Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 64

Wen Huiyun accompanied Ye Zhuoyan to report the incident to the police.

All visitors had to register their personal information. The officer pointed at Wen Huiyun and asked Ye Zhuoyan, “What is she to you?”

Wen Huiyun hesitated over how to respond, but Ye Zhuoyan answered directly, “She is my wife, Wen Huiyun.”

Uh, they were secretly married, and currently on a dating show wouldn’t being so straightforward cause trouble?

The officer checked Ye Zhuoyan’s ID and lowered his head to complete the registration. Ye Zhuoyan whispered to Wen Huiyun, “This is a police station. Family relationships can be verified with a simple check. The officers won’t care whether we’re on a show or not.”

Wen Huiyun felt embarrassed. Right, how could she space out like that in front of her wife? Ye Zhuoyan gave a faint smile and looped her arm through Wen Huiyun’s.

After giving their statements, they left the suspicious phone number with the police.

The officer reassured Ye Zhuoyan, “Scam calls spike around this time every year. There’s no need to be overly worried. Changing your phone number and being more security-conscious is the right move. We’ll investigate as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, Officer.”

They had left in a hurry that morning, and with everything on her mind, Ye Zhuoyan had only had a sip of water. Now that the report was filed and she felt more at ease, Wen Huiyun took her to grab something to eat.

Wen Huiyun found a well-reviewed light meal spot nearby, turned on the navigation, and drove over.

They packed two meals and headed to Ye Zhuoyan’s private dance studio.

The agency had let everyone off early for the holidays, so the studio was empty.

Ye Zhuoyan turned on the lights and sat on a yoga ball.

Wen Huiyun opened the food containers, calculated the calories, and began feeding her bite by bite.

“Mmm…” Ye Zhuoyan let out a soft whimper and raised her hand to touch the nape of her neck.

A strand of hair slipped down her neck, and her earring rested against her collarbone.

Wen Huiyun froze, chopsticks in hand, watching as Ye Zhuoyan touched her neck. Memories tinted with intimacy flooded her mind like a rising tide.

Last night.

After Wen Huiyun handed her the milk, Ye Zhuoyan licked it once, her gaze slightly dazed yet alluring.

Ye Zhuoyan said it was nighttime, and Wen Huiyun asked, “Is it time to reward me with a kiss?”

Ye Zhuoyan didn’t answer. Instead, she asked, “Do you want some too?”

Then she took a big sip, captured Wen Huiyun’s lips, waited patiently for her to part them, and kissed her deeply. Leaning sideways, she draped an arm over Wen Huiyun’s shoulder, tilting her head to transfer the warmed milk into Wen Huiyun’s mouth.

The milk flowed too quickly, gliding down Wen Huiyun’s throat with a gulp. She wanted to savor it properly to see if it carried Ye Zhuoyan’s unique taste.

“I don’t think you’re a macchiato anymore,” Ye Zhuoyan had said. “Now you’re more like a latte.”

She was referring to Wen Huiyun’s pheromones.

Ye Zhuoyan lay on her side, sliding her legs under the covers and lifting them to pull Wen Huiyun in.

“Guess what book I was reading earlier?” she asked.

Wen Huiyun didn’t know.

Ye Zhuoyan whispered, “100 Pre-Mating Precautions Every Omega Must Know.”

Wen Huiyun’s mind spun. Damn.

Ye Zhuoyan brushed aside Wen Huiyun’s earlobe and observed, “The book says an alpha’s nape will pulse like a major artery.”

Wen Huiyun gripped the sheets and murmured, “Mm, capillaries dilating will do that.”

Ye Zhuoyan suddenly leaned in, her lips nearly grazing the base of Wen Huiyun’s neck.

Wen Huiyun’s brain short-circuited, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Zhuoyan propped herself up, her lips hovering just above Wen Huiyun’s neck, breathing lightly. After two minutes of silence, she slowly turned away and switched off the nightlight.

They slid from the headboard under the covers, lying side by side, gazing at each other in the warm darkness.

Ye Zhuoyan’s skin was smooth, and the pillow and sheets carried a fresh, sweet scent. Wen Huiyun pressed her hand beneath the pillow, idly tugging at the sheets.

“Huiyun, do you want to smell it?” Ye Zhuoyan asked.

Wen Huiyun paused, her throat dry. “Smell what?”

Ye Zhuoyan turned over, her back facing her, then slowly lifted her hand, gathering the long hair that draped over her neck and pulling it forward.

Her fair neck was slightly flushed, releasing the sweet fragrance of an omega.

Ye Zhuoyan curled up slightly, like a shell pried open, murmuring softly, “Yun!”

Huff.

Wen Huiyun gripped the pillow, exhaled, then pulled the blanket around her, embracing her. Her breath brushed against Ye Zhuoyan’s flushed neck.

She felt the omega in her arms trembling uncontrollably, so she loosened her hold slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to Ye Zhuoyan’s soft shoulder before lying back and tucking the blanket snugly around her.

Ye Zhuoyan turned back, her eyes glistening. “I’m just a little scared.”

As if to prove something, she repeated, “Just a little.”

Ye Zhuoyan longed for Wen Huiyun’s scent, but the shadow of the original host drugging and violating her still haunted her mind, clinging like a stubborn parasite.

Wen Huiyun pulled her close. “I know.”

She kissed her hair softly. “Yanyan, you’re already doing so well. We’ll take it slow, okay?”

Ye Zhuoyan clung tightly to Wen Huiyun, tears dampening the front of her clothes.

Wen Huiyun understood, the scars left by the abuse her delicate wife had endured weren’t so easily erased.

She stroked Ye Zhuoyan’s long hair over and over. “Don’t be afraid, Yanyan. I’ll protect you. Don’t carry all the pressure alone, we’ll face it together.”

Wen Huiyun was staring at Ye Zhuoyan again, lost in thought.

Ye Zhuoyan reached over for the lunchbox. “Spacing out again? Am I really that pretty?”

Wen Huiyun chuckled, catching her hand. “You are. Don’t move, let me feed you.”

The dance studio mirror reflected the two of them.

“Are you practicing today?”

“I feel like dancing a little.”

“Good thing you have me as your audience.”

“Count yourself lucky. Tickets to my performances are expensive.”

Wen Huiyun pretended to ponder. “Then how many kisses would cover it?”

“Hmm, you better calculate carefully.”

Ye Zhuoyan hummed lightly and turned on the music.

Dancing was Ye Zhuoyan’s passion and her way of releasing stress.

And all Wen Huiyun could do was be there for her, offering unwavering support.

The elevator descended.

Ye Zhuoyan, glistening with sweat, tied up her long hair to wipe her neck.

“Huiyun, thank you for coming home with me.”

In the past, Ye Zhuoyan’s relationship with the original host had been strained. The alpha had refused to visit the omega’s family for New Year’s, earning her constant reproach from her parents.

Wen Huiyun smiled. “Of course. I’m your family’s daughter-in-law too.”

Ye Zhuoyan giggled at her phrasing.

They stepped out of the elevator.

“Wait.”

“Hmm?”

Wen Huiyun stopped as Ye Zhuoyan crouched down, her slender fingers deftly tying the loose shoelaces into a neat bow.

“Yanyan, you shouldn’t have to do this.”

Ye Zhuoyan looked up. “You want some other omega to tie your laces?”

Wen Huiyun laughed. “That’s not what I meant.”

Ye Zhuoyan stood, interlacing their fingers.

“Then let me.”

Tying shoelaces, fastening buttons, putting on jewelry as her wife, she would take care of every little detail.

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The outskirts of City A, where the tranquil Man Ting Mountain stood, were blanketed in snow after a cold front swept through due to its slightly higher altitude.

The Cheng family’s private estate.

Snap! A plastic pellet hit the bullseye dead center.

Click the sound of a magazine being reloaded. Crack, crack continuous gunfire.

A burly man dressed in black, protective goggles resting on the bridge of his nose.

Beneath the glass dome, a skylight let in a fine snowfall.

“Did you time it?”

The male alpha aimed at the bullseye and pulled the trigger.

Under the skylight, Cheng Xiaoming knelt on the gray floor.

A light dusting of snow settled on her brows and shoulders.

“What difference does it make?”

Her face was expressionless, her eyes devoid of emotion.

The imprint of her mother’s slap still lingered on her cheek.

Tens of billions, over a dozen partners, how do you plan to explain this to me?

Cheng Xiaoming closed her eyes.

You’re stepping down as General Manager for now. Prepare the handover your eldest brother will contact you. The project is a complete mess, yet you’ve been running around chasing variety shows. Wenbo is an omega, he can afford to be reckless, but have you lost your mind too? Do you really intend to bring some stray girl home?

Her mother had slapped her hard:

You’re an alpha. You bear the Cheng name!

Go kneel in the usual spot, half a day.

Cheng Xiaoming had been kneeling there since eight in the morning.

She hadn’t eaten lunch either.

Around one o’clock, Cheng Wenzhang arrived at the shooting range to practice.

He alternated between his bow and his airsoft gun.

“That’s enough, little sister,” Cheng Wenzhang said.

Cheng Xiaoming ignored him.

Cheng Wenzhang added, “Your phone rang earlier something about grabbing a red envelope.”

“…”

“Alright, I’ve had the kitchen prepare a buffet. Head to the second dining hall.”

Her legs numb, Cheng Xiaoming pushed herself up using the table. Cheng Wenzhang reached out to steady her, but she gripped the maid’s arm instead, keeping her distance from him.

“Thank you, Eldest Brother. Changxin Capital is yours now, but what about my remaining projects.”

“Don’t worry, little sister. Just focus on having fun with Wenbo on the variety show.”

“Eldest Brother, at least don’t scrap them all.”

Cheng Wenzhang raised his gun. Crack.

The maid steadied Cheng Xiaoming. “Second Young Miss, let’s get you something to eat. You don’t want your stomach acting up again.”

Fine, Cheng Wenzhang. You’ve finally sunk your teeth into the investment division, the juiciest cut of all.

The victor takes all; the strong prey on the weak.

Cheng Xiaoming sat in the wheelchair as the maid pushed her into the elevator, heading to the B-wing’s second dining hall. This was the area reserved for the younger members of the Cheng family; the elders stayed in the A-wing.

The maid helped her into her seat while two others brought over massage devices to ease the stiffness in her limbs.

The maid tapped the touchscreen on the table. “Second Young Miss, today’s three menu options.”

Cheng Xiaoming picked one at random. The maid nodded and rang the bell.

She reclined the functional chair, lying back as the maids worked on her numb legs.

One handed her the purse. “Second Young Miss, your bag. There was a message on your phone earlier.”

What red envelope?

She opened the bag several phones spilled out. She had to figure out which one had the notification.

Perhaps it was fate’s pull.

The first phone she opened had the red envelope message.

[Dear Evan, “Worry-Free Eatery” has sent you a red envelope ●▽●]

[Message: Happy New Year, Ming-jie.]

It was a massive red envelope.

So large it nearly returned all the tips she’d given.

Cheng Xiaoming laughed. Happy New Year and a polite refusal.

The chef wheeled out the dishes.

Suddenly, she clutched her stomach, her thick brows knitting together.

The maid panicked. “Second Young Miss, is your stomach hurting again?”

Gripping the edge of the table, Cheng Xiaoming waved her off.

Occasionally, skipping meals would cause a brief flare-up, it would pass soon.

In the vast dining hall, at a long table meant for over a dozen, Cheng Xiaoming sat alone.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were vast and bright, but with the cold weather, not even a sparrow could be seen outside.

Cheng Xiaoming strode through the spacious hall, a handbag in her grip.

Servants she passed along the way bowed slightly in greeting.

As she walked through the banquet hall, her gaze landed on an empty spot.

Hadn’t there been some decoration there before?

She asked an elderly servant, who replied, “There used to be a Western-style clock there, but it shattered. The chairman had it removed afterward.”

“Oh.”

Cheng Xiaoming turned away, only to accidentally bump into a passing maid.

The red wine in the maid’s hands crashed to the floor, spreading a dark crimson stain.

That splash of red pierced Cheng Xiaoming’s pupils.

Like a knife, it pried open a long-sealed door in the depths of her memory.

Red.

Blood.

Screams, chaos.

A woman clutching her wound leaned against her newlywed husband, her face deathly pale Cheng Xiaoming’s aunt.

The raucous music and laughter of the banquet came to an abrupt halt as bodyguards flooded the hall. Someone roared: Murderer! Grab her! It’s that wild girl!

Cheng Xiaoming was lost in the unfamiliar memory.

A bloodstained dagger flashed before her eyes.

Cheng Xiaoming locked gazes with the ragged girl, her memory too hazy to make out the girl’s face.

But those eyes like a beast thirsting for blood.

Cheng Xiaoming seized the girl’s wrist, deflecting the dagger. It struck the glass of the Western clock instead, sending shards raining down.

You’re from the Cheng family too? Believe me, I’ll kill you.

I believe you. But I want you to live.

The bodyguards closed in fast.

Cheng Xiaoming stripped off her coat and threw it over the girl: Come with me.

Cheng Xiaoming stared at the empty spot for a long time.

Those eyes.

Suddenly, she opened her handbag.

Inside, she found a crumpled piece of chewing gum tucked into a wrinkled wrapper.

Ms. Cheng, Ms. Jiang put this in my bag.

The packaging was entirely in a foreign language, Italian chewing gum.

Cheng Xiaoming unwrapped it. Just an ordinary piece of candy.

She had no intention of eating it.

Walking to the side, she tossed the wrapper.

Her thumb flicked it over.

On the other side, Italian words were printed:

When you place this candy in your mouth,
You are biting my lips.
Chew hard,
Feel the deep kiss.

Cheng Xiaoming smirked. Look at that, Italians and their flashy romantic gimmicks.

She popped the gum into her mouth.

Bit down, once, twice.

Then flipped the wrapper over again.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Lowell’s Private Candy Customization.

It was time for the cycle. Wen Huiyun contacted Xiao La to exchange pheromones.

Xiao La was late and slacking off: It’s the New Year, let’s talk about everything at once. I’m taking a vacation!

Wen Huiyun chuckled. “Now that Xiao Xi’s gone, your attitude toward me has done a complete 180.”

Xiao La huffed, pulling up the data. Then she paused, letting out a surprised huh before saying, Wen Huiyun 2.0, you don’t need to exchange pheromones anymore.

“Huh? Why?”

Your gland has matured and will differentiate within a month. You’ll soon have your own pheromones, no need to rely on the original host’s anymore.

This was trouble.

Wen Huiyun panicked. “What if my identity gets exposed?!”

No worries. The female lead’s resentment toward you has already dropped to zero. You don’t need to keep grinding.

“Huiyun, take a look. If everything’s fine, sign here.” Ye Zhuoyan approached with a document.

Xiao La vanished with a whoosh.

“!” Don’t need to keep what?! Finish your sentence!

Ye Zhuoyan flipped open the document, calling her again. “Huiyun?”

“Right, let me see.”

Wen Huiyun skimmed through the file, her eyes catching the bolded header at the top:

Divorce Agreement.

Wen Huiyun was stunned. “Yanyan, so soon?”

She had planned to handle this matter after the dating show ended, but she didn’t expect Ye Zhuoyan to have everything prepared already.

Ye Zhuoyan nodded: “Ke Yuxin is just using the secret marriage to threaten us. If we file for divorce now, it will take effect after the new year. By then, even if she reports us and the production team investigates, according to the law, the Alpha-Omega Marriage Bureau can only provide proof of whether we’re currently married or single, they have no authority to disclose our marital history.”

“Hmm…”

Wen Huiyun hadn’t known there was such a regulation in this world’s legal system.

In that case, there was nothing to fear from the malicious supporting character. As for the compromising photos they were fake and easy to deal with.

Ye Zhuoyan showed her the online appointment confirmation: “I’ve already booked it.”

Tomorrow at 9 AM, Alpha-Omega Marriage Bureau.