Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 60.2

Wen Huiyun kissed Ye Zhuoyan’s smooth, fragrant shoulder before slowly releasing her and sitting to the side.

Obedient and well-behaved.

Wen Huiyun gazed at her expectantly. “I let go. Now I need my wife to comfort me.”

“Comfort you?”

Ye Zhuoyan repeated the words, her eyes narrowing sharply as her tone turned icy. “Wen Huiyun.”

“Did you and Ke Yuxin ever get marked?”

“?!”

What kind of earth-shattering bomb was this?! The original novel never mentioned this!

According to the original novel’s setting, there were two types of marks.

1.Temporary Mark.

An alpha or omega breaks the skin and transfers their pheromones to the other’s scent gland. This can have a soothing or emergency effect, with the duration varying anywhere from a week to a month.

2.Permanent Mark.

The real deal complete union, accompanied by a deep exchange of pheromones until both scent glands are imprinted with each other. From then on, the alpha and omega become each other’s only mates, unaffected by other pheromones.

Faced with Ye Zhuoyan’s sudden accusation, Wen Huiyun immediately combed through the original host’s memories.

Right up until the original host’s demise, she had still been reactive to external pheromones, so there was no way she had ever been permanently marked.

As for a temporary mark—the original host had certainly entertained the idea with Ke Yuxin, but what was Ke Yuxin? A villainess who despised the original host. Would she ever allow herself to be marked by her?

Impossible.

Wen Huiyun stood firm, unafraid of false accusations.

“Yanyan, I, Wen Huiyun, swear to the heavens that I have never done anything so vile! If I’m lying even a little, may my scent gland be carved out and my body thrown into the wilds to be devoured by beasts.”

Ye Zhuoyan shot her a reproachful glare more pouty than angry, with a hint of heartache.

Ye Zhuoyan said, “Then think carefully. What happened between you and Ke Yuxin before you asked me for a divorce?”

Wen Huiyun had only recently recovered the original host’s memories from before Ke Yuxin tricked her into going to Italy.

She recounted everything truthfully, not daring to hide anything: “She said she was willing to marry me, but only if I broke things off with you.”

Ye Zhuoyan glared at her furiously. Even though she knew this Wen Huiyun was different from the original, the thought of Ke Yuxin flaunting her victory still infuriated her!

She lifted her leg and kicked.

“Ah! Ouch!” Wen Huiyun winced, tears welling up from the pain.

It hurt so much! So unfair! She never wanted to take the blame for the original host’s mistakes again! T plate T

Ye Zhuoyan said, “She has nude photos of the two of you in bed.””

Wen Huiyun’s veins bulged in anger.

This had to be either a stupid honey trap the original host fell for, where she was stripped and photographed at the last moment or Ke Yuxin had someone use AI to deepfake or photoshop the images. Because, whether in the original novel’s plot or the original host’s transmitted memories, Ke Yuxin had never once consented to any intimate relationship with her.

“Did she threaten you with me too?”

Ye Zhuoyan scoffed, then sighed at Wen Huiyun’s pained expression.

Wen Huiyun caught the keyword, too?

“Yanyan, so the reason you turned down my date was because” Ke Yuxin had threatened her with compromising photos.

“Yes.”

“I’ll handle this. I’m sorry!”

“I don’t need your apologies.”

Ye Zhuoyan crouched down, gently rolling up Wen Huiyun’s pant leg, and applied medicated oil to the bruise with careful hands. “I want you to make it up to me for the rest of your life.”

“Okay.”

“Does it hurt? I tried to be gentle.”

“It hurts, but I deserve it.”

“Always so smooth-tongued.”

Ye Zhuoyan suddenly froze, then pulled her into a suffocatingly tight embrace.

Wen Huiyun buried her face in the crook of her neck.

“I’ll make it up to you. All of it. For as many lifetimes as you want.”

The chandelier swayed faintly.

Light flickered across the island table.

Wen Huiyun asked, “What happened to the female lead Omega in the scrapped draft later?”

Jiang Yining fell silent for a moment before parting her red lips lightly. “She spent her life trying to clear her childhood friend Alpha’s name.”

The female lead Omega spent the rest of her days gathering evidence.

But how could she ever contend with the darkness of the truth?

Time and again, she found hope, only to be plunged into danger, watching helplessly as evidence was destroyed and leads vanished.

She waited for her to be released.

Fifteen years passed.

The person she was waiting for should have been freed by now.

She went to wait outside the prison gates.

The guards evaded her questions.

Suspicious, she cornered a new, inexperienced guard.

Only then did she find out.

“Wen Huiyun? She died suddenly just a month into her sentence fifteen years ago.”

She refused to believe it, pulling out a whole box of letters.

One for each year exactly fourteen.

Every single one read: I’m doing well, and I hope you are too. No matter what happens in the future, remember, my love, I’ll always love you.

At the top of every letter:

To Ye Zhuoyan.

Four people in the Love Apartment.

Two were busy setting the mood for a date.

“Doesn’t this feel a bit unfair, Director?”

Jiang Yining tugged at the director’s coat, questioning his soul.

The other three guests were also seated in the main living room.

Ye Zhuoyan couldn’t figure out how to create the right atmosphere, and Cheng Xiaoming was even worse, a complete romance black hole so Ye Zhuoyan had to call in reinforcements to liven things up.

The director demanded explosive moments to boost viewership, saying that as long as it was fun and engaging, even all four guests participating in interactions would work.

Jiang Yining spread her hands. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started!”

It wasn’t like they had any other ideas.

The Love Mansion hosted a two-day, one-night game party.

Dinner involved dice games and drinking, exploding shot glasses, and truth or dare.

Jiang Yining asked Wen Huiyun, who had lost the drinking game, “Have you ever kissed someone?”

Wen Huiyun blushed. “I have.”

Jiang Yining pointed at her. “Ohhh, why are you looking at Ye Zhuoyan when you say that?!”

Ye Zhuoyan smiled sweetly. Oh, so you’re playing dirty? Watch me return the favor.

Ye Zhuoyan mustered all her skills to win the dice roll against Jiang Yining and asked, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Fine. My question is—”

“Jiang Yining, do you have someone you like?”

Wen Huiyun and Cheng Xiaoming’s gazes turned toward Jiang Yining.

Jiang Yining swirled her glass, laughed, and answered boldly, “Yes!”

Ye Zhuoyan pressed further, “Is it one of the guests here?”

Ye Zhuoyan and Wen Huiyun stared intently at Jiang Yining, watching to see who she’d glance at subconscious movements never lie.

Cheng Xiaoming took a sip of her drink and turned away, but her eyes were deep, listening intently.

Jiang Yining didn’t glance at anyone, her gaze unwavering as she told Ye Zhuoyan, “That’s the next question. You’ll have to win against me again.”

Later, until the game ended, Jiang Yining never lost a second time.

At midnight, Jiang Yining initiated the second game.

Blindfolded tag.

They decided roles by rock-paper-scissors, the loser would be blindfolded as the “blind ghost” and had to find the others by touch.

The rules were simple: everyone had to stay in the living room, and once the game started, no one could move. The blind ghost would grope around, and whoever was caught would take their place.

Wen Huiyun lost. Ye Zhuoyan tied a silk scarf over her eyes and spun her around three times.

Game on!

A hundred-second countdown began.

“100, 99, 98.”

Everyone scrambled to hide.

Cheng Xiaoming paced around, her 186cm frame seemingly too large for any hiding spot =.=

“30, 29, 28.”

Cheng Xiaoming kept walking back and forth, where could she possibly hide?!

“10, 9, 8.”

Cheng Xiaoming: “!”

No time to hesitate! She yanked open a floor-to-ceiling storage cabinet and squeezed herself inside.

“?!”

Inside the cabinet something soft?

“3, 2, 1! Time’s up! Lovely human contestants, the blind ghost is coming for you~”

The pitch-black cabinet was tall but narrow, cramped.

“You!”

“Shh.” An arm coiled around Cheng Xiaoming’s neck like a water snake, silencing her.

A faint, intoxicating scent of rose wine lingered in the dark, confined space.

It smelled like pheromones, but it was too subtle, the living room was already filled with the aroma of alcohol, making it hard to distinguish.

Jiang Yining whispered by Cheng Xiaoming’s ear, her voice light and teasing, the tail end of her words curling lazily upward: “President Cheng, don’t ruin this for me.”

Suddenly, the scent of tequila exploded inside the cabinet.

Jiang Yining instantly withdrew her arm, pressing herself into a corner.

A long-buried memory broke through the haze, a private jet soaring over Florence at night, city lights scattered like stars below. She held an empty bottle upside down, sighing, What a beautiful night flight. Too bad we’re out of wine. Her superior braced against the window, trapping her: I have some. Want a drink? Strong liquor.

Mhm. Silver tequila. So strong.

Wen Huiyun groped around blindly, calling out, “Where is everyone? Did you all go upstairs? I can’t find anyone ToT”

Blindfolded, she could only inch forward slowly.

Ye Zhuoyan clung to the glass, perched precariously on the edge of the bay window, holding her breath.

Wen Huiyun stumbled forward, bumping into the bay window. Ye Zhuoyan’s heart pounded nervously as she rose higher on her tiptoes, her skirt lifting with the movement.

Wen Huiyun stretched her hands out, searching.

Huh? Found something!

Her palms pressed down soft, smooth warmth.

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