more harm wouldn’t follow.

Becoming sworn sisters? Such a “high-risk” idea, Ye Zhuoyan advised Mi Tao to drop it.

Lowering her voice, Ye Zhuoyan added, “I might have been a bit vague earlier. Let me put it this way: some people are indeed warm, but they might be equally warm to everyone. You’re still in school, and your environment is relatively sheltered. You need to stay alert.”

Mi Tao nodded thoughtfully, recalling terms like “player” or “people-pleaser,” and hugged Ye Zhuoyan gratefully. “Thank you, Sister Yan! Only we omegas truly look out for each other.”

“Both Yining and I will protect you.” Ye Zhuoyan patted her back gently before adding, “Actually, I don’t know Wen Huiyun that well either. But she’s skilled at cooking, so anything related to culinary gifts would be a safe choice.”

Mi Tao chirped obediently, “Got it, thanks!”

Sworn sisters were off the table, but since Huiyun had been so kind to her today, she still wanted to return the favor with a small gift.

Ye Zhuoyan ruffled Mi Tao’s short hair and glanced up to see Liang Yuan watching them from a distance. With a faint smile, she stood and headed to the kitchen.

Liang Yuan looked down at the brown sugar and motherwort tea in her hands, then at Mi Tao curled up on the couch scrolling through kitchenware on Whale East. Her smile slowly faded.

Her gloomy expression lasted only a moment.

“Little Peach, I just warmed up some motherwort tea for you good for warming your womb and nourishing your complexion.”

She sat beside Mi Tao, stirring the tea with a spoon. “Want me to feed you?”

Mi Tao, engrossed in browsing Whale East, didn’t even glance up. “Mhm, thanks, Sister Yuanyuan! Just leave it on the table, I’ll drink it after I finish shopping!”

Liang Yuan stared at Mi Tao for two seconds before replying, “Alright.”

She set the teacup down and left.

Wen Huiyun, returning from taking out the trash, bumped into Liang Yuan at the door.

“Sister Liang, where are you going? Dinner’s almost ready, the roast chicken is best fresh out of the oven.”

“The AC inside is too stuffy for me. I’ll take a quick walk and be back. Huiyun, are you making hot milk cakes tonight?”

Wen Huiyun was utterly baffled.

Liang Yuan smiled and said, “Peach mentioned the hot milk treasure you bought her today was delicious. Hearing about it made me crave some too.”

“No problem, consider it done!”

Comments floated across the screen:

[Is Sister Liang really just craving hot milk treasure here? Sure this isn’t a subtle warning?]

[But Wen Huiyun took it seriously TAT] [Waiting for Jieyou Restaurant’s hot milk treasure tutorial]

[Oh no, Liang Yuan heard Mi Tao telling Ye Zhuoyan about becoming sworn sisters. Little Peach, what are you doing? Backstabbing Dr. Liang and messing with Goddess Ye’s head?]

[I think calling it backstabbing is too much. Who you’re attracted to is personal and comes from the heart. Feelings change, don’t they?]

[So nervous! Judging by what Goddess Ye said, is Wen Huiyun actually a player?]

[Are you dumb? That’s clearly Goddess Ye being strategic! My #WenYe ship# is sailing strong!]

The water adjusted to the right temperature, flowing gently.

Wen Huiyun scrubbed grease off plates with a sponge, recalling the strange atmosphere at dinner. Normally Mi Tao and Jiang Yining were lively at meals, but tonight only Jiang Yining kept chattering while Mi Tao barely spoke.

And with Mi Tao feeling unwell during her period, her sudden silence went without special attention from Liang Yuan.

“Huiyun.” A soft voice called.

Wen Huiyun glanced at the elegant woman handing her bowls nearby, then quickly averted her eyes.

Ye Zhuoyan had volunteered to let Mi Tao rest during cleaning duty, joining Wen Huiyun in the kitchen instead.

Taking the bowl, Wen Huiyun said, “Thanks.” Noticing Ye Zhuoyan’s fingers wrinkled from hot water, she said tenderly, “You should rest. There’s hand cream in the top cabinet.”

Ye Zhuoyan continued scrubbing the baking tray. “It’s fine.”

“Then at least don’t touch water.”

“I need to tell you something.”

“Okay.” Wen Huiyun paused, looking at her. The soft light from the cabinet illuminated Ye Zhuoyan’s hair like moonlight.

Ye Zhuoyan fluttered her delicate lashes, seeming conflicted as warm breath escaped her lips. “Peach wanted to thank you for taking care of her today. She asked me what gift would be good for you and Sister Liang overheard.”

Suddenly Wen Huiyun understood! That explained why Liang Yuan abruptly asked about making hot milk treasure, and the odd dinner atmosphere.

Wen Huiyun’s reflection shone in Ye Zhuoyan’s bright eyes as she smiled slightly. “I told Peach cooking-related gifts would be safe, though Sister Liang might feel a bit jealous.”

“I see. Thanks for telling me, Zhuoyan.”

“No need to thank me. I just did what I wanted, said what I wanted to say.”

Maybe played a little mischief too.

Wen Huiyun found Ye Zhuoyan’s words slightly ambiguous but dared not presume.

She resolved to be more mindful of boundaries with omega guests, what seemed appropriate to her might be interpreted differently by others.

Ye Zhuoyan asked, “Are you free later?”

Wen Huiyun snapped back to reality. “Yes.”

“Yining recommended a horror movie she says is great. I’d like to try watching. I originally planned to ask Sister Liang but given the situation.” Ye Zhuoyan smiled shyly, a lock of hair slipping down her rosy cheek. “Asking Sister Liang doesn’t seem appropriate now.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Mhm, thank you.”

Wen Huiyun took out the hand cream from the top cabinet and squeezed some onto Ye Zhuoyan’s hand. Hesitating for a moment, she noticed Ye Zhuoyan didn’t pull away, only trembling slightly. Encouraged, Wen Huiyun grew bolder, gently enclosing her hand.

Ye Zhuoyan’s hands were delicate, with fair skin so tender it seemed it might tear at a touch. The slightest pressure revealed their soft resilience. Wen Huiyun’s fingertips circled, spreading the silky lotion with gentle strokes, as if anointing fine jade with a layer of nourishing balm.

She massaged the palms, smoothing out the fine lines, then interlaced their fingers, gliding over the thin skin between them. Finally, she carefully cradled the entire hand, using her thumb to slowly rub the edges around the nails, letting the cream seep in to moisturize the cuticles.

Head bowed in concentration, Wen Huiyun worked meticulously while Ye Zhuoyan’s gaze followed her every movement.

The kitchen was quiet, the soft glow of motion-sensor lights casting rippling shadows like a gentle breeze across the white marble countertop.

On the island, the green and pink plushies stood hand in hand, their tiny figures encircled by the silhouettes of two people holding hands.

Time seemed to slow, the ticking of the clock and their synchronized breaths becoming distinctly audible.

Part of her wished time would hurry, yet another part longed for this moment to linger forever.

Wen Huiyun’s movements were feather-light, her own heartbeat loud in her ears, until their hands grew so warm they nearly burned. Only then did she reluctantly let go.

Removing her apron, Wen Huiyun avoided looking at Ye Zhuoyan, her toes pointing toward the living room. “I’ll set up the projector.”

“Mm.”

Ye Zhuoyan hooked a finger around the waistband of Wen Huiyun’s apron, tugging lightly. “They don’t really like horror movies. Let’s watch it in the activity room on the third floor.”

Wen Huiyun’s heart softened. Just the two of them, alone in a separate room it felt like the bashful thrill of young love.

“Okay. What’s the movie called?”

“The Possession.”

Wen Huiyun searched the synopsis on her phone and found it manageable, not too scary.

Truthfully, she couldn’t handle overly terrifying horror films either. She had to mentally prepare beforehand, or she’d end up embarrassing herself in front of her wife. QAQ

But why would Ye Zhuoyan want to watch a horror movie? The original novel mentioned she preferred art films and even dreamed of making them.

Was it Jiang Yining’s recommendation? Admittedly, Jiang Yining’s persuasion skills were formidable. =.=

The Possession began playing.

Wen Huiyun hugged the green plushie while Ye Zhuoyan held the pink one.

On the screen, a high school girl jumped off a building, her face mangled beyond recognition only to suddenly flip over in the next second, grinning grotesquely through a mask of blood.

The scene then cut to a hospital in another city, where a sleeping girl abruptly opened her eyes, fumbling to remove her oxygen mask.

The surround sound delivered the chilling line: “From now on, I am you. I’ll live in your house, claim your omega, and take everything that’s yours.”

A close-up revealed her face identical to the girl who had jumped.

Wen Huiyun froze. Something about the plot felt faintly familiar, yet entirely different.

A warmth pressed against her side as Ye Zhuoyan leaned closer.

Her voice was hauntingly soft in Wen Huiyun’s ear. “Huiyun, do you think possession is real?”

A cold sweat prickled down Wen Huiyun’s spine. “That’s superstition. Of course not.”

Ye Zhuoyan curled her legs and hugged Pinky tightly. “But Yining said it’s possible some people undergo drastic personality changes or even physical transformations after serious illnesses or disappearances, becoming completely different. That’s what possession is.”

Wen Huiyun held her breath.

A personality shift after disappearance, even allergies changing wasn’t that exactly her situation after transmigrating into this novel?

“Huiyun, tell me, what should we do if we encounter someone possessed? Could she be a benevolent spirit?”

Maintaining outward composure, Wen Huiyun answered seriously: “First, ghosts and deities don’t exist in this world. Second, in all forms of media, there are both malicious and benevolent spirits.”

She draped a fleece blanket over Ye Zhuoyan’s shoulders, speaking gently: “Zhuoyan, don’t scare yourself. If there’s ever real danger, I’ll always protect you. That’s my duty as an alpha.”

And as your wife.

Wen Huiyun worried emphasizing their marital relationship might pressure Ye Zhuoyan, and suspected hidden cameras in the activity room, so she left “wife” unspoken.

In the dim room, the two sat nestled in a sunken beanbag chair, their silhouettes outlined by the projector’s glow.

“Ah!” The surround sound suddenly played breathy moans that made cheeks burn.

The large screen projected intimate scenes.

The film’s characters delivered lines dripping with desire:

Lead Alpha: “It’s never too late to start loving you, is it?”

Lead Omega: “I wish you’d come sooner. I’d never mistake you for another.”

Lead Alpha: “No matter what it takes, I’ll find my way back to you again and again.”

The screen vividly displayed wandering fingers tracing porcelain skin, leaving faint red marks on plush thighs.

Wen Huiyun’s expression turned awkward, her breathing accelerating since when did horror films get this spicy? Then again, considering Jiang Yining recommended it, perhaps this made perfect sense.

As the film intensified, the immersive audio made Wen Huiyun feel like she was watching an instructional video rather than a horror movie.

Fumbling for the remote on the coffee table to fast-forward, she scrambled when Ye Zhuoyan turned on her phone flashlight to help. The remote clattered to the floor.

Both bent to retrieve it simultaneously.

Wen Huiyun’s heart skipped as her lips brushed against something warm and soft.

Pheromones erupted, the vast activity room suddenly too small to contain the explosion of vanilla marshmallow scent.

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