Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 49.2

Another thing was the Ke family’s extensive network of connections.

So, there were always people who didn’t know better and held a favorable impression of Ke Yuxin.

But the guests present might not necessarily need her for example, the Cheng and Gu families were top-tier elites.

Even with the vents closed, the room still felt a bit chilly.

Ye Zhuoyan nudged Wen Huiyun’s arm, signaling her to move further inside.

“Should we remind Sister Liang to be careful of Ke Yuxin?” Ye Zhuoyan asked.

Remind her, but how?

Tell her that Ke Yuxin has a gambling addiction, owes a huge debt, and sold out the original host, leading to her gruesome end?

If Ke Yuxin were that easy to see through, the original host wouldn’t have been deceived to the point of losing everything.

Calling Ke Yuxin pretentious or a “green tea bitch”? People could already see that.

But if they said Ke Yuxin had a venomous heart, others who hadn’t witnessed it might not believe it especially someone like Liang Yuan, who had some interest in Ke Yuxin.

Better to wait and see. Maybe once Liang Yuan got to know Ke Yuxin a little better, she’d figure it out on her own.

Wen Huiyun shared her thoughts, and after a moment of contemplation, Ye Zhuoyan nodded.

Some slaps had to land on one’s own face before they truly stung.

–

Wen Huiyun went to collect the laundry.

A few pieces were still hanging in the laundry room.

Cheng Xiaoming took away a black graphic T-shirt printed with “Lülü Sauce.”

Wen Huiyun asked, “Isn’t this Gu Rufeng’s?”

It was a special prize from the dart competition, a matching set with Jiang Yining’s.

Cheng Xiaoming froze, as if caught cheating on a test. Last night, she had seen Jiang Yining with her eyes closed and quietly taken the shirt, leaving the box behind.

“Ah, I was sending my own stuff to the laundry and just grabbed hers too,” Cheng Xiaoming replied quickly.

“Oh, I can take it back for her then.”

“…” Cheng Xiaoming handed the T-shirt to Wen Huiyun.

Back in the room.

Gu Rufeng took the T-shirt, her brows furrowing.

“Did Ming-jie not want it after all?”

Wen Huiyun was baffled. “Ming-jie didn’t want it? Isn’t this yours?”

Gu Rufeng said, “Last night, Yining-jie asked if she could have it she wanted to give it to Ming-jie. After that, she never gave it back to me, so I thought Ming-jie had accepted it.”

Gu Rufeng shook her head, troubled. “Sigh.”

Wen Huiyun: w(quq)w?!

Huh? That’s how it was?

No wonder Cheng Xiaoming had looked so awkward in the laundry room.

Had Cheng Xiaoming and Jiang Yining already progressed to that stage?

Ha! That’s great news!

With the canon Alpha couple no longer competing for Ye Zhuoyan, Wen Huiyun’s biggest rival was officially out of the picture!

Quick, quick return the shirt!

“Xiaoming-jie, about the dart competition, I’m really sorry.

“I didn’t mean to, and I sincerely apologize.”

Outside the door, Ke Yuxin stood with her hands behind her back, twisting her toes.

Wen Huiyun, who had just opened the door, retracted her foot and pressed herself against it to listen.

Gu Rufeng gave her a strange look but also leaned in to eavesdrop.

Cheng Xiaoming and Ke Yuxin stood in the hallway.

Cheng Xiaoming’s expression was blank. “I already said it’s fine.”

The dart competition was over, why drag it out like this?

Ke Yuxin’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Then… could you tell me what kind of desserts you like? I’d like to make something as a token of my apology.”

“I don’t like sweets.”

“I can make something less sweet.”

“…”

Cheng Xiaoming really didn’t want to deal with her. “Whatever.”

Ke Yuxin happily skipped away.

Wen Huiyun waited until they were gone before pushing the door open.

–

Afternoon.

All the guests went to check on the progress of the “Love Nest.”

Ke Yuxin called out, “Yun-jiejie!”

Wen Huiyun’s spine went cold. Instinctively, she looked ahead.

Ye Zhuoyan glanced back at her, her expression unchanged, before getting into the waiting car and driving out of the garden.

Only Wen Huiyun and Ke Yuxin remained in the foyer.

If it weren’t for the surveillance cameras in the mansion, Wen Huiyun would have loved to tie Ke Yuxin up, stuff her into a trash can, and let the garbage truck haul her away, the farther, the better.

Wen Huiyun dodged Ke Yuxin’s attempt to grab her arm and said coldly, “What do you want?”

“Sister Yun, your cooking skills have gotten so good.”

Ke Yuxin leaned closer, her voice sugary sweet. “Did you learn it all for Sister Zhuoyan?”

None of your damn business.

“What are you trying to say?”

Ke Yuxin pouted, her eyes brimming with fake hurt. “Don’t be so mean, Sister Yun. I just wanted to learn how to make tiramisu from you.”

“I don’t have time.”

“Just tell me how to do it. It won’t take long.”

“I don’t know how.”

A sudden yank on her arm sent Wen Huiyun stumbling forward, her face inches from Ke Yuxin’s as she barely caught herself on the foyer cabinet.

“You!”

Ke Yuxin whispered in her ear, “Wen Huiyun, married people can’t participate in dating shows.”

Wen Huiyun’s expression turned icy, her gaze sharp as a blade.

Ke Yuxin’s lips curled into a sweet yet venomous smile. “It’s a hard rule posted on the program’s notice board. You didn’t know?”

She did.

The rule had been emphasized repeatedly during the audition process.

But the production team had no authority to investigate the Alpha-Omega Registry and wouldn’t enforce checks unless someone reported it.

Wen Huiyun had been forced to break the rules when she signed up, but since she and Ye Zhuoyan had a secret marriage, their families who knew wouldn’t snitch.

The problem was, when Wen Huiyun first transmigrated into this world, she didn’t have Ke Yuxin’s memories and had overlooked this natural-born troublemaker.

Wen Huiyun’s eyes narrowed warily. “So what?”

Ke Yuxin rested a hand on her shoulder, whispering, “You’d better listen to me. Otherwise, I can report your secret marriage anytime.”

“It’s not a big deal if you get kicked off the show, you’re the Wen family’s only daughter, after all. But what about Ye Zhuoyan?”

Ke Yuxin couldn’t help but laugh.

“A nobody from a broke family, scraping by in the entertainment industry, barely getting any attention finally gaining a little fame from this dating show. And then it comes out she’s been secretly married for over two years. What do you think?”

Wen Huiyun clenched her jaw, fists trembling with suppressed rage.

Ke Yuxin met her glare, taunting.

Go on, hit me. There are cameras everywhere.

Go on, do it. I’ll report you the second you do.

Ke Yuxin’s eyes gleamed with malice.

Wen Huiyun, this is the price for betraying me!

But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough!

She would make her pay for everything!

Wen Huiyun grabbed Ke Yuxin’s collar, her neck flushed, lips quivering with fury.

With immense effort, she forced a stiff smile.

“Fine. Tiramisu, right? I’ll teach you.”

Leaning in, she hissed, “You’d better keep your word. If you try anything, it’ll be mutual destruction.”

Ke Yuxin dragged out the lesson deliberately.

Every step was slow, repeated.

She stalled until the other guests returned.

Ye Zhuoyan walked into the foyer just as the two were whisking cream in the open kitchen.

“Oh, Yun, you got some on my face.”

Ke Yuxin giggled, grabbing Wen Huiyun’s hand and guiding it to her cheek, wiping off the cream in an intimate gesture.

Wen Huiyun didn’t pull away, staying close.

Cheng Xiaoming entered and saw Ye Zhuoyan staring fixedly at the kitchen, stunned, before clearing his throat loudly.

“Ahem!”

Wen Huiyun turned, just in time to see Ye Zhuoyan stride past, cold and aloof.

Not sparing her a single glance.

Wen Huiyun dropped the whisk. “Zhuoyan!”

SLAM!

Ye Zhuoyan slammed the door shut behind her.

A few hours earlier. Afternoon.

“Professor Ye, are you ready to depart?” the program’s driver inquired.

Ye Zhuoyan glanced toward the entrance hallway, where Ke Yuxin was holding onto Wen Huiyun.

“My apologies, could you wait just a moment? Please drive the car outside the main gate and wait for me there.”

Ye Zhuoyan stepped out of the vehicle, circling around the blind spot of the mansion’s main entrance to reach the hallway.

She hid behind the same large vase where Cheng Xiaoming had once concealed herself.

And she heard.

Reporting a secret marriage isn’t such a big deal.

Being the sole heiress of the Wen family doesn’t scare you.

But what about Ye Zhuoyan?

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