After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 35

It was Zhang Wei.

Worried about her amnesiac best friend, Zhang Wei had secretly followed Shen Yuan to the bar.

She had intended to observe from the shadows, ensuring Shen Yuan wouldn’t be bullied too badly by Lin Zhaoyue. But shortly after entering, she witnessed the sudden chaos erupting from the VIP room upstairs. When a dozen rough-looking thugs stormed in, Zhang Wei instinctively pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed the emergency number.

Before she could explain the situation to the police, Lin Zhaoyue’s bodyguards swarmed in, swiftly restoring order.

This left Zhang Wei even more stunned.

She never imagined Lin Zhaoyue would directly confront those Young Masters for Shen Yuan’s sake.

She recognized them—their families were influential figures in the region, with close ties and business dealings with the Lin Family.

Even if Lin Zhaoyue was the favored daughter, she would likely face reprimand from the Lin Family elders afterward.

And all this for Shen Yuan?

This… was completely different from the cruel Young Miss Zhang Wei remembered, the one who used to bully Shen Yuan relentlessly!

Could Lin Zhaoyue have genuinely changed after Shen Yuan lost her memory?

Or was there some hidden truth between them that Zhang Wei didn’t know?

Zhang Wei’s mind was in complete disarray.

Meanwhile, in the VIP room upstairs…

Lin Zhaoyue watched the three Young Masters, who had been so arrogant moments ago, now kneeling on the ground, trembling like leaves in a storm. A great weight lifted from her heart.

So, they only understand what a villainess is when you get your hands dirty.

She slightly relaxed her tense shoulders, enduring the sharp, throbbing pain radiating from her body. Just as she was about to signal her bodyguards to deal with the men and take Shen Yuan away from this foul place—

“Damn you! I’ll take you down with me—!”

A hoarse, violent roar erupted from the side, filled with a desperate, self-destructive frenzy.

Lin Zhaoyue’s pupils constricted as she whipped her head toward the sound.

She saw one of the thugs, who had been beaten down by the bodyguards and curled up in a corner, had somehow struggled to his feet.

In his hand was a broken beer bottle, its jagged shards glinting menacingly in the dim light.

His target—Shen Yuan, who stood beside Lin Zhaoyue, inexplicably frozen in place since the beginning.

“Watch out!”

Reacting almost instantly, Lin Zhaoyue instinctively tried to shove Shen Yuan out of the way.

But—it was too late.

Though the nearest bodyguards reacted immediately, their highest priority was clearly to pull Lin Zhaoyue away first.

Lin Zhaoyue watched helplessly as Shen Yuan moved further away in her field of vision, her outstretched hand still hanging in mid-air.

The thug moved with the ferocity of a cornered beast, reeking of alcohol, and lunged at Shen Yuan in the blink of an eye.

Shen Yuan had no time to react, barely registering what was happening before the massive force slammed into her, sending her staggering backward.

“Ugh!”

She gasped, losing her balance and crashing straight into a nearby low table.

Bang!

A dull, heavy thud echoed through the room.

The back of Shen Yuan’s head slammed brutally against the hard, icy edge of the tea table.

The impact was so violent that the table shuddered, sending wine glasses and ashtrays crashing to the floor.

“Hiss…!”

Only when the searing pain shot through the back of her head did Shen Yuan snap out of her dazed state. She let out a sharp cry of pain and collapsed limply to the ground.

Meanwhile, the thug hadn’t even had time to make his next move before the bodyguards, now fully alert, pinned him down.

One bodyguard twisted Shen Yuan’s arm behind her back, while another delivered a swift punch to her forehead. The thug didn’t even groan; her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

“…Idiot! You’re asking for death!”

The gang members kneeling on the ground watched in horror, their souls nearly leaving their bodies.

They never imagined their subordinate would dare attack Shen Yuan at such a critical moment! If Lin Zhaoyue held them accountable…

“Miss Lin, this has nothing to do with us! She went crazy on her own—we had nothing to do with it! Please don’t blame us!”

The men scrambled to distance themselves, their voices trembling uncontrollably.

But Lin Zhaoyue heard nothing.

In her world, only Shen Yuan’s collapsing figure and the sickening thud of her fall remained.

The icy composure she had maintained moments ago shattered instantly, and a tidal wave of panic completely overwhelmed her.

“…Shen Yuan!”

Forgetting the searing pain still coursing through her body, she lunged forward and knelt beside Shen Yuan.

“Shen Yuan! Shen Yuan, are you okay?! Wake up!”

Ignoring the shards of glass scattered across the floor, Lin Zhaoyue carefully lifted Shen Yuan and cradled her in her arms.

Shen Yuan’s eyes were tightly shut, her face pale. Strands of hair clung to her forehead, damp with cold sweat, and her once-rosy lips had lost all color.

Lin Zhaoyue’s hand trembled as she gently reached out to touch the back of Shen Yuan’s head, where she had hit it. Her fingertips came away with a warm, sticky sensation.

Bl00d!

The realization struck her like a bullet, shattering the last vestiges of her composure.

No… not again… not because of me…

Last time, Shen Yuan had nearly drowned. This time…

Was everything she had done only making things worse?

In that moment, Lin Zhaoyue began to regret her actions.

Regret that she had insisted on defying the predetermined course of events.

“…What are you all standing around for?!”

She whirled around, her voice sharp and desperate as she barked at the nearest bodyguards.

“Call an ambulance! Now! Didn’t you hear me?!”

Her voice, distorted by panic, carried a tremor she hadn’t even realized was there.

“And another thing! Does anyone here know first aid?! Come check on her! Stop the bleeding! Find a way to stop the bleeding, now!”

The bodyguards were stunned by their young miss’s unprecedented loss of composure, but their ingrained training kicked in immediately. One immediately pulled out his phone to call for emergency services, while another rushed off to gather gauze for stopping the bleeding.

Lin Zhaoyue pressed one hand firmly over Shen Yuan’s profusely bleeding wound, while her other hand gripped Shen Yuan’s wrist, checking her pulse. Her anxious gaze darted around, searching for anything else that might help.

The next moment—

Slap!

A sharp, clear sound rang out.

An icy hand, radiating undisguised disgust, forcefully slapped Lin Zhaoyue’s hand away.

Caught off guard, Lin Zhaoyue’s hand went numb from the impact.

But what truly shook her to her core was this sudden, hostile act.

She froze, slowly lowering her head in disbelief to look at the owner of the hand that had struck her.

“Miss Lin, what exactly are you trying to do?”

Shen Yuan had opened her eyes without anyone noticing.