Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 7

A large excavator helped clear away the ivy that had been giving Ye Zhuoyan a headache.

The house was quite old, and the original architectural blueprints were hard to find. Ye Zhuoyan and the show’s designers had gone through quite some trouble, only receiving the documents during lunchtime.

She had planned to review the blueprints before hiring a construction team to handle the old house, but someone had already stepped in to help.

Before joining the show, Ye Zhuoyan had heard from the director that the production team occasionally prepared surprises.

It seemed she was lucky.

Ye Zhuoyan took down a hanging plush toy and hung it inside the main door of the old house, a little mascot for good luck!

Meanwhile, Wen Huiyun contacted several second-hand luxury and antique shops to list the branded items and antiques collected by the original owner.

She also had some scattered stocks the original owner had purchased, which could fetch a few hundred thousand when sold.

Wen Huiyun emptied a bank card specifically to store this money, whatever she could raise would go entirely to supporting Ye Zhuoyan’s family.

Those stocks and antiques had been bought under the influence of the original owner’s so-called “best friend.”

This friend was obsessed with antique auctions and gambling. In the original novel, she had swindled the original owner out of everything, leaving her penniless.

Yet, the original owner had genuinely loved this “friend,” blind to her venomous nature beneath the innocent facade until it was too late.

According to the original plot, after divorcing Ye Zhuoyan, the original owner pursued this friend, who then manipulated her into draining the Wen family’s emergency funds. This led to Wen’s father dying of a sudden heart attack, and the family’s downfall, while the friend fled abroad with the money.

Since restarting the original owner’s phone, Wen Huiyun had been wary of this villainous friend. But she hadn’t appeared not even her contact information remained in the phone.

Was the original owner’s disappearance and accidental death connected to her?

During free time, the living room was playing another movie this time a comedy, chosen by Mi Tao.

Wen Huiyun sat on a barstool behind the circular sofa, sketching in her drawing pad.

Jiang Yining sidled up, leaning against her like a boneless snake.

“Xiao Wen, what are you drawing? Let me see.”

Jiang Yining wore heavy floral perfume and loved strapless tops and hot pants her scent radiated warmly from exposed skin.

Wen Huiyun instinctively searched for Ye Zhuoyan’s figure, like a student cheating on a test. Only after confirming Ye Zhuoyan was engrossed in the movie did she relax slightly.

She didn’t push Jiang Yining away but shifted aside to create distance.

“Just sketching some desserts,” Wen Huiyun said.

Jiang Yining didn’t mind the aloofness and didn’t press closer. “You’re designing pastries? That’s amazing!”

“Just doodling.”

“I want to draw too!”

Wen Huiyun handed her paper and pencils to keep her occupied, then quietly packed her sketchbook and slipped away.

Cheng Xiaoming had been watching them. After Wen Huiyun left, he smirked. “An omega scaring off an alpha, you’re the first in history.”

Jiang Yining raised a brow. “Xiao Wen was teaching me to draw~ Maybe you should learn too, so your designs aren’t all steel and concrete. No omega would pick that your love nest would stay empty.”

Cheng Xiaoming turned, eyes darkening. “You snooped on my blueprints?”

“Your laptop was in the lounge. Anyone passing by could see.”

“Why were you in the alpha area?”

“Does the show ban omegas from going there?”

Liang Yuan quickly stepped in to mediate.

Mi Tao helplessly turned off the projector not even comedy could ease the tension between Cheng Xiaoming and Jiang Yining.

Wen Huiyun kept her door ajar upstairs, only coming down after hearing the living room fall silent.

Only Mi Tao remained in the living room, folding a fleece blanket.

Hearing footsteps descending, Mi Tao turned her head with a tilt. “Huiyun-jie?”

Wen Huiyun replied, “I just realized I haven’t prepped ingredients for tomorrow. Thought I’d check the fridge.”

“Yay! Your cooking is amazing, Huiyun-jie. Teach me sometime!”

Wen Huiyun didn’t actually check the fridge, instead circling the kitchen before emerging.

With Mi Tao’s back turned as she folded the blanket, Wen Huiyun slipped a small notebook into the crevice of the sofa cushion.

Pretending to discover it, she called Mi Tao over.

“Tao-tao, look there’s a notebook here with tons of renovation cases for narrow-space rooms. None of us alphas got assigned those, though.”

Mi Tao took it. “Let me see.”

As she flipped through the pages, Wen Huiyun remarked, “Did one of the omegas leave this behind?”

“Oh! This looks like Zhaoyan-jie’s!”

“Perfect, you can return it to her. The notes are incredibly detailed, she must’ve put a lot of effort into this. Losing it would’ve been awful.”

Mi Tao nodded eagerly. “Got it!”

“I’ll head back to my room. By the way, what do you all want for breakfast tomorrow?”

After a pause, Mi Tao answered, “I’d love fried dough sticks and soy milk. Yining-jie prefers sweets, and Zhaoyan-jie usually goes for congee.”

Wen Huiyun smiled. “Noted. Thanks.”

“No problem~” Mi Tao winked conspiratorially. “You really just wanted to know what Zhaoyan-jie likes, huh? I can tell you like her.”

Wen Huiyun pressed a finger to her lips. Mi Tao mimed zipping her mouth shut and whispered, “Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”

Mi Tao knocked on the shared room’s door, notebook in hand.

Glancing at Jiang Yining earphones in, cucumber slices on her face, Ye Zhaoyan threw on a robe and answered.

“Tao-tao?”

Mi Tao handed her a plain-covered notebook, slightly larger than a palm.

Bewildered, Ye Zhaoyan took it.

Mi Tao said, “Zhaoyan-jie, your assigned room is a narrow-space one, right?”

“Mm.”

“Then this is for you.” Mi Tao tilted her head with a smile, waving like a puppy. “Goodnight!”

“?”

The door closed.

Ye Zhaoyan stared at the notebook in confusion.

What was this? Why give it to her? Did it have anything to do with renovating her “Love Nest”?

Beside her, Jiang Yining suddenly belted out: “Oh no, oh no, oh my god! Why’s the magic not working?!”

“……”

After days of cohabitation, Ye Zhaoyan had grown accustomed to Jiang Yining’s antics.

Jiang Yining asked, “Huh? Zhaoyan, what’s that?”

“A notebook full of notes. Want to see?”

Jiang Yining flopped back. “Boring. Pass.”

Ye Zhaoyan skimmed the pages meticulous records of her assigned room’s layout, plus renovation references for similar spaces domestically and abroad.

Though the content pertained to her renovation, the notebook wasn’t hers.

Who would go to such lengths researching for her?

How odd.

Jiang Yining’s phone buzzed. Checking the caller ID, she muted it instantly, flashed Ye Zhaoyan a grin, and slipped out quietly with her phone.

Jiang Yining used to answer calls in her room without any hesitation.

Ye Zhuoyan never pried into others’ privacy, but she couldn’t help feeling a little curious.

After Jiang Yining stepped out, Ye Zhuoyan also left her room and went to find Mi Tao next door.

“What’s up, Zhuoyan-jie?”

“Where did this notebook come from?”

“Oh, you left it in the couch crevice. Huiyun-jie found it and asked whose it was, so I brought it back for you.”

Ye Zhuoyan couldn’t believe her ears. “Wen Huiyun?”

“Yeah, Huiyun-jie was the first to notice it. At first, I wasn’t sure who it belonged to, but after seeing the notes about the hidden room, I knew it was yours.”

Lost in thought, Ye Zhuoyan murmured, “So that’s how it is. Thanks.”

Could the notes have been written by Wen Huiyun?

But the handwriting didn’t match.

Wen Huiyun’s handwriting was atrocious so bad that calling it “chicken scratch” would be an insult to chickens.

The writing in the notebook was neat and precise, with strong, deliberate strokes, clearly the result of practice. The curvature of the final stroke in the “走” radical was particularly elegant.

It closely resembled the handwriting on the sticky notes left by the “little spirit” in the old house.

Returning to her room, Ye Zhuoyan inadvertently overheard Jiang Yining’s phone call at the end of the hallway.

Jiang Yining’s voice was hushed, her tone strikingly different from her usual sultry charm.

Cold, alluring, and dangerous like a spider weaving a seductive web: “Oh? That would be an additional charge. You’ll have to pay extra.”

She ended the call quickly. Ye Zhuoyan snapped out of her daze and hurried back into her room.

Ye Zhuoyan still couldn’t figure out who had written the notes.

Even if Wen Huiyun’s brain function was disrupted, could her handwriting habits really change that much?

She couldn’t ask directly either whoever wrote it clearly didn’t want her to know, so she’d have to investigate discreetly.

What to do?

Sitting at her desk, Ye Zhuoyan thought for a while before pulling out a pencil and tracing over certain characters from the notes.

During free time after dinner, she laid out a few sheets of A4 paper on the coffee table.

“Let’s play a few rounds of a word-fill game. Winners get candy.”

Mi Tao bounced over eagerly. “Me first, me first!”

Ye Zhuoyan handed her a pen, and Mi Tao began filling in the blanks earnestly.

The papers were printed with poems containing strategically missing characters, each gap corresponded to a carefully selected word from the notebook’s handwriting.

Wen Huiyun soon joined in, competing with Mi Tao to complete the poems.

After returning to her room, Ye Zhuoyan compared Wen Huiyun’s filled-in characters with the notebook’s handwriting one by one.

Though Wen Huiyun’s writing was still messy, every stroke carried a deliberate strength, vastly different from the original host’s “floating” script.

It seemed Wen Huiyun had tried to mimic bad handwriting, but she couldn’t fool Ye Zhuoyan’s sharp eyes.

After matching the curvature of the “走” radical, Ye Zhuoyan concluded that the notes were indeed written by Wen Huiyun.

The notebook and filled-in papers were spread across her desk as Ye Zhuoyan sat in deep thought.

Why had Wen Huiyun’s handwriting changed?

Even if cooking skills could be learned quickly, what about calligraphy?

And why was Wen Huiyun going to such lengths to help her?

None of this was something the old Wen Huiyun would have done…

Ye Zhuoyan closed the notebook, her mind in turmoil.

She was deeply puzzled, finding Wen Huiyun more and more incomprehensible.

AI Broadcast: “All omega guests, please send today’s love messages and stickers to your alpha partners!”

Ye Zhuoyan picked up her love phone, hesitating.

She turned to look and saw Jiang Yining had already finished sending her private messages, leaning against the headboard watching a soap opera, laughing so hard she was nearly falling over with a lovestruck expression.

“You finished sending them so quickly?”

Jiang Yining popped a potato chip into her mouth, matter-of-factly: “Mhm, my likes and dislikes are very clear.”

“Mm… that’s good.”

Ye Zhuoyan glanced back at the private message interface.

Hmm…

Wen Huiyun was agonizing over which emoji to send Jiang Yining.

Xiao La flew out cheering: “Congratulations on gaining +2 heroine affection points! Newbie, you’re amazing!”

Wen Huiyun was thrilled: “Really?!”

Ding~

Wen Huiyun immediately looked down, she had received two Lovey-Dovey private messages!

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