After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 17

“A… a sadist?”

Shen Yuan repeated the unfamiliar word, her eyes growing more bewildered, even tinged with absurdity.

“Exactly!”

People only never tire when doing evil. Lin Zhaoyue’s acting reached its peak as she pointed at the cabinet, her voice rising with fervor.

“These collars, whips, handcuffs, blindfolds… you bought them all to use on me! Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten how you used to force me to wear these things, and then… and then…”

Lin Zhaoyue paused at just the right moment, her face contorting with unbearable pain, even her shoulders trembling as if reliving some horrific memory.

“I… used them on you?”

Shen Yuan’s face gradually paled. She stared at Lin Zhaoyue in disbelief, then glanced at the cabinet as if searching for evidence to refute the claims.

But clearly, she remembered nothing.

Lin Zhaoyue declared with righteous indignation:

“What else could it be?! Why do you think I said those things to you before?! A major reason was because I couldn’t stand your… your twisted fetish! It’s terrifying! Every time I think about it, I… I tremble!”

Lin Zhaoyue grew more agitated with each word, her conviction solidifying. Yes, that’s it! This has absolutely nothing to do with me, Lin Zhaoyue!

Shen Yuan was completely stunned.

A sadist? A pervert? Using those… things… on Lin Zhaoyue?

She looked down at her hands, then back up at Lin Zhaoyue’s face, etched with accusation and grievance.

Lin Zhaoyue spoke with such sincerity, such pain, the tears in her eyes seeming genuine…

Could it be…? Could I really have been such a… pervert… before losing my memories?

Shen Yuan felt her worldview collapsing, reforming, and then collapsing again.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat felt blocked, unable to utter a single word.

The color drained from her face, her eyes hollow. She stood frozen, as if her soul had been sucked out, motionless like a silent stone statue.

Blown away by the wind, questioning her entire existence.

Success!

Lin Zhaoyue watched Shen Yuan’s petrified state and secretly pumped her fist in triumph.

Crisis averted! Misunderstanding cleared! And I even managed to pin the “pervert” label on the main heroine—perfectly in line with the villainess’s style!

Her mood instantly brightened, the panic and shame from being startled by those “toys” completely vanishing.

Lin Zhaoyue hummed with satisfaction, walked over, and patted Shen Yuan’s stiff shoulder with a tone of disdain mixed with resignation.

“Alright, stop standing around here. Go reflect on yourself properly.”

With that, she couldn’t be bothered to pay any more attention to the deeply shaken “perverted ex-girlfriend” who was now questioning her entire existence. Lin Zhaoyue turned back to the sofa, her mood buoyant, and picked up Shen Yuan’s battered phone again.

Finally, that nuisance is dealt with. Now, time to focus on the phone.

She needed to quickly check if there was anything else besides that “heavyweight” photo.

Lin Zhaoyue resumed scrolling through Shen Yuan’s photo album.

The album was indeed remarkably clean. Apart from a few blurry landscape shots and some meaningless snapshots, there were hardly any photos of people.

She scrolled from beginning to end, then from end to beginning, confirming three times.

There was nothing else.

None of the more explicit photos that would have revealed her malicious behavior remained.

Only this one—taken from an awkward angle, with an ambiguous atmosphere, initially appearing like a couple’s private moment but, upon closer inspection, hinting at coercion—lay alone in the album.

Lin Zhaoyue’s answer came almost immediately.

The earlier photos had likely been deleted by Shen Yuan long ago.

The fact that this photo hadn’t been deleted was likely just a cruel twist of fate. The car accident must have prevented Shen Yuan from deleting this final piece of evidence.

Damn it! Of all the photos to survive, why this one?!

It felt like every dirty trick in the book was being thrown her way.

And…

Lin Zhaoyue couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

She realized that the real Shen Yuan truly hated her, which explained why she wanted to erase all traces of her past humiliations.

This realization left Lin Zhaoyue with mixed emotions, like riding a rollercoaster.

It ruthlessly shattered the warm, affectionate facade Shen Yuan had cultivated after her amnesia, forcing her to confront the brutal truth of the original story, laid bare before her.

The woman gazing at her with such obsessive devotion harbored deep-seated hatred in her heart.

And Lin Zhaoyue, as the “villainess,” seemed to have no choice but to continue playing the role of the woman destined to be hated and ultimately avenged.

“Sigh…”

Lin Zhaoyue sighed, stealing a glance at Shen Yuan, who was still lost in self-reflection. The little person in her mind began frantically clawing at the walls of her heart.

Stop watching the show and talk, Sister System! You don’t want the main heroine to lose her proper storyline, do you?

Logically, after losing her memory, she should have discovered evidence of her past bullying and then launched a revenge plan, right? How did it end up with just this compromising photo, turning into a wife-chasing scheme? How am I supposed to follow the villain’s playbook now?!

Lin Zhaoyue watched Shen Yuan, who seemed uneasy at her sigh and instinctively tried to move closer. Her heart grew even more conflicted.

And look at her now, being so kind to me. What if… what if she remembers everything later and realizes she’s been so close to the person who bullied her? She might even have… ahem, developed strange feelings. How utterly devastated would she be?

This would be a double blow, worse than if she just hated me outright, right?

Lin Zhaoyue tugged at her hair in frustration, feeling like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

On one hand, she worried about her future “box lunch” fate. On the other, she couldn’t suppress her overflowing sympathy.

Even the System seemed to freeze up.

Well, um… let’s just prioritize the heroine’s well-being for now! We can always adjust the main plot later, right?

Heh, you useless system.

Lin Zhaoyue had known she couldn’t rely on it. Using her own wits, she had a flash of inspiration.

Hey, do you think there’s any way to distract her? I mean, she’s been clinging to me day and night. Maybe if she found someone or something else to focus on, it would ease her burden in the future?

The system paused for a few seconds, seemingly analyzing the feasibility.

Theoretically, if she developed an attachment or affection for someone else, it might shift her attention away from you, Host.

Like who? Lin Zhaoyue pressed.

The system cautiously suggested:

Like… the original male lead, Lin Wangba? According to the original plot, shouldn’t the amnesiac heroine have developed a relationship with him? Though he seems to be in Hawaii right now…

Lin! Wang! Ba?!

Lin Zhaoyue’s vision went black for a moment. Her mind automatically conjured up that greasy face and the nine-grid selfie collage on his social media, a mental pollution of epic proportions.

Shh! I’ll pretend you didn’t say that this time. I’ll forgive you once, but hurry up and give me another name!

Her vehement reaction startled even the system.

…Acknowledged. Lin Wangba excluded. The system readily complied. Then… Host, given the current situation, who else do you think would be a suitable candidate to divert attention?

Lin Zhaoyue frowned, rummaging through her meager memory bank.

Shen Yuan was currently suffering from amnesia, her social circle practically nonexistent. Apart from Lin Zhaoyue herself, a “historical artifact,” who else could Shen Yuan interact with who was relatively “safe and harmless”?

A name suddenly flashed into her mind.

“That’s it!”