After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 30

The cacophonous music surged into the booth, accompanied by three figures.

Though their styles differed wildly, all three exuded an ostentatious “I’m filthy rich” aura. Their hair was dyed in a rainbow of colors, as if they’d just returned from a Mat family gathering.

System: Ding! Critical plot characters detected! I won’t bother naming them—you’d just forget anyway, Host. In short, they’re the Young Masters of the Beijing Circle, Shanghai Circle, and Hong Kong Circle!

Lin Zhaoyue: “……”

Wait, in other novels, they’d be treated like male leads. How come here they’re just the Cannon Fodder’s group outing?

Before she could process this information, the three Young Masters had already spotted Lin Zhaoyue sitting in the booth. Surprise flashed across their faces before they eagerly surrounded her.

“Aiyo~ Wei~ Who’s throwing such a lavish party with two gatekeepers at the entrance? Oh, it’s our Miss Lin! Heh, what brings you to our humble territory today?”

“You old fool! Miss Lin has graced us with her presence. Stop pestering her with questions.”

“Yo, Zhaoyue! Long time no see lah. What a coincidence, eating dessert alone? Must be so boring.”

Lin Zhaoyue: ?

Sometimes, when you’re speechless, you just want to laugh.

Lin Zhaoyue: Sister System, are you sure people actually talk like this in real life?

System: Ask the author. This is all from the original novel.

Before she could even open her mouth, the Prince of the Capital Circle had already plopped down on the sofa beside her, picked up an empty glass from the table, and was looking at her expectantly.

“Perfect timing! My buddies and I were just about to find a place to grab a drink. Why don’t you join us? Let’s have a few and make it lively!”

The other two immediately crowded around as well.

“Yeah, what’re you doing all alone anyway?”

“Zhaoyue, fancy some whisky? We just opened a fancy bottle.”

System: Host, even though you’re disgusted, the mission requires you to accept the invitation and integrate into the environment.

Fine, integrate. She could integrate.

Lin Zhaoyue curled her lips into a reluctant smile and gestured to the empty seat across from her.

“…Whatever.”

The three immediately perked up, chattering excitedly as they ordered a pile of expensive liquors and flashy cocktails.

The drinks arrived quickly, and the Young Masters immediately launched into drinking games, boasting, and tall tales.

“Guess what? I snagged that prime real estate south of the city!”

“You know that stock I told you about? It hit the daily limit!”

“My dad just bought another new sports car!”

The cacophony of voices, thick with regional accents, filled the air.

How were these three even able to understand each other?

Lin Zhaoyue, too lazy to listen to their chatter, sat in a corner, completely blocking out their conversation as she focused intently on her tiramisu and chocolate lava cake.

Hmm, the cream is quite fresh—much more pleasing to the eye than these three clowns.

Time ticked by, minute by minute.

She surreptitiously glanced at her phone screen. It was almost time.

Lin Zhaoyue: System, it’s time to execute the mission, right?

System: Yes, Host. Please begin your performance—oh, I mean, your mission.

System: Next, the Female Lead will uncontrollably spill her drink on your shoes. You’ll then demand she clean it up. With this incident as the catalyst, the others will naturally start harassing her.

Lin Zhaoyue: Understood.

She opened the bar’s ordering app and scrolled through the menu, precisely selecting several more calorie-laden desserts: cheesecake, mango mousse, and a glass of orange juice—the mission prop.

System: Host, are you sure you’re not just ordering extra for yourself?

The System couldn’t resist teasing.

Ordering just one glass of orange juice would look too suspicious, you know.

Lin Zhaoyue scoffed inwardly and clicked to place her order.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, there was another knock on the VIP room door, this time much more polite.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and a slender figure entered carrying a tray.

The newcomer’s long hair was neatly tied back, and she wore the standard bar server uniform: a simple black shirt and trousers. Though the shirt was slightly loose, it still accentuated her graceful posture.

Even in the dim, flickering light, her face remained strikingly pure and refined. Though she wore no makeup, her eyes shone brightly, and her aura was clean and untainted, utterly out of place in this smoky, chaotic environment.

It was Shen Yuan.

She kept her head slightly bowed, focused on the tray in her hands, seemingly unaware of the specific guests in the VIP room.

The moment Shen Yuan appeared, the three Young Masters, who had been rowdily chatting and playfully shoving each other, froze as if someone had pressed the pause button. Their movements and voices ceased abruptly.

Six eyes snapped to focus on Shen Yuan, radiating undisguised admiration and interest.

“When did such a fresh-faced beauty start working here?”

“Hmm, she’s quite striking. What’s your name?”

“Come have a drink with your brothers, little sister. This tray looks heavy—let us help you carry it.”

Lin Zhaoyue: “……”

Wait, what’s going on?

The accents that had been a chaotic cacophony just moments ago had miraculously coalesced into perfect standard Mandarin, as if the entire group had been possessed.

Yet Shen Yuan seemed completely oblivious to their voices, not even sparing a glance for the three men putting on their little show.

Her gaze cut through the noisy trio, unerringly landing on Lin Zhaoyue, who was seated at the innermost booth.

Zhaoyue? What’s she doing here?

This place was a den of vice, loud and chaotic. How could someone as delicate and refined as Zhaoyue ever come to a place like this?

Did she come looking for me? But this place is so unsuitable for her.

And who are these people with her? Her friends? They look wealthy enough to match Lin Zhaoyue’s status.

It was lively inside before I came in. They must have been having a good time.

Doubt bubbled up like air rising from the depths of water.

But when Shen Yuan’s gaze met Lin Zhaoyue’s slightly evasive profile—her attention seemingly focused on her dessert—

all her questions were overwhelmed by a stronger, almost overflowing emotion—

It was the joy of seeing her.

A gentle light shimmered in those beautiful peach-blossom eyes, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved upward into a faint smile—a smile so subtle yet so potent it made Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skip a beat.

It was as if, in that private room, they were the only living beings.

Shen Yuan quickened her pace, heading straight toward Lin Zhaoyue, eager to present the sweets that looked so delicious.

But just as she was about to reach Lin Zhaoyue, a hand suddenly shot out from behind and gripped her shoulder!

“Hey! What kind of attitude is that for a waitress? Didn’t you hear me talking to you?”

It was one of the Young Masters, his face twisted with annoyance at being completely ignored by Shen Yuan. His grip tightened.

Shen Yuan, her attention fixed on Lin Zhaoyue, was caught completely off guard. The sudden grab threw her off balance, sending her staggering sideways.

“Ugh!”

Instinctively, she tried to steady the tray in her hands, but the suddenness of the incident had already shifted her center of gravity.

The tray tilted sharply—