After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 37

Lin Zhaoyue stared blankly in the direction Shen Yuan had left, her gaze lingering until the figure disappeared completely. Only then did she slowly withdraw her gaze.

A gaping hole seemed to have opened in her chest, leaving her hollow and exposed to the biting wind that whistled through the void.

The once-raucous private room was now silent, save for the few remaining bodyguards and the groaning, pleading figures sprawled on the floor.

Lin Zhaoyue took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the bitter ache in her heart.

She strode over to the three Young Masters kneeling on the ground, her gaze sweeping down upon them.

“Clean up this mess yourselves. Settle Shen Yuan’s wages in full, without a single cent missing. And…”

She paused, her eyes sweeping across their terrified faces.

“I don’t want to hear a single word about tonight’s events. If I find out anyone has been gossiping…”

She left the threat unfinished, but the menace in her eyes was unmistakable.

“Yes! Yes! We understand! Absolutely! We’ll keep our mouths shut!”

The three men nodded and bowed like chickens pecking at grain, terrified that a moment’s hesitation would see them dragged out and drowned at sea.

Lin Zhaoyue spared them no further glances, turning to the captain of her bodyguards.

“Keep an eye on them until they’ve cleaned up this mess. Also, find out who hired that thug who attacked Shen Yuan. I want every detail.”

“Yes, Young Miss.”

After giving her instructions, Lin Zhaoyue felt her physical strength almost completely drained.

She waved her hand, signaling her bodyguards to escort her away.

Stepping out of the bar, the cool night air washed over her, slightly easing the burning pain inside her and the agitation in her heart.

Settling into the back seat of the Maybach parked by the roadside, Lin Zhaoyue leaned back wearily and closed her eyes.

Lin Zhaoyue: System, is that plot point over now?

System: Yes, Host. The Will of the World has ceased its punishment…

The System paused.

What it didn’t mention was that, for some unknown reason, the Will of the World had not only stopped punishing them but had also entered a dormant state, even ceasing its surveillance.

Lin Zhaoyue: Good. But… do you think something might really happen to Shen Yuan?

After all, the head injury hadn’t been part of the original plot.

System: The Female Lead’s halo will protect her. Uh… but head injuries can have unpredictable consequences.

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart clenched again.

Unpredictable consequences…

The car glided smoothly into the night.

Leaning against the window, Lin Zhaoyue watched the neon lights blur past, but her mind kept replaying Shen Yuan’s cold, resolute gaze as she left, and the glaring crimson stain on the back of her head.

The indescribable, dull ache in her heart felt sharper and more… unbearable than the pain from the System’s electric shocks.

Outside the bar, Zhang Wei paced anxiously by the entrance. When she saw Shen Yuan stagger out, she rushed forward to support her.

A strong, metallic scent of bl00d hit her, making her heart clench.

“Xiao Yuan, you’re bleeding! Oh my god, the back of your head…” Zhang Wei’s voice trembled as she carefully lifted Shen Yuan’s damp hair. A gash, not short, oozed bl00d, already staining Shen Yuan’s collar crimson.

Shen Yuan shook her head slightly, forcing a weak smile. “I’m fine, Weiwei.”

“Fine?! You’re bleeding!” Zhang Wei’s heart pounded at the sight of the bl00d. “No, we need to get you to a hospital right away!”

She tried to guide Shen Yuan toward the roadside to hail a taxi. After a few steps, she suddenly remembered something and turned back to look at the bar entrance, frowning in confusion.

“Wait, where’s Lin Zhaoyue? Why didn’t she come out with you?”

Hearing Zhang Wei’s question, Shen Yuan frowned, puzzled. “Why would Lin Zhaoyue be with me?”

“Huh?” Zhang Wei blinked, caught off guard. “But aren’t you…?”

Shen Yuan cut her off with a faint, slightly helpless smile. “I’m injured, but don’t you know what kind of person she is? You can’t possibly expect her to take care of me, can you?”

“Uh…” Zhang Wei fell silent.

But… you’ve been shamelessly clinging to her these past few days.

She swallowed the words back.

Hmm… What Shen Yuan probably meant was something like, “I don’t want to trouble someone as precious as her to take care of me”… or something like that.

Maybe she hit her head harder than we thought. She’s talking nonsense.

“You’re right,” Zhang Wei said, suppressing her doubts and tightening her grip on Shen Yuan’s arm. “Let’s forget about her. The most important thing now is getting you to the hospital. Your head injury can’t wait!”

This time, Shen Yuan didn’t resist, nodding slightly. “Okay.”

She could feel her head growing increasingly dizzy, and her vision was darkening. Trying to tough it out wouldn’t work.

Zhang Wei supported Shen Yuan, hurrying her to the roadside where they hailed a taxi.

Once inside the car, Shen Yuan leaned back against the rear seat, finally relaxing her tense body. Exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave.

“Xiao Yuan, just hang in there a little longer. We’ll be at the hospital soon,” Zhang Wei reassured her. “The doctor will examine you, treat your wounds, and after a good night’s rest, you’ll be fine.”

Shen Yuan closed her eyes and murmured a faint “Mhm.”

The dull ache at the back of her head persisted, leaving her entire head feeling heavy and muddled, as if stuffed with damp cotton.

“Oh, right,” Zhang Wei said, as if remembering something. “What about your part-time jobs and tomorrow’s shift at the bubble tea shop? Should I call in sick for you? You definitely can’t go in this state.”

The mention of work roused Shen Yuan’s consciousness slightly. She did need to inform her employers; she couldn’t just skip work without notice.

“It’s okay, Weiwei,” she said, her voice still weak as she struggled to sit up a little straighter. “I’ll handle it myself. I can’t keep relying on you for everything…”

As she spoke, she pulled her old, cracked-screen phone from her pocket.

Amidst the chaos at the bar earlier and being dragged around by Lin Zhaoyue afterward, Shen Yuan hadn’t had a chance to check her phone.

Her fingertips felt slightly cold as she pressed the power button, illuminating the screen.

A faint glow filled the room, revealing her lock screen wallpaper.

It was unmistakably the photo of her using her mouth to remove Lin Zhaoyue’s stockings.

Shen Yuan: ?!

No way…

She remembered this photo clearly. It had been taken the night before the car accident, in the luxurious hotel suite, during one of Lin Zhaoyue’s twisted humiliations.

At the time, Lin Zhaoyue had forced her to save it, saying it would “remind her of her place.”

Such incidents had occurred countless times. Shen Yuan had planned to delete the photo the next day, but then the accident happened.

But now—why was it her lock screen wallpaper?!

Could Lin Zhaoyue have forced her to change it during her amnesia?

Heh, what kind of pervert would even think of using such a photo as a screensaver?

Shen Yuan felt utter contempt.

“Hmm? Xiao Yuan, what are you looking at?”