Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Boss of the Disabled Heroine (GL, ABO) - Chapter 8

“Let me help you back?”

Yu Zhiwan, being disabled, found it inconvenient to return to her room on her own, having to slowly feel her way back each time. When Liu Huanran offered to “help,” she meant pushing the wheelchair.

But Yu Zhiwan’s wheelchair was electric—it didn’t need to be pushed at all.

Before Yu Zhiwan could respond, Liu Huanran seemed to have noticed something unusual about her. After all, there were signs before an Omega’s heat cycle arrived. Yu Zhiwan’s fair skin made the faint red marks on her neck and face particularly noticeable, traces that hadn’t fully faded yet. The soft flush seemed to invite the urge to spread it further.

As Liu Huanran gripped the wheelchair, Yu Zhiwan’s delicate brows furrowed slightly beneath her bangs, and a stifled groan escaped her throat. Liu Huanran took her silence as consent and began pushing the wheelchair forward.

“No need…”

Once the wheelchair started moving, Yu Zhiwan suppressed a cough and pressed the pause buttons on both sides. Her voice was soft, breathless, her temples damp with sweat, strands of hair clinging to her forehead. Her slightly lowered lashes cast faint shadows under her eyes, making her appear pitifully fragile under the Alpha’s touch.

Liu Huanran acted as though she hadn’t heard, quickening her pace. Yu Zhiwan pressed the pause buttons harder, her knuckles whitening from the force, barely managing to hold her ground against the other’s push.

Pale-faced, Yu Zhiwan lifted her head and spoke again, this time louder, enunciating each word clearly:

“Liu Huanran, put me down.”

Her voice was crisp, not loud, but impossible to ignore—no room left for pretending not to hear.

Liu Huanran reluctantly stopped but kept a firm grip on the wheelchair’s handles, maintaining control. She freed one hand to brush aside the hair covering her face, rubbed her eyes, and sighed.

“I’ve already changed for you, Wanwan. I won’t hang out with those people anymore—I deleted all their contacts. I was wrong before, but from now on, I’ll focus on building a life with you. Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

It was the weekend. Liu Huanran had gone out to meet friends in the morning and returned in the afternoon to find Yu Zhiwan absent. Messages went unanswered, so she cleaned the house thoroughly.

She even cooked, asking if Yu Zhiwan wanted to come back for dinner. The call was hung up after a few rings, Yu Zhiwan coldly replying, “No.”

But none of this discouraged Liu Huanran. She believed there was plenty of time—Yu Zhiwan would eventually soften toward her.

Liu Huanran reeked of strong perfume, unaware that her proximity was overwhelming the Omega’s sensitive senses, making her uncomfortable.

Just as Liu Huanran bent down to negotiate, a sharp, clear scent—like plain water—cut through the air, striking straight at her.

A dense mist spread everywhere, choking Liu Huanran and forcing her to step back before she could see clearly again. When she looked up, Yu Zhiwan was staring blankly ahead, expressionless.

The woman was now holding a spray can of air freshener, its mist masking the overpowering scent of perfume that clung to her. Liu Huanran couldn’t escape, forced to squint helplessly as the woman sprayed directly at her face. The fine droplets invaded her nostrils, irritating them to the point where Liu couldn’t suppress a coughing fit, finally loosening her grip on Yu Zhiwan.

Seizing the opportunity, Yu Zhiwan maneuvered her wheelchair away from Liu Huanran’s vicinity.

Liu coughed violently, tears streaming from the irritation, while resentment toward Yu Zhiwan welled up inside her.

Liu Huanran had crossed over into this world just a few days prior.

Upon arrival, she learned this society was structured around three genders, with male and female being secondary classifications. She found herself as an Alpha, sharing living quarters with a sweet, soft-spoken, and delicate Omega—Yu Zhiwan.

Though they lived together, their relationship was strictly platonic, devoid of any intimacy or even subtle flirtation—more like two roommates coexisting.

They had an agreement to feign closeness in public while maintaining distance in private. Yu Zhiwan even provided financial support, covering all rent and utilities. For the impoverished original host, this arrangement was too good to refuse, and she had eagerly accepted.

Initially, things were peaceful. But the original host, constantly tempted by the beautiful Omega she couldn’t have, had nearly lost control several times, even attempting to assault Yu Zhiwan violently.

Understanding the plot, Liu knew she was meant to inherit the original host’s desires and pursue Yu Zhiwan—but through gradual courtship rather than force.

Upon crossing over, Liu discovered the original host had secretly abducted Yu Zhiwan, taking her to an abandoned factory to stage a fake rescue and improve Yu’s impression of her.

But when Liu rushed to the scene, both “that person” and Yu Zhiwan had vanished. After much searching, Liu finally tracked Yu down at the hospital, only to be met with icy disdain.

Their apartment complex was mid-range but well-decorated. Wing City was a top-tier second-tier city with high housing costs but salaries lagging behind first-tier standards. Liu suspected Yu’s income couldn’t afford such a home and car, yet Yu never mentioned family.

Liu initially thought Yu might be a runaway heiress avoiding an arranged marriage—the original host’s memories showed Yu arriving in a disheveled, fugitive-like state. Later, the original host noticed someone following Yu, though her true identity remained unclear.

In her original world, Liu was just an ordinary office worker clocking in at eight and out at six, earning a modest monthly salary. Here, aside from gaining an attractive body and beautiful roommate, little had changed.

The original host worked at Yuerong Cosmetics—a decent job with good benefits, but still only bringing in five or six thousand monthly, not enough for luxury purchases.

While other transmigrators got protagonist halos and golden fingers, Liu Huanran felt her only advantage was Yu Zhiwan herself.

This kind of Omega, though called a roommate, was essentially her stroke of romantic luck. Yu Zhiwan was beautiful with a bit of a temper, had excellent poise, and carried an air of mystery—she definitely had some hidden background.

As long as she humored Yu Zhiwan for a while, waiting until the Omega sensed the change in her, played hard to get for a bit, and then let herself be pursued, eventually Yu Zhiwan would fall into her arms, bear her a child, and everything would naturally turn out fine.

After all, Yu Zhiwan was so stunning that she wouldn’t be at a loss. The only downside was that the woman was disabled.

Liu Huanran grew excited at the thought, as if already seeing her bright future. Letting bygones be bygones, she called out from behind:

“Want me to pour you some water? Wanwan!”

“Hey, talk to me, won’t you? Wanwan—Yu Zhiwan—darling?”

**

Pei Yujiang sat on the soft car seat, idly waiting at a red light. The Bluetooth speaker played soothing violin instrumentals, a far cry from the usual noisy car music, making it quite pleasant.

Driving Yu Zhiwan’s car, Pei Yujiang couldn’t shake the odd sense of dissonance in her mind, though she couldn’t pinpoint why. It wasn’t until a black Maybach sped past that it suddenly clicked.

Yu Zhiwan worked at Yuerong as a makeup test model, earning less than 10,000 a month after taxes. She had joined a year ago, and before that, as a blind person, it would’ve been hard to land a high-paying job. So how did she afford a car and a place of her own?

She wasn’t sure if the apartment was rented, but the car was definitely Yu Zhiwan’s own purchase. Even this self-driving model wasn’t cheap—hardly something a young salaried worker could easily afford.

And was Yu Zhiwan’s disability congenital or acquired? Her eyes were beautiful, with no visible damage, so it likely wasn’t caused by injury or accident.

Then what was the reason?

The female lead was shrouded in mystery after mystery. Pei Yujiang still knew far too little about Yu Zhiwan, and what puzzled her most was this: How could such a gentle, soft-spoken Omega end up “destroying the world” after turning dark?

Was this “world destruction” just an exaggerated metaphor, or did it mean the plotline collapsing, the world crumbling as a result? Or was it literal annihilation?

She didn’t understand.

**

Three days later, after smoothly obtaining her medical report, Pei Yujiang went to Yuerong to start work.

The original owner had previously held a nominal management position in the company, doing neither work nor actual managing. Pei Yujiang simply went through the resignation process with HR first, then formally re-entered the company through standard procedures, starting in the planning department.

The planning department was a position chosen for her by Madam Pei Jinhua—deputy director. The workload wasn’t heavy, but it wasn’t light either. She could slack off and dump everything on the director if she wanted, depending on how she handled things.

As for product development or sales, Pei Yujiang couldn’t manage those herself. The original owner had undergone some related training and had decent knowledge reserves, so after inheriting those memories, Pei Yujiang could grasp the basics.

This was Pei Yujiang’s first time doing this kind of work, but even in an unfamiliar field, she was full of motivation. The next day, she even got up early for a morning jog and ran all the way to the office.

She arrived just slightly later than the security guard, with twenty minutes still left before work hours. The entire building was sparsely populated. Through the frosted glass doors, Pei Yujiang could see someone wolfing down breakfast at their workstation.

Yuerong had its own office building, cafeteria, and dormitory area. The decor followed a minimalist Scandinavian style—bright, clean windows and excellent hygiene standards. Walking through it was quite comfortable.

In high spirits, Pei Yujiang decided to skip the elevator and explore the building via the stairs. As she reached the entrance, she spotted a vaguely familiar woman hurrying out of the elevator at a jog.

Her memory was sharp, and she immediately recognized the woman as Zhao Manlin, the head of the planning department.

Zhao Manlin was a twenty-something Beta, efficient and socially adept—qualities that had propelled her to the position of department head at such a young age.

On her first official day, Pei Yujiang naturally had to report to the department head. She had spent the previous night reviewing profiles of Yuerong’s key personnel, including Zhao’s impressive list of achievements.

The woman had apparently graduated from the same university as Yu Zhiwan, whom she had personally recommended for the job. Zhao was also known for advocating for her team’s welfare.

Pei Yujiang instinctively felt drawn to people like her. After straightening her appearance, she was about to step forward with a smile to greet Zhao when she saw the woman fling open the door to the planning department’s shared office, startling several colleagues who were still eating breakfast.

“Do we have any attractive Omegas in the planning department? Tell them to lay low—try not to wander near my office these next few days,” Zhao Manlin grumbled, frowning. “That troublemaker is coming to work, and I don’t know which Omega has caught his eye!”