After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 33

As if she had accidentally brushed against an invisible spider silk, Shen Yuan carefully maintained her position, continuing to sense the unusual numbness. Her mind raced, simultaneously imprinting the sensation deeply into her memory and attempting to discern the direction the silk led before it snapped.

She had a premonition that this was directly connected to the pain Lin Zhaoyue was currently enduring.

Therefore, even as the numbness intensified, gradually transforming into an electric-like agony that threatened to numb her consciousness, Shen Yuan remained silent and refused to let go.

Lin Zhaoyue fiercely suppressed the escalating electric shocks coursing through her body, each pulse feeling like countless needles repeatedly piercing every nerve ending. The pain nearly made her lose her balance, but she gritted her teeth, forcing back the moan that threatened to escape. Instead, she lifted her chin and sneered, “Do you want to lose your hand?”

These five simple words carried the unique arrogance and domineering aura of the Lin Family’s Young Miss, ingrained in her very bones.

The Young Master who had raised his hand to strike Shen Yuan froze, startled by her icy tone and piercing gaze. He instinctively recoiled, but emboldened by the gazes of his fox friends and the alcohol, his irritation flared anew.

“Lin Zhaoyue, what do you mean by this? I was just teaching her a lesson…”

“Teaching her a lesson?” Lin Zhaoyue raised an eyebrow, her voice icy. “Since when did you have the right to lay a finger on my people?”

“Your people? Wait, Lin Zhaoyue, are you serious? This stray dog you picked up…”

“What’s it to you?” Lin Zhaoyue interrupted sharply.

“Even if she is a dog, she’s my dog. If I want to beat her or scold her, that’s my business. It’s certainly none of your concern, you… you’re not even worth a dog’s attention.”

Her words were venomous and direct, turning the three Young Masters’ faces green with rage. They outnumbered her and were on their own turf, accustomed to throwing their weight around. How dare she insult them so brazenly?

“…Lin Zhaoyue! Don’t push your luck!”

“Exactly! You’d turn on us three brothers for this… this thing? Think about the consequences!”

“Consequences?” Lin Zhaoyue scoffed.

“The Lin Family doesn’t need to worry about consequences. You, on the other hand, have been warned repeatedly and still refuse to back down. I’ll remember this.”

The name “Lin Family” hung in the air like a protective talisman, a golden ticket to impunity.

According to the novel’s setting, in this city—and indeed, throughout the wider social circles—who would dare show disrespect to the Lin Family?

She refused to believe that these arrogant young masters, who acted lawlessly simply because their families had a little money, would dare to continue their antics after hearing the name “Lin Family.”

Sure enough, the moment they heard “Lin Family,” especially Lin Zhaoyue’s words that carried the weight of settling accounts, the three young masters’ arrogance visibly diminished.

While their families were considered influential, they were insignificant compared to the truly top-tier Lin Family. To completely sever ties with Lin Zhaoyue over a bar server seemed unwise.

However, pride couldn’t be swallowed so easily. Especially the Young Master whose hand Shen Yuan had slapped away—he rubbed his reddened hand, his face livid, and was about to make a few more face-saving remarks to salvage some dignity when—

Buzz—buzz—buzz—

An urgent phone ring suddenly shattered the tense atmosphere in the private room.

It was his phone, lying on the table.

The Young Master frowned, clearly annoyed by the untimely interruption. He impatiently picked up the phone and glanced at the screen.

In that single glance, his expression abruptly changed.

Then, he looked up at Lin Zhaoyue again, his gaze now completely different from before.

“Lin Zhaoyue, what did you just say? Consequences? Heh… I’d like to see what those consequences might be.”

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart tightened. Her instincts screamed that something was wrong. Why had this guy suddenly become so bold? That phone call earlier…

Before she could dwell on it, the Young Master had already turned his gaze to Shen Yuan behind her, his eyes burning with malice that seemed almost tangible.

“That slap just now made my hand hurt,” he said slowly, rubbing the back of his reddened hand, his voice dripping with menace. “This isn’t over yet.”

He suddenly raised his voice and shouted downstairs:

“Guards!”

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart sank. She instinctively glanced toward the booth entrance—

It was empty.

The two bodyguards who had been stationed outside were nowhere to be seen!

Before she could confirm her suspicions, a flurry of hurried, chaotic footsteps erupted outside the booth, accompanied by rough shoving and curses.

“Get out of the way!”

“What’s going on in there?”

“Get the hell out of my way!”

Bang!

The VIP room door was kicked open even more violently, and a dozen young men swarmed in. They wore tight black T-shirts or gaudy floral shirts, their arms covered in tattoos, and exuded a rough, streetwise swagger.

Each of them wore a menacing expression, their eyes glinting with hostility.

The once-spacious VIP room was instantly crammed full, trapping Lin Zhaoyue and Shen Yuan in a tight circle, blocking all possible escape routes.

This commotion finally shattered the bar’s already raucous equilibrium.

The deafening music downstairs abruptly cut off.

The dancing crowd, the boisterous patrons in the booths, even the bartender behind the counter—all froze as if under a spell, their heads snapping up in unison.

Every eye turned toward the brightly lit, crowded VIP room on the second floor.

The VIP room’s massive floor-to-ceiling glass wall, originally intended to showcase its exclusivity and offer a panoramic view, now served as a giant fishbowl, clearly displaying the escalating conflict and tense standoff to everyone below.

Curious, astonished, and eager-for-drama gazes converged from all directions, trapping Lin Zhaoyue and Shen Yuan under an inescapable spotlight.

In an instant, the entire bar fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the tense confrontation within the VIP room and the hushed whispers of the crowd outside.

The young master, far from being subdued by the countless eyes fixed on him from below, grew even more smug and arrogant.

He strode to the glass wall, surveying the scene like a king inspecting his domain, then turned leisurely toward Lin Zhaoyue, his tone mocking.

“See that, Miss Lin? Don’t forget whose territory this is! Your family’s name doesn’t carry much weight here.”

Another man’s gaze bypassed Lin Zhaoyue, locking onto Shen Yuan, whom she was shielding behind her.

“But Miss Lin, we don’t want to antagonize you. We have only one demand—”

“She stays here!”