Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Boss of the Disabled Heroine - Chapter 51

When the two returned to Yicheng, Pei Yujiang found an experimental incubator and took that thing with her.

That same night, Yu Zhiwan took it from Pei Yujiang without saying where she was going. Pei Yujiang didn’t ask, giving her plenty of privacy.

The next day was Friday. Pei Yujiang went to the company to clock in and decided to livestream from the office. Her follower count had been skyrocketing, but this was her first official livestream inside Yue Rong. She took the audience on a tour of the company before finally settling into her office.

“I’ll be recording a lifestyle vlog in the next couple of days and posting it on every platform.”

Pretty much every influencer posted this kind of content to “retain fans,” but Pei Yujiang wasn’t very good at it, which was why she had delayed it until now. Still, since everyone else was doing it, she had to put one out too.

Pei Yujiang had been nervous during her first livestream, but she gradually grew more comfortable. Now, she could smoothly guide the conversation without constantly checking the comments. Her streams often soared to the top of both the beauty and looks categories just her face alone was enough to attract a flood of new fans.

Since her job role had changed, Zhao Manlin no longer worked in the same office as her. Pei Yujiang, now alone, didn’t plan to keep the stream too short. Since the audience enjoyed it, she leisurely chatted about daily life, even applying light makeup for the occasion.

Her makeup skills had improved her eye makeup was now much more presentable, no longer just a splash of color on her face. Today, she wore a fresh, natural look that accentuated her striking features, using Yue Rong’s newly launched lipstick. Many viewers asked about the shade.

“It’s No. 488 Mermaid Pink. This one has a lot of fine shimmer, looks great on camera, and is perfect for photo ops or parties not really an everyday color.”

Unlike streamers who affectionately called their audience “babies” before aggressively pushing products with a “three, two, one, link’s up!” Pei Yujiang rarely did direct promotions during her streams. She only answered questions and directed people to Yue Rong’s official online store if they were interested.

But it was precisely this unique streaming style that made so many people enjoy hanging out in her livestreams. There was no bombardment of annoying ads, and they could freely ask about anything they liked Pei Yujiang answered almost every question unless it was something she absolutely couldn’t disclose.

“What’s the vlog going to be about? That’s a secret for now. We have a dedicated editing team, and they work fast, you’ll probably see it in two or three days.”

As the number of viewers in the stream kept rising, Pei Yujiang flashed a professional smile at the camera. Suddenly, a massive pop-up appeared on the screen.

[You have been selected as a candidate for [Jiang Star]’s promotional spotlight. Streamer [Green Lemon] has invited you to a PK. Do you accept?]

Below it was a flashy countdown. When Pei Yujiang noticed it, only eight seconds remained. After a brief hesitation, it was down to five.

Pei Yujiang hadn’t paid much attention to this streaming platform, she only used it when necessary so she wasn’t familiar with livestream competitions or PK segments.

At the last second, she closed the pop-up. But the other party was persistent and immediately sent another PK invitation.

[It’s Green Lemon, he loves challenging people to PKs, especially newcomers.]

“Go for it, Fish Sauce! Challenge him to a PK. He’s not that hard to beat. If you win, you’ll secure a spot in the qualifiers and get promoted on the front page!”

“Hurry up, streamer! I can’t wait to see the PK battle.”

“Can the trolls in front please stop acting? You don’t even have a level 1 badge. What are the mods doing? Can’t you ban these accounts?”

As more viewers flooded into the livestream, the barrage of comments grew increasingly chaotic. Pei Yujiang often saw a surge in viewership after securing a recommendation spot, so she didn’t immediately realize that fans from another streamer had invaded her channel.

But when this user named “Green Lemon” kept sending her PK invitations even after she closed the pop-up twice she finally accepted the third one and clicked in.

The screen split in two, revealing a young man wearing over-ear headphones on the other side.

Pei Yujiang had assumed “Green Lemon” would be a girl, so she was slightly surprised to see a guy.

Dressed in an exaggerated, frilly pink outfit, Green Lemon had a smaller frame not as jarring as a burly man in women’s clothing, but still far from flattering. His lolita-style dress featured a Hello Kitty emblem on the chest, giving off a childish vibe. With heavy filters, makeup, and a curly blonde wig, the overall look was a bizarre mismatch.

Pei Yujiang could see his chat scrolling rapidly, filled with comments calling him “waifu.”

She blinked in confusion.

While she was aware of the concept of cross-dressing, personal preferences varied, and she usually didn’t care how others dressed. But the moment he spoke, his voice made her shoulders tense.

“Heyyy, sis~ Why’d you take so long to PK with me?”

Pei Yujiang had heard naturally sweet and soft voices from some Omegas before regardless of gender and as long as it wasn’t forced, it wasn’t unpleasant.

But this guy’s voice wasn’t naturally soft. Instead, he strained it, squeezing the sound out of his throat like a thin, fragile thread that could snap at any moment.

It was the first time she’d heard someone speak like that not even “cutesy,” just unnervingly grating. And yet, he seemed completely oblivious, droning on in her ear.

“Sis, is this your first time doing a PK? Do you wanna sing or dance? There’s a penalty if you lose, but a reward if you win~”

Realizing he’d dragged her into something this pointless, Pei Yujiang nearly rolled her eyes.

But she couldn’t figure out how to exit apparently, once a PK started, you couldn’t just leave. Not wanting to embarrass herself by asking, she forced a response:

“Anything else besides those two?”

She wasn’t good at singing or dancing, though she could probably pull off a military-style drill. She just wasn’t sure if that was allowed on stream.

“Anything works! Let me explain the rules: we compete for 15 minutes, and whoever gets the most gifts wins!”

After the man finished speaking in a pinched voice, Pei Yujiang was about to say she hadn’t enabled the tipping function when she noticed the platform had forcibly activated it. Now her fans were eagerly waiting to send gifts.

Unable to find a way to disable it, Pei Yujiang grew irritated. She hadn’t started the livestream for donations, and if she’d known the PK would be this troublesome, she would have logged off immediately.

“Little sister, if you don’t know how, I’ll go first~ If you lose later, there’ll be punishments~”

The man was an Omega, but the most disgusting one Pei Yujiang had ever seen. His singing voice was equally strained, barely hitting the notes as he forced them out, occasionally tugging at the giant Hello Kitty emblem on his chest making Pei Yujiang shudder.

Since arriving in this world, she’d seen all kinds of fashion, but only little girls dressed like this, and even they rarely wore such oversized Hello Kitty designs past age ten.

Trapped in the livestream with no way to exit or shut it down directly, Pei Yujiang felt like her ears were being tortured. She kept regretting why she’d impulsively clicked into this PK session.

Until a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Pei Yujiang muttered weakly.

“What you suggested earlier could work, but there are two points that might be tricky to implement. I’ll explain later.”

The crisp click of high heels successfully drowned out the wailing in the livestream. Relieved, Pei Yujiang turned to see Zhao Manlin and Yu Zhiwan standing there with complicated expressions.

Out of courtesy, Pei Yujiang had muted her mic during the other’s performance. Unaware but knowing Pei Yujiang was live, Zhao Manlin stepped out of the camera’s view, shielding her face as she mouthed silently:

“Little CEO Pei, since when did you start liking this type?”

Pei Yujiang: “…”

She didn’t. Really.

With Yu Zhiwan present, Pei Yujiang’s chest tightened. She didn’t care about Zhao Manlin’s misunderstanding they were never going to be friends anyway.

Just as Pei Yujiang was about to explain, she saw Yu Zhiwan gently squeeze Zhao Manlin’s wrist. Zhao Manlin immediately cracked, barely suppressing a smile.

Since transmigrating and meeting Zhao Manlin, Pei Yujiang had sensed her coldness likely lingering resentment from the original host’s actions. This was the first time she realized Zhao Manlin could actually joke with her.

Flustered, Pei Yujiang was saved by Yu Zhiwan’s soft question: “What’s going on here?”

The question unleashed Pei Yujiang’s pent-up frustration. She bluntly asked Zhao Manlin’s purpose and, receiving no urgent matter, hastily dismissed her completely unaware of her own double standards.

Zhao Manlin muttered something ending with “dog,” which Pei Yujiang ignored.

The woman adjusted the camera before leaning toward the wheelchair as usual, her voice plaintive:

“During my live stream just now, a pop-up suddenly appeared this person insisted on dragging me into their stream for a PK battle…”

Yu Zhiwan tried to steady her breathing.

Pei Yujiang was quite tall, and since Yu was in a wheelchair, it was inconvenient. Whenever Pei spoke to her, she had to bend down. But she avoided facing her directly that would make their breaths mingle awkwardly, which felt uncomfortable.

So Pei Yujiang always ended up speaking toward Yu’s collar instead.

Inside the Yue Rong building, it was warm in winter and cool in summer. The boss never skimped on heating or AC costs, letting employees adjust the temperature freely let alone in her own daughter’s office.

During today’s stream, Pei had worn a sleeveless vest with only a cardigan over it. Sitting in the heated room, she even felt a bit too warm. If not for propriety, she might have taken off the cardigan entirely.

Pei only dressed casually when alone or around Yu Zhiwan, who was blind. At heart, she remained more conservative than most in this era.

Having grown up on battlefields, she’d never experienced romance and certainly wouldn’t flirt with others, despite her natural advantages.

There was one thing Yu Zhiwan had never mentioned to Pei:

Her eyes had healed.

She’d come to Xiangcheng specifically for eye treatment. That day at the airport when she met Madam Ji, they’d discussed this, Ji had extensive connections in Xiangcheng and helped her find an ophthalmology hospital.

Originally, Yu’s mother had arranged her temporary blindness through minor surgery to allay suspicions. It wasn’t congenital blindness, so with Xiangcheng’s advanced medical care, Yu had regained most of her vision not perfect, but enough to see clearly.

This recovery was always meant to happen gradually through treatment. Yu had planned to reveal it, but when Pei once knelt by her knees weeping silently, Yu’s heart unexpectedly softened.

Yu never considered herself tender-hearted.

Even when Liu Huanran took her to that abandoned factory, once Yu guessed the other’s intentions to assault her, she’d prepared to cripple Liu right there.

Then the situation turned unexpectedly, and Yu decided to play along, observing how Pei would try shifting blame onto her.

Pei had been drunk that day. After Yu knocked her unconscious with a stealthy blow, the fool never realized, she just thought she’d passed out from alcohol.

Afterward, Yu naturally covered her tracks perfectly. Since realizing Pei wasn’t the original host, she’d been carefully probing for this imposter’s true identity.

Yet sometimes this fool was rather endearing.

So she couldn’t bring herself to “recover.”

Yu sometimes wondered, if she weren’t a disabled, blind Omega but a normal person, would Pei have ever grown this close or helped her so devotedly?

Pei had also assisted Chen Lulu, but only minimally, once danger passed, their interactions ceased.

She could also tell that the person liked Pei Yujiang, but Pei Yujiang was such a steel-hearted Beta, harder to woo than those image-conscious celebrities in the entertainment industry.

She felt that only when she appeared helpless could she stir Pei Yujiang’s sympathy, making her let down her guard and truly open up. If she were a perfectly normal person with full autonomy, it would probably be much harder to earn that kind of trust from Pei Yujiang.

Faced with the choice between “telling the truth but risking alienation” and “continuing to hide the truth,” Yu Zhiwan unhesitatingly chose to deceive Pei Yujiango.

Perhaps she was never a good person to begin with, capable of such feelings even toward someone who had saved her life.

At this moment, Pei Yujiang was completely defenseless before her, revealing large swathes of fair skin. Just a slight glance downward, and Yu Zhiwan could see the gentle curves rising beneath.

The snug black vest outlined the woman’s graceful figure. She had always known Pei Yujiang must have a good body, but only now did she realize how flawless the woman’s height, proportions, and face truly were each feature so impeccably balanced that any slight change would ruin the perfection.

Yu Zhiwan didn’t keep her eyes closed all the time. Even when she could barely see before, she would occasionally open them. So Pei Yujiang had grown accustomed to her opening her eyes, revealing those beautiful, clear pupils.

But she didn’t realize she was practically offering herself up for Yu Zhiwan to admire. Yu Zhiwan’s throat felt dry, and after a moment, she silently averted her gaze.

Their conversation here hadn’t lasted long. By the time the person finally finished singing and called her over, Pei Yujiang hurried to turn the sound back on.

This drag queen streamer had a dedicated fanbase on the platform due to his often bizarre content, and his followers were particularly rabid. Many had flooded into Pei Yujiang’s livestream.

Seeing her step away earlier, they assumed she had gone to fetch a voice changer and immediately started mocking her.

[Our Qingming never uses voice changers when singing it’s all raw talent. Better not cheat, streamer~]

Pei Yujiang glanced at the comments and replied, “I don’t have that kind of thing.”

Qingming’s fans were generous with their donations, and Pei Yujiang wasn’t sure if she could match that, though she didn’t particularly care. She had been too busy complaining with Yu Zhiwan earlier and hadn’t thought about what to perform.

She wasn’t much of a singer never trained but she was confident that, by normal standards, she could sound better than this overly affected performer.

Pei Yujiang had planned to casually sing something and log off, but Yu Zhiwan, watching from the side, noticed the comments. Some fans were flaunting their superiority by spamming “little planes.”

The “little planes” were a unique feature of this platform, a cheap gift costing just 5 yuan that enlarged the sender’s comment, making it fly across the streamer’s screen. They were mostly used for trolling.

Most experienced streamers disabled them, but Pei Yujiang had never even enabled donations and had no idea what the planes were for. All she saw were Qingming’s fans mocking her with their snide remarks.

Some people even spelled out swear words using pinyin to bypass platform restrictions. The moderators kept banning accounts, but couldn’t keep up they had too many alternate accounts.

Pei Yujiang suggested, “Maybe I should just sing a random song and log off.”

Yu Zhiwan raised an eyebrow: “Is he even worthy of hearing you sing?”

Her voice wasn’t particularly loud or soft, but carried clearly through the microphone to GreenLemon and his fans on the other side.

Yu Zhiwan slowly wheeled herself into frame, deliberately avoiding looking at the screen to spare her eyes from the offensive streamer. Having already heard the PK rules through Pei Yujiang’s commentary, she opened her phone and entered the only bookmarked livestream in her account.

[Zhiwan] has gifted you 1,000 Deepwater Torpedoes!

Deepwater Torpedoes were the platform’s highest-value gift at 100 yuan each. As the notification chime sounded for the incoming credits, the Omega’s gentle voice spoke beside her:

“However much he earned in gifts, I’ll double it for you, sister.”

My neck feels slightly better today, but I couldn’t resist going out for lunch at noon. Sitting too long made it hurt again… Then I came up with a solution.

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