After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 1

The dimly lit room was sealed off from the outside world by heavy curtains. The air hung thick with the aroma of red wine and another, more dangerous, more ambiguous scent.

Lin Zhaoyue was pinned down on the soft down comforter.

No, not pinned down—restrained with a possessive grip.

One hand, its knuckles sharply defined and radiating irresistible force, clamped down on her wrist, pressing it above her head.

The other hand hovered teasingly at her waist, its fingertips lightly caressing the thin silk nightgown, sending shivers through her body.

The figure looming over her was silhouetted against the faint light filtering through the curtain seams, its outline blurred yet radiating an overwhelming sense of dominance.

It was Shen Yuan.

But not the meek, innocent “white lotus” Shen Yuan from the original novel.

This Shen Yuan’s eyes were deep and fathomless, filled with a playful malice and an absolute desire for control.

“Miss Lin,” Shen Yuan’s voice was soft, its cool breath brushing against her earlobe, “you seem to enjoy playing these cat-and-mouse games?”

Lin Zhaoyue tried to speak, her lips parting slightly, but Shen Yuan silenced her with a gentle press of her fingertip against her lips. The cool touch felt like an electric current, instantly stiffening her body.

Shen Yuan’s gaze was as still and deep as a bottomless pool, yet it carried an undeniable, oppressive weight.

She leaned in closer, their noses almost touching. Lin Zhaoyue could even smell the faint, crisp scent of rain-soaked cedar emanating from her.

“But,” Shen Yuan’s gaze slowly drifted downward, settling on Lin Zhaoyue’s trembling lips. Her voice dropped to a whisper, intimate as a lover’s murmur, “sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s the cat and who… is the prey.”

Shen Yuan’s fingertips traced the line of Lin Zhaoyue’s neck, then glided down her chest and abdomen, moving slowly and possessively.

“…! Don’t…”

Under the warm orange lamplight, Lin Zhaoyue weakly bent her knees to kick at the woman on top of her, only to have her legs spread even wider in response.

“No, you want this,” Shen Yuan’s voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable command.

The next moment, Lin Zhaoyue’s hands clenched the bedsheets into crumpled fists.

“Ugh… stop, stop it…!”

Lin Zhaoyue wanted to curse Shen Yuan, but the words caught in her throat. She stifled her voice, trembling as she gasped in ragged breaths. Her tear-soaked eyes glared fiercely at the instigator, only to lose focus again with the next movement…

Hiss—

The icy rain jolted Lin Zhaoyue back to reality.

She was standing beside a Maybach.

The Shen Yuan from the earlier scene lay supine in the icy rain, unconscious.

Her pale, dust-streaked face, seen up close, was breathtakingly stunning—cold, fragile, and possessing an almost divine beauty.

The searing fragment of memory that had just flooded Lin Zhaoyue’s mind had been forcibly triggered by the sight of this face.

“Gulp.” Lin Zhaoyue swallowed hard.

What was that just now?

That wasn’t a scene from the original novel, was it? In broad daylight, did I just start dreaming while staring at her face?!

System: Host? Host?! Why are you blushing after hitting the female lead? Do you have some kind of perverted fetish? I must remind you that while the law allows you to marry a woman, it does not permit marriage to a dead woman…

Lin Zhaoyue: Ha ha, is that so—screw you! It’s all your fault for making me run her over in the first place!

Three hours earlier, Lin Zhaoyue had been up late reading that melodramatic novel.

Enraged by the book’s innocent, flower-like female lead, she had cursed, “Is this ‘returning kindness with malice’ behavior even something a carbon-based lifeform would do?!”

But usually, when you criticize a character, you don’t end up transmigrating into that character’s body, right? The System had said, “If you don’t like it, do better yourself,” didn’t it?

Who ever heard of transmigrating as the villainous female supporting character only for the System to say, “If you can’t stand her, I’ll give you a chance to run her over!”

System: Host, rest assured, hitting the female lead is part of the normal plot progression in the prologue. But… you should have braked immediately after the initial impact, not run her over again and then back up to run her over again!

Lin Zhaoyue: When you’re grabbing people for book transmigrations, could you at least be professional about it? I don’t even have a driver’s license!

Her driving knowledge was still stuck in QQ Speed, her only skill being the Shift Drift.

Who could have imagined that one day she’d transmigrate directly into the scene where she’s driving to hit the female lead?

Wur-wur-wur—

The windshield wipers swung mechanically as the distant wail of an ambulance grew louder.

Lin Zhaoyue shook her head and quickly crouched down to check Shen Yuan’s pulse.

“Shen Yuan… Shen Yuan… are you okay?”

At her call, Shen Yuan’s eyelashes seemed to flutter slightly.

Just as Lin Zhaoyue lowered her gaze to check if Shen Yuan’s limbs were intact, several paramedics rushed out of the screeching ambulance and unceremoniously hoisted both her and Shen Yuan onto stretchers.

Half an hour later.

Outside the ICU.

Lin Zhaoyue sat on a long bench, her hands clasped together in prayer.

I hope this collision doesn’t kill me or hurt me, but instead reduces Shen Yuan’s weight, improves her skin, corrects her vision to 20/20, and miraculously cures her terminal illness. Then, using the villainess’s vast wealth, I’ll compensate Shen Yuan with 30 million yuan. From then on, Shen Yuan will be eternally grateful, love me to the point of obsession, and become my devoted lapdog.

Did you laugh while making that wish? the Villainess Roleplay System asked.

Lin Zhaoyue suppressed a smile.

We advise the Host to consider how to face the main heroine.

Lin Zhaoyue broke into a cold sweat.

As the original owner’s memories gradually merged with her own, she began to piece together the novel’s plot.

This was a classic, old-fashioned romance novel.

The original storyline was utterly cliché: the heroine’s grandmother had once saved the male lead’s grandmother, leading the male lead’s grandmother to unilaterally arrange a marriage between their grandchildren.

However, the male lead harbored feelings for his “white moonlight” and completely ignored the heroine.

This allowed the villainess—Lin Zhaoyue herself, the male lead’s spoiled adopted sister—to relentlessly bully the heroine without restraint.

Inviting the main heroine to her birthday party, deliberately dropping cake on her lap, and forcing her to lick it clean. Finding the bar where the heroine worked and writing her name on the heroine’s face with lipstick, humiliating her in front of everyone…

Where was the morality?! Where was the bottom line?! Where was the fan art?!

It all culminated when she ran the heroine over, sending her to the hospital.

Upon examination, the heroine was diagnosed with amnesia, her personality completely altered!

The rest of the plot was predictable: the Niohuru heroine returned, exacting revenge for every past grievance, and the villainess Lin Zhaoyue met a gruesome end.

Recalling her past actions against Shen Yuan, and the heroine’s hateful, sinister gaze as she knelt between her legs…

“Everything you’ve done to me, I will repay you tenfold, bit by bit,” Shen Yuan had vowed.

Lin Zhaoyue’s scalp tingled with dread.

…But there was still a chance to salvage everything!

Lin Zhaoyue smiled.

If I just send myself to the crematorium first, problem solved!

Even though she was the one who ran Shen Yuan over, it didn’t matter.

She had simply let her love turn to hate, indulging in a brief yandere moment. It was only after the collision that she realized she had already fallen for the main heroine, her obsession stemming from unrequited love.

How perfectly logical, Lin Zhaoyue thought.

Lin Zhaoyue: What do you think, Sister System?

System: I think your immediate priority should be uninstalling Foreign Persimmon Novels from your phone.

System: Also, this is the Villainess Roleplay System, not the Main Heroine Conquest System. Please focus on your mission.

Lin Zhaoyue: Oh, fine. Not that I was particularly interested in conquering her anyway. LOL. Actually, I was always more interested in the villainess tasks. I just thought she was… average. Sorry, but you’re being so dramatic. You’re really putting on a show.

System: ?!

A flurry of hurried footsteps interrupted Lin Zhaoyue’s friendly exchange with the System.

The ICU door swung open, and a doctor emerged.

“Who are the patient’s family members?”

Lin Zhaoyue immediately stood up, swallowing nervously.

“I… I am? Doctor, how is the person inside?”

The doctor pushed up her glasses, her voice grave.

“You… should see for yourself.”

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart sank like a stone.

It’s over… Did I kill her?

System: Host, calm down. Don’t scare yourself. As the main heroine of this world, she definitely won’t die. At most—she’ll end up in a vegetative state.

Lin Zhaoyue: Huh?

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

With a pounding heart, she pushed open the ICU door.

The room reeked of disinfectant, and the rhythmic beeping of medical instruments added to the oppressive atmosphere.

Lin Zhaoyue’s eyes immediately fell on Shen Yuan lying motionless in the bed. Her head was wrapped in bandages, her eyes tightly shut, and her face pale as death. She lay as still as a lifeless porcelain doll.

Is she really in a vegetative state?

Ha ha, this is bad.

Is the plot going to turn into some “After Marrying the Vegetative Heiress, She Woke Up” nonsense now?