Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 6

Wen Huiyun wasn’t sure which action had earned Ye Zhuoyan’s favor.

Was it helping her get rid of Jiang Yining? Or was it the mochi suiting her taste?

Either way, she needed to keep up the effort.

Xiao La had mentioned that the original host’s alpha pheromones would only last a week, and with suppressants, she might barely stretch it to two weeks.

She needed to exchange for a new dose as soon as possible, just in case.

Wen Huiyun asked Xiao La, “How many points does it take to exchange for one dose?”

Xiao La cheerfully replied, “The Book-Transmigration Bureau is currently running a super promotion! Just five points will get you one!”

Five points? And they call that a promotion?

It took her two whole days to accidentally earn one point, how was she supposed to get four more so easily?

Scammers! Crooks!

Wen Huiyun’s mood darkened.

Xiao La kindly reminded her, “Suppressants are also on sale! Only three points for one!”

“Suppressants also require favor points?!”

“Or you could buy them yourself at an ABO specialty store. The current price is around 10,000 yuan.”

Wen Huiyun pinched the bridge of her nose, defeated. “I get it. I’ll work hard to earn points and absolutely not disappoint the Book-Transmigration Bureau’s high expectations of me.”

By the end, she was practically grinding her teeth.

At 10:30 PM, a soothing melody played in Lianlian Mansion, reminding the guests to rest.

Ye Zhuoyan and Liang Yuan both had excellent sleep habits and had already gone to bed early.

Mi Tao and Jiang Yining were in the living room watching a horror movie. Too scared to continue alone, they dragged Cheng Xiaoming, who had just finished work and was about to shower into joining them.

When Cheng Xiaoming saw Wen Huiyun passing through the living room, it was like spotting a lifeline.

“Huiyun, do you want to watch a movie with us?”

Wen Huiyun turned her head just as the projector screen flashed with the grotesque face of a hideous ghost.

She quickly realized Cheng Xiaoming was trying to rope her into babysitting the omegas during the horror movie so he could slip away and rest.

Tch. When she read this novel before, she hadn’t noticed how cunning the main alpha lead was.

No wonder he had so easily carved out the original host’s gland without a sound.

Shiver, Wen Huiyun felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively covered the back of her neck.

She hadn’t even differentiated yet, but her “phantom gland” was already aching.

She smiled at Cheng Xiaoming and said, “I’d love to join you, but I’m so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open. Enjoy the movie, goodnight!”

There were still things she needed to do.

After entering her room and locking the door, Wen Huiyun opened her laptop. A tablet was also on the desk.

The tablet’s gallery was filled with photos of an old house shots she had taken that afternoon during the first inspection of the renovation site. After the property selection, all the guests had visited their assigned locations for an initial survey.

Wen Huiyun flipped through the photos on her tablet while cross-referencing the architectural blueprints the show’s designers had sent her on the laptop. She also pulled up reference materials and case studies.

Her renovation project was a small street-corner unit in the old district, tucked between a bustling commercial street down one alley and a historic residential area on the other.

The ground-floor corner unit had a small storefront, with about 40 square meters of living space behind it, a prime location for foot traffic.

Wen Huiyun wanted to turn it into a hybrid residence-business, a general store selling traditional snacks and drinks.

She sketched a few designs with a marker on blank paper and picked one as the shop emblem.

Back before transmigrating, she had personally designed the signboard for her family’s renowned restaurant.

Opening a food business was second nature to her.

What worried her more was Ye Zhuoyan’s old house.

Wedged tightly between towering buildings, the cramped space suffered from terrible lighting.

Moreover, City A is humid and rainy, making old houses in narrow alleys prone to drainage issues that attract mosquitoes and flies.

Before she knew it, Wen Huiyun’s computer screen was filled with renovation case studies of alleyway houses.

After browsing similar renovation materials, she collected and organized them, neatly jotting down notes in her notebook.

“Yawn!”

Wen Huiyun checked the time after a big yawn, 1 a.m. She was exhausted, her eyelids practically fighting each other.

Maybe writing a little more could help Ye Zhuoyan a bit. Just a little longer.

The alarm clock jolted Wen Huiyun awake.

Ugh, her neck ached.

She fumbled around, found her phone, and turned off the alarm.

Slowly opening her bleary eyes, she realized she had fallen asleep at the desk, her face pressed against the notebook.

Last night, she hadn’t even made it to bed before dozing off at the table.

Almost 7 a.m., time to hurry and make breakfast.

After washing up, Wen Huiyun went downstairs to find Ye Zhuoyan practicing with a yoga ball in the living room.

Ye Zhuoyan said, “I boiled some hot water for you. What are you planning to make for breakfast?”

Wen Huiyun had promised to handle meals, but today wasn’t Ye Zhuoyan’s turn to help, it was Jiang Yining’s shift.

Ye Zhuoyan quickly added, “Yining’s still asleep.”

“Got it, thanks for boiling the water.” Wen Huiyun hurried into the kitchen and opened the fridge for ingredients. “How about some noodles? Can you handle spicy food?”

Ye Zhuoyan stretched her shoulders and walked over quietly. “I thought you’d know.”

Wen Huiyun broke into a cold sweat internally, the original owner hadn’t passed on that memory.

She sidestepped the question. “I’ll make a few different toppings. You can pick your favorite.”

With that, she opened the spice cabinet and got to work in a flurry.

“Wen Huiyun.”

Ye Zhuoyan suddenly called her name.

Wen Huiyun felt warm breath behind her, and her perpetually single heart gave a shy little thump, waiting for Ye Zhuoyan’s next move.

Soft fingertips brushed her cheek like a dragonfly skimming water, leaving behind a delicate fragrance—like evening tuberoses kissed by dew.

Ripples of emotion spread through Wen Huiyun’s heart.

Ye Zhuoyan moved quickly, stepping away in a blink. Casually, she asked, “How’d you get that red mark on your face?”

Then, she walked behind Wen Huiyun and poured a glass of milk at the kitchen island.

Only then did Wen Huiyun check the mirror, a bright red line stood out on her fair skin, probably from the notebook’s edge. It looked ridiculous…

So embarrassing!

She wanted to crawl into a hole.

Wen Huiyun went to the kitchen balcony to pick some scallions while Ye Zhuoyan watered the roses.

This was a blind spot for the cameras.

Ye Zhuoyan asked, “After you gave me the divorce papers, you disappeared for days. Where did you go?”

Wen Huiyun shook her head. “I really don’t remember. The doctor said my brain function was disordered, memory confusion, loss. It’ll take time to recover.”

“And after coming back, you locked yourself in every day to tinker around just to learn cooking?”

Actually, it was to study the original owner’s habits and social circles while adjusting to her body with the injected pheromones.

Of course, she couldn’t say that.

Wen Huiyun replied, “Yes.”

Ye Zhuoyan didn’t press further, only saying, “I don’t eat spicy food, but I can handle a little.”

Today, she wore a wide-neck knit sweater that revealed her snow-white neck when she turned, especially alluring from behind.

Cool and composed, yet hiding a contrasting sensuality.

Wen Huiyun snapped out of her two-second daze when she finally tore her gaze away from Ye Zhuoyan’s pale nape.

She hurriedly responded, “Okay! I’ll remember and won’t forget!” Then she broke into an unconscious silly grin.

That morning, the production team arranged for all guests to visit their renovation sites. While the program determined the project milestones, each guest had to manage their actual renovation pace independently.

Some worked quickly like Cheng Xiaoming, who had workers tearing down walls on the first day after getting the keys. Others moved slowly like Jiang Yining, who spent an entire day chatting with passersby around her property without sweeping up a single speck of dust.

Wen Huiyun maintained a moderate pace steady and confident in her plans. She first visited an advertising company to have her designed shop logo made into signage, then ordered matching logo tableware, paper bags, posters, roll-up banners, and even a mobile food cart.

Following the program designer’s advice, Wen hired construction crews to redo the foundation and drainage system first before considering later layout plans.

By noon, she grabbed a custom lunch box from an alleyway eatery and chatted with the owner to learn about local spending habits and dining preferences. A hand-drawn map of nearby food hotspots hung on the wall, but Wen’s attention wasn’t on the cuisine.

“Is Xiangyun Tower and Fujin Plaza nearby?” she asked the owner.

The middle-aged proprietor puffed on his pipe at the doorway and nodded. “Yeah, just follow the main road and turn right at the third intersection.”

“Is there an odd old house squeezed between those two skyscrapers?”

“Ah, everyone around here knows that place!”

Wen smiled, her dimples making her appear warm and engaging. Encouraged, the owner continued: “Those were stubborn holdouts, an elderly couple refused to relocate until illness forced their children to take them away. The century-old house has stood empty since.”

Ye Zhuoyan’s assigned renovation property was precisely that wedge of history trapped between modern towers. Assuming Ye would be out for lunch, Wen unlocked a shared bike and pedaled over.

Nothing could have prepared her for the reality.

The sunken yard pooled with stagnant sewage that couldn’t drain. Shattered windows, peeling walls, and completely rotted woodwork greeted her. The tiled roof gaped with missing sections while invasive ivy crushed the structure, cascading from walls through the courtyard skylight.

How on earth was Ye Zhuoyan supposed to renovate this?!

The filth, damp stench, and mosquito larvae breeding in the water made even Wen, a woman who’d wrestled piglets in pens and unclogged rural latrines recoil. She couldn’t imagine delicate Ye battling this squalor.

After surveying the area, Wen bought weed killer and a hoe from a florist to clear the overgrown front yard. She placed pest-repelling aromatic plants near the stagnant water and collected contacts for reputable exterminators from local vendors, tucking their cards in the door handle.

Finally, she called her construction team, privately paying them to remove the monstrous ivy engulfing the house.

Wen Huiyu handed a red envelope to the excavator operator and pleaded, “Please don’t tell her I hired you to remove the ivy. Thank you, master!”

Off-screen comments exploded:

【OMG, Hand Goddess is truly the best, this is what a real Alpha looks like TAT tearing up】

【Am I seeing this right? Hand Goddess isn’t just good, she’s foolish! Doing so much without letting Ye Zhuoyan know! Wen Huiyu, wake up!】

【As an Alpha myself, I have to say if anyone treated me like Wen Huiyu does, I’d surrender too QAQ】

Before leaving, Wen Huiyu checked the weather forecast and made another trip to the convenience store.

That afternoon, dark clouds gathered and light rain began to fall.

Ye Zhuoyan ran back from the restaurant to the renovated house, shielding her head, and was astonished to see the previously overgrown yard now neatly trimmed.

Huh?

As she stepped onto the outdoor porch, she noticed a long-handled umbrella with a smiley face pattern hanging on the fence.

Ye Zhuoyan found a small card tucked in the door handle.

Pulling it out, she discovered not just a pest control business card, but also a cute sticky note that read:

“Hello sister, I’m the little spirit of this old house~ Welcome! Please let me know if you need any help! Let’s work hard together! ^ o ^”

Looking up, she noticed a new adorable plush charm hanging on the window lattice.

Gently cradling it, her lips curved into the same cheerful smile as the charm’s.

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