After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 32

“Cough, cough…!” Lin Zhaoyue choked on her own saliva, abandoning all pretense of composure as she yanked her foot free from Shen Yuan’s grasp. “Who asked you to offer yourself as compensation?! Stop wiping! Just stop!”

What kind of lewd garbage is this woman’s brain filled with?! It’s just a pair of shoes! How did she fast-forward to carnal repayment?!

“……”

Shen Yuan rose with a hint of regret. Though she hadn’t achieved the more intimate “compensation” she’d hoped for, the brief touch and Lin Zhaoyue’s wide, panicked eyes, glistening with moisture, were… acceptable.

Still, those beautiful peach-blossom eyes kept darting toward Lin Zhaoyue’s calves, like a little dog eyeing a meaty bone.

Lin Zhaoyue had no idea how to advance the plot.

Meanwhile, the three Young Masters, after their initial shock and discombobulation, exchanged glances, seemingly finally recovering from this absurdly advanced “compensation method.”

Then, they erupted into unrestrained laughter!

“Hahahaha! Holy sh1t, what kind of move is this? Offering herself as compensation for a pair of shoes?!”

“Can’t afford to pay? Then pay with your body? Not bad, not bad—bold thinking!”

The Prince of the Capital Circle laughed especially hard, wiping tears from his eyes as he straightened up from the sofa and strolled toward Shen Yuan with keen interest.

“Listen, little sister,” he said, his voice dripping with insincerity, “if you’re so sincere, what’s the point of just ‘offering’ yourself to Miss Lin? Why not consider me instead? Unlike Miss Lin, I’m not so ‘reserved.’ If you’re truly willing to ‘offer,’ I’d be more than happy to ‘accept.'”

As he spoke, he reached out with a greasy hand, attempting to touch Shen Yuan.

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skipped a beat. These dissolute young masters never change! she thought, instinctively opening her mouth to intervene.

But before she could speak, Shen Yuan’s expression abruptly shifted. The girl who had been gazing at Lin Zhaoyue with puppy-like devotion just moments ago now turned her head, her face hidden from Lin Zhaoyue’s view, and cast a chilling glance at the outstretched hand.

Those peach blossom eyes, once brimming with light, now seemed to have been splashed with ink, instantly turning icy and piercing.

Young Master’s outstretched hand froze mid-air, as if he had been targeted by a venomous snake lurking in the shadows. His hand remained suspended, and the flippant smile on his face solidified.

A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, sending a shiver down his spine.

This… this gaze… what’s going on?!

Young Master’s heart pounded wildly under that piercing stare, his body frozen in place.

Snap!

A crisp, sharp sound rang out.

Shen Yuan’s hand moved with lightning speed, ruthlessly slapping away Young Master’s hand.

The force of the blow left a crimson mark across the back of his hand.

“Hiss—!”

Young Master gasped sharply, the smile on his face freezing before twisting into fury. In all his years, no one had ever dared to treat him with such blatant disrespect!

“You fu—” He was about to unleash a torrent of curses.

“Get lost,” Shen Yuan spat coldly, flicking the hem of her sleeve where his hand had touched it, as if brushing off something filthy.

The Young Master froze, staring at Shen Yuan, who now radiated an icy aura, as if she were a completely different person. He couldn’t quite process the sudden transformation.

The laughter of the other two Young Masters died in their throats as they exchanged bewildered glances, unsure what was happening.

The Young Master whose hand had been slapped away felt his pride trampled into the dirt. How could he endure such humiliation in front of so many people? Enraged and humiliated, he lashed out:

“Hey! You stinking waitress! You’re biting the hand that feeds you, aren’t you?! You were all over Lin Zhaoyue earlier, licking her boots! What’s with the ice queen act now? You’re just a prostitute—stop acting so high and mighty!”

With a roar fueled by alcohol and fury, he abandoned all pretense of decorum and swung his hand to slap Shen Yuan across the face.

As the blow was about to land, Lin Zhaoyue’s heart clenched violently. All thoughts of her villainess mission and the System’s warnings vanished from her mind. She sprang from the sofa almost instinctively, her body moving before her brain could process the danger.

“Stop!”

Without a second thought, she reached out to grab Shen Yuan’s arm, intending to pull her behind her for protection.

But the instant her fingertips brushed Shen Yuan’s cool skin—

Zzzzt!

A sharp, familiar jolt of pain shot up from her tailbone, instantly spreading through her limbs and bones!

System: Host, you are currently on a mission and your actions are severely deviating from your character! The penalty mechanism has been triggered. Cease immediately, or you will be stunned by electricity!

Lin Zhaoyue gasped sharply, her body trembling uncontrollably as cold sweat beaded on her forehead. The excruciating pain made her vision blur.

Elect me, then! Who’s afraid of you?! Lin Zhaoyue retorted fiercely in her mind. What kind of bullshit mission is this anyway? I’ve been sick of this brain-dead plot from the start!

When Shen Yuan herself deviated from the script, the System offered no useful advice. Now it suddenly remembers to punish her! Damn dog System!

Forcing herself to endure the searing pain that coursed through her like electric currents, she yanked Shen Yuan out of the Young Master’s reach and pulled her behind her.

Lin Zhaoyue’s sudden action stunned everyone present.

The Young Master froze mid-motion, his face still twisted with rage, but Lin Zhaoyue’s intervention made him look somewhat ridiculous.

The other two Young Masters wore bewildered expressions, glancing between Lin Zhaoyue and Shen Yuan, whom she had shielded behind her, completely baffled by this unexpected turn of events.

Shen Yuan, tightly protected behind Lin Zhaoyue, was visibly taken aback.

She could clearly feel Lin Zhaoyue’s hand trembling slightly on her arm, as if enduring immense pain.

Yet her protective stance remained unwavering. Though her figure was slender, her back now seemed like an unbreakable wall, shielding Shen Yuan from harm.

Shen Yuan raised her head, gazing at Lin Zhaoyue’s tense profile, her face pale with pain.

Simultaneously frightened by Lin Zhaoyue’s distressed state, Shen Yuan also sensed something else: from the moment Lin Zhaoyue’s hand touched her arm, a faint but distinct tingling numbness, tinged with a sharp pain, had spread from their point of contact.

What was that?