After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 16

Shen Yuan gazed at her with deep affection.

“Zhaoyue, you just love playing coy, don’t you? You act so proper on the surface, but deep down, you adore seeing me grovel at your feet, obeying your every whim, right?”

Lin Zhaoyue: “…???”

How can she twist this into a justification? And even seem to enjoy it?!

Lin Zhaoyue felt like she was punching a cotton ball. Even when she slapped Shen Yuan, the woman somehow managed to find sweetness in it.

She almost fell for this twisted logic, starting to wonder if the original owner’s twisted bullying behavior might actually conceal some melodramatic “love-hate” dynamic.

But her survival instinct snapped her back to reality.

I have no intention of experiencing the villainess’s tragic fate—being packaged up and shipped off!

The strange blush that had just risen on her cheeks vanished instantly. Lin Zhaoyue abruptly retreated two large steps, maintaining a safe social distance, and glared warily at Shen Yuan.

“W-wait… your phone can’t possibly have only this one photo of us, right?”

“Hmm?”

Shen Yuan blinked, caught off guard by Lin Zhaoyue’s sudden interest in the number of photos.

“I think so? There aren’t many photos in the album. This one’s the most… special? It’s such a great shot—makes your legs look so long and straight…”

As she spoke, Shen Yuan lowered her head and smiled admiringly at the photo.

“Stop!”

Lin Zhaoyue felt her bl00d pressure spiking again.

She snatched Shen Yuan’s phone, strode to the sofa on the other side of the room, and sat down. Her tone brooked no argument as she declared, “I’ll check this first. Find something to do—lie down on the bed if you want. Just don’t bother me.”

Her sharp tone perfectly matched the villainess persona she was trying to project.

“Okay!” Shen Yuan nodded cheerfully, treating this like a normal check-in between girlfriends.

While Lin Zhaoyue meticulously examined the phone, Shen Yuan surveyed the room with a lighthearted air.

The room was indeed enormous, decorated in a style that was… how to put it? Utterly lavish, yet with an undercurrent of naivety, as if untouched by the harsh realities of the world.

Take, for example, the nearly life-sized, pink rhinestone-encrusted Violent Bear figurine in the corner. Or the vanity table, where gaudily packaged, undoubtedly expensive yet questionably practical skincare products sat next to several brand-new copies of…

The Dominant Female Alpha Falls for Me and Enjoyed by My Girlfriend’s 365 Personalities?

Lin Zhaoyue actually read this kind of stuff?

Shen Yuan’s gaze swept over the book spines, imagining Lin Zhaoyue secretly devouring these comics, and her lips couldn’t help but curve into another smile.

Cute.

Her gaze continued to wander, eventually settling on a cabinet that seemed somewhat out of place.

It was a dark brown, solid wood cabinet with a slightly retro design, clashing with the room’s luxurious, modern style. The cabinet doors were tightly shut, lacking handles and featuring only an inconspicuous push-to-open latch.

Driven by some instinct, or perhaps simply by the curiosity born from her memory loss, Shen Yuan approached and gently pressed the cabinet door.

With a soft click, the door sprang open.

The sight inside the cabinet made Shen Yuan’s smile falter slightly.

Instead of the expected clothes or miscellaneous items, the cabinet contained neatly hung and arranged… peculiar objects.

Collars, blindfolds, handcuffs, shackles, small leather whips, feather ticklers… a complete assortment in various styles. Beside them hung several leather ropes of varying lengths, resembling some kind of restraints.

On the shelf below lay an assortment of oddly shaped toys, which, surprisingly, looked quite cute…

Shen Yuan: “……”

She blinked, processing the information before her.

If she could have rationalized the previous photo as a slightly risqué “intimate moment” between lovers, the contents of this cabinet…

Had Lin Zhaoyue always been this wild?

Shen Yuan’s cheeks flushed uncontrollably with a faint blush.

She reached out a finger and cautiously touched the collar adorned with tiny bells.

Jingle-jingle—

Why is there a bell sound?

Lin Zhaoyue looked up in surprise.

She saw Shen Yuan standing before a cabinet, one hand still resting on the half-opened door, her face a mixture of shock, curiosity, and dawning realization.

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skipped a beat, and a sudden sense of foreboding washed over her.

“Shen Yuan! What are you looking at?!”

Lin Zhaoyue practically leaped off the sofa.

Startled by the sudden shout, Shen Yuan turned around, still holding… well, a finely crafted black leather collar studded with tiny silver bells.

Seeing Lin Zhaoyue rushing toward her in a panic, Shen Yuan’s expression shifted to one of even greater understanding, tinged with a hint of bashful indulgence.

“Zhaoyue, so… you like these things?”

“!!!”

Lin Zhaoyue felt her face erupt into flames, hotter than it had been in the bathroom earlier.

She rushed over in two strides, snatched the item from Shen Yuan’s hand, and threw it back into the drawer. With a slam, she slammed the cabinet shut, nearly catching Shen Yuan’s fingers in the process.

“W-who likes these things?! This isn’t mine!” Lin Zhaoyue stammered, her heart pounding like a drum.

That single glance into the cabinet had nearly sent her to heaven.

What kind of pervert was the original owner?!

What kind of role have I transmigrated into?!

Shen Yuan watched Lin Zhaoyue’s frantic attempts to hide the evidence, her eyes deepening with amusement and a gentle, indulgent expression.

“Mm, I understand, Zhaoyue,” Shen Yuan nodded obediently. “It’s okay. Whatever you like, I can accept…”

“……”

Lin Zhaoyue felt a mouthful of old bl00d lodge in her chest, neither rising nor falling.

This can’t go on! My image as a model citizen is beyond redemption, even if I jumped into the Yellow River!

Lin Zhaoyue took a deep breath, desperately trying to suppress the heat rising in her cheeks. She abruptly lifted her head, her gaze instantly sharpening, filled with accusation.

She stared directly at Shen Yuan, her expression stern, even tinged with a perfectly calibrated mix of righteous anger and heartbroken disappointment.

“Shen Yuan, how long are you going to keep up this act? How long are you going to keep lying to yourself?”

Shen Yuan: “?”

“Zhaoyue…? What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about?” Lin Zhaoyue sneered, then pointed sharply at the recently closed cabinet, her voice ringing with conviction. “These! They’re all yours!”

“…Mine?” Shen Yuan was utterly stunned.

“Yes! Yours!”

Lin Zhaoyue stepped forward, her posture aggressive, yet her expression carried a hint of wounded vulnerability.

“I know you’ve lost your memories, that you don’t remember anything! But this is the real you! Do you think you’re some innocent little white flower?”

“You’re not! Shen Yuan, you’re nothing but a complete and utter sadist who enjoys playing these twisted games!”