After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 47

Today’s Shen Yuan was completely different from the woman who had worn plain hospital gowns or even her slightly oversized pajamas.

She was now dressed in a champagne-gold silk slip dress, the fabric shimmering softly in the sunlight, perfectly accentuating her slender, graceful figure. Delicate straps draped over her rounded shoulders, revealing expanses of smooth, fair skin and her exquisitely defined collarbones. The hem of the dress, which fell just above mid-thigh, fluttered gently in the sea breeze, revealing a pair of long, slender, bare legs.

She seemed to be wearing light makeup today, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, a few strands dancing in the sea breeze and brushing against her graceful neck. The overall effect was… radiant, captivating, and exuding an unapologetic, almost deliberate sensuality.

Lin Zhaoyue’s throat tightened. She instinctively averted her gaze, but the tips of her ears flushed crimson.

Wait… where did she get the money to buy such a dress?

The thought flashed through her mind before she realized her own reaction.

Oh, right, I transferred her money yesterday… but she wouldn’t use her life-saving funds to buy something like this…

This dress was clearly designed to seduce her!

Shen Yuan naturally noticed Lin Zhaoyue’s momentary pause and unnatural gaze.

Shen Yuan smirked inwardly, pretending not to notice the fleeting look of admiration that had flashed across Lin Zhaoyue’s eyes.

After all, she had deliberately used her savings—now converted into her “wife fund”—to rush to the nearby mall and pick out this dress, specifically chosen to accentuate her figure.

What’s more, while waiting for the plane, she had secretly adjusted the straps against the reflective glass several times, ensuring the neckline hovered perfectly at the edge of sexy without being vulgar.

Just you wait, I’ll have you completely mesmerized.

Shen Yuan felt a smug satisfaction. As her pride swelled, her gaze shifted to Lin Zhaoyue.

Hmm?

Zhaoyue’s outfit today is… odd.

Lin Zhaoyue was wearing a long, black sun-protective jacket that looked stiflingly opaque, zipped up tightly to cover her from neck to wrists.

The hem of the sun-protective jacket reached almost to her knees, leaving only a glimpse of her smooth lower legs visible. It seemed she was wearing a short skirt or shorts underneath.

This…

Shen Yuan blinked, observing Lin Zhaoyue’s “heavily guarded” attire, which seemed utterly out of place in the seaside city. Feeling the scorching sun overhead, she couldn’t help but ask:

“Zhaoyue, it’s quite hot today… Aren’t you uncomfortable wearing so much?”

Lin Zhaoyue reacted as if her tail had been stepped on, nearly jumping out of her skin.

“Not at all!” she retorted instinctively, her voice betraying her nervousness with a slight stutter.

“Hahaha, this… this is the latest design from a top-tier designer brand. It has a built-in air-conditioning effect.”

She stiffened her neck, trying to project confidence to conceal the fine beads of sweat already forming on her forehead.

The long black sun-protective jacket now felt like a portable sauna, clinging tightly to her and making her skin burn.

If only I’d known not to choose this!

Lin Zhaoyue regretted her impulsive decision a thousand times over. She had grabbed the first jacket she could find, unable to face the situation directly.

“…Oh, I see. Zhaoyue, you’re amazing,” Shen Yuan said, nodding with feigned understanding. Her tone was sincere, as if she completely believed Lin Zhaoyue’s ridiculous story. At the same time, her gaze lingered on Lin Zhaoyue’s slightly damp temples, deliberately offering an out:

“But I’m feeling a bit warm. Maybe I rushed over here too quickly.”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently fanned herself with the back of her pale hand. The champagne-gold slip dress swayed with her movements, accentuating her radiant skin and delicate collarbones.

That casual display of allure made Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skip another beat.

“I checked—there’s a highly-rated dessert shop nearby. Why don’t we go sit down and cool off with some ice cream?”

Ice cream!

It was as if someone had handed her a pillow the moment she felt sleepy. If the temperature didn’t drop soon, she was going to spontaneously combust in this black sauna suit.

Lin Zhaoyue nodded almost immediately.

“Sure.”

Her agreement was unusually swift.

Shen Yuan’s eyes curved into an even sweeter smile, but then she tilted her head with a hint of curiosity, studying Lin Zhaoyue.

“Zhaoyue, you seem… a little different today?”

Lin Zhaoyue’s heart skipped a beat. She nearly panicked, thinking she’d slipped up again, but then she remembered the System’s announcement that the Will of the World had temporarily suspended monitoring, and she relaxed slightly.

“Oh? How am I different?”

Shen Yuan pondered for a moment, then said earnestly, “Hmm… you don’t seem as prickly today? Like a hedgehog that feels safe or recognizes a familiar scent, it’ll flatten its quills so they don’t prick you.”

Lin Zhaoyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, of course, she thought. Without that damned Will of the World looming over me with its electric baton, who’d want to keep up that sour face all the time?

But outwardly, she deliberately raised an eyebrow, her expression ambiguous, and countered, “So you preferred me the way I was before?”

“No way!” Shen Yuan shook her head vigorously, her eyes sincere and fervent. “I love you no matter what.”

Her tone suggested that even if Lin Zhaoyue transformed into Godzilla, Shen Yuan would still find a way to say, “This Godzilla is even more handsome than the others.”

Lin Zhaoyue closed her eyes. Despite Shen Yuan’s numerous confessions, she still couldn’t get used to them.

Under the blazing sun, the two quickly reached the dessert shop.

Lin Zhaoyue immediately sat down under the air conditioning. Shen Yuan considerately asked, “What do you want? I’ll go order.”

“Mango parfait,” Lin Zhaoyue replied.

Shen Yuan got up to place the order, leaving her phone on the table.

Lin Zhaoyue lowered her head to type. She hadn’t checked in with the villainess’s clique for days, and the group’s followers were all asking where she’d been.

Shanshan—her loyal best friend and hype woman—was currently responding in the group chat:

Shanshan: Yueyue, you know how it is. Her status is different from ours. She’s always dealing with things ordinary people like us can’t even imagine. That’s a world we’ll never be a part of—it’s too far removed.

The other followers chimed in with understanding: “Oh, oh, oh!”

Lin Zhaoyue: “……”

She couldn’t bear to look, much less reply.

Just then, a new WeChat notification popped up at the top of her screen.

The sender’s name made her brow furrow instinctively:

Lin Wangba

If this guy hadn’t been causing her so much trouble lately, she might have forgotten about him entirely.

What did this persistent pest want now?