Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Boss of the Disabled Heroine - Chapter 10

The “old woman” Pei Yujiang referred to was Fan Zhaozhao.

The original owner was deeply dissatisfied with Pei Yujiang and Fan Zhaozhao’s marriage, much like many children from blended families, wishing the two would separate as soon as possible.

The original owner had always worried that Fan Zhaozhao’s child would compete with her for the family fortune. However, Jiang Wenxiu, despite being an Alpha, lacked ambition and had no interest in either cosmetic design or running a company, spending her days indulging in leisure. Thus, the original owner’s concerns were entirely unnecessary.

As for Fan Zhaozhao, Pei Yujiang couldn’t quite discern the woman’s attitude toward her, and her mother’s stance was equally ambiguous.

Even when Pei Yujiang inexplicably proposed hosting an annual gala, Pei Jinhuai agreed without hesitation, even allocating funds for it, telling Pei Yujiang to enjoy herself.

The original owner’s family dynamics were certainly complicated.

The summer gala was held as scheduled at the club. Aside from a few employees who genuinely couldn’t attend, even the visually impaired and disabled Yu Zhiwan made an appearance.

Even in a crowd, Yu Zhiwan stood out as the most striking person in the entire club, as if naturally surrounded by a spotlight.

Dressed simply, Yu Zhiwan didn’t look like someone there to party or socialize, but rather as if she were quietly reading in a library.

Dim lighting spilled over the woman’s shoulders, casting a muted hue on her beige knitted cardigan. The gold-rimmed glasses she wore added a scholarly air to her delicate features, softening her demeanor while maintaining an untouchable coolness.

The swirling lights in the pool reflected the vibrant revelry of the crowd. Though the Fanghua Club’s per-person spending wasn’t low, Pei Yujiang had generously footed the bill for the night, allowing the younger employees to indulge in luxuries they normally couldn’t afford.

Only Yu Zhiwan seemed out of place amidst the boisterous crowd.

The Omega’s skin bore a pallor from years of little sun exposure. Her long lashes lowered, veiling the emotions in her eyes, making her inscrutable. Yu Zhiwan’s facial structure was smooth, with a petite oval face and refined features. Her under-eye crescents weren’t particularly full, appearing as faint shadows when she smiled, and her almond-shaped eyes exuded warmth.

With only light makeup, Yu Zhiwan needed no heavy cosmetics or filters her elegant, understated grace alone made her instantly recognizable in any crowd. Under the lights, her semi-translucent, snow-like skin resembled fragile glass, tempting one to pluck her like a delicate flower.

Yet her frail body, with slender legs hanging limply from her wheelchair, symbolized the loss of her freedom to move. Though her unforgettable eyes captivated, they could no longer witness the world’s beauty.

Yu Zhiwan was incomplete.

In her past life, aside from fighting on the battlefield, Pei Yujiang often assisted the security team in maintaining order. She once heard the captain lament that excessive beauty, for an Omega without the means to protect themselves, was not a blessing but a sharp blade hanging overhead.

Undoubtedly, most Omegas possess lower physical strength compared to Betas and Alphas. In this era, many Omegas become full-time homemakers, resigning from their jobs to focus on raising the next generation shortly after marriage at a young age. Not to mention someone like Yu Zhiwan, who has a disability, making her an even easier target for unwanted attention.

At this very moment, even with Liu Huanran by her side, many eyes discreetly turned toward the Omega seated in the corner.

Liu Huanran was eagerly offering water and desserts to Yu Zhiwan, but the Omega seemed entirely unappreciative.

What Pei Yujiang didn’t know was that ever since Liu Huanran began showering Yu Zhiwan with attention, the latter had grown even more distant, wary of Liu Huanran’s sudden and inexplicable enthusiasm.

Though both were women, Liu Huanran was an Alpha, and the inherent strength disparity between Alphas and Omegas was significant. Add Yu Zhiwan’s disability to the mix, and caution was only natural.

Despite Liu Huanran repeatedly offering things, Yu Zhiwan had no intention of accepting anything from her. She frowned almost imperceptibly and excused herself with a polite refusal:

“I’m going to the restroom. Don’t follow me.”

In the ABO world, restrooms were typically divided into six categories based on gender and secondary gender. Even among women, Alphas and Omegas did not share the same facilities.

The music blared deafeningly from the speakers, a faint fragrance lingering in the air. The crisp clatter of dice shaking in cups pierced the eardrums, every detail designed to stir restlessness.

Though the Omega was undeniably beautiful, ever since Liu Huanran transmigrated here, her advances had been met with cold indifference. No matter how much she coveted Yu Zhiwan, the repeated rejections were disheartening. Today, her goodwill invitation had been turned down, and frustration finally got the better of her. She turned away without acknowledging Yu Zhiwan’s words.

As Yu Zhiwan wheeled herself into the restroom, Pei Yujiang, who had been pretending not to watch the two received a flurry of messages from the system.

[Attention, attention! Detected plot progression. New parameter “Cannon Fodder Value” unlocked! Please continue completing tasks that provoke jealousy in the main love interest to stimulate their initiative!]

[Holding the female lead’s hand: +1 Cannon Fodder Value]
[Patting the female lead’s head: +1 Cannon Fodder Value]
[Drugging the female lead: +10 Cannon Fodder Value]
[Whispering “Come to my room” to the female lead: +2 Cannon Fodder Value]
[Taking the female lead to your room: +10 Cannon Fodder Value]
[Completing all the above: Additional +2 Cannon Fodder Value]

711 screeched excitedly:
“Accumulate 100 Cannon Fodder Points, and you can gracefully fade into the background after your inevitable demise, avoiding the female lead’s retribution! This is a rare opportunity, Host, quick, pick a few!”

Pei Yujiang had a sharp eye for numbers. Even if she didn’t process them immediately, she swiftly memorized the values, which totaled over twenty.

711 projected the task list into her mind, visible when she closed her eyes. Soon, she noticed the “Drugging the female lead” task had been grayed out and crossed off, indicating its removal from the list.

A sense of foreboding struck Pei Yujiang. She hurriedly asked:
“What does this mean?”

“The system has detected that this task has already been completed by someone else,” 711 replied to her mechanically. “The host has lost qualification for this mission. Please wait for the next opportunity or complete other tasks.”

“Damn it!”

Pei Yujiang recalled her subordinate’s sneaky laughter and, unusually for her, let out a curse.

Employees were scattered about in small groups enjoying themselves. Hidden in a semi-private booth in the corner, Pei Yujiang had gone unnoticed until now. Hearing the news, she hurriedly dashed toward the restroom on her long legs.

As she reached the entrance, the rich scent of roses and raspberries wafted into her nose. Pei Yujiang stared fixedly at the door of the women’s Omega restroom but hesitated, stopping abruptly at the threshold.

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