After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 5

In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhaoyue slipped out of Shen Yuan’s arms like an eel into the sea, her feet gliding smoothly across the floor as she slid several meters away.

Shen Yuan: ?

“Haha, I should get back now,” Lin Zhaoyue said, retreating toward the door.

“Don’t go…” Shen Yuan reached out to her.

But as she took only a few steps forward, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her.

The concussion hadn’t fully healed. The emotional turmoil and abrupt movement caused her vision to darken, and her legs gave way beneath her.

With a soft thud, she collapsed to the ground.

Lin Zhaoyue: ???

This has to be a deliberate attempt to scam me!

Another heart-stopping rescue ensued.

In the ICU, only the rhythmic beeping of medical instruments filled the silence.

Lin Zhaoyue sat huddled on a bench in the corridor, enduring a double scolding from Xiao Zhang and the nurse.

“Miss Lin, Miss Lin, please, just let our pure and kind Xiao Yuan have some peace!” Xiao Zhang said, pressing a hand to his forehead.

Lin Zhaoyue’s face flushed crimson. She desperately wanted to point her finger at Xiao Zhang and shout, “Do you even know how your ‘pure and kind’ Shen Yuan just laid hands on me?!”

The nurse nodded in agreement. “Exactly, Miss Lin. You wouldn’t want Miss Shen to find out you were the one who hit her with your car, would you?”

“……”

“So, when the patient wakes up, explain things calmly and go along with her a little, okay?”

Remembering her original, inevitable fate of death, Lin Zhaoyue could only swallow her humiliation and nod fiercely.

By afternoon, Shen Yuan still hadn’t woken up.

Leveraging her status as the eldest daughter of the Lin Family and her financial clout, Lin Zhaoyue secured her a VIP hospital suite.

The hospital suite was indistinguishable from a presidential suite in a luxury hotel.

Shen Yuan rested quietly in the bedroom, while Lin Zhaoyue waited in the living room, bored and restless. She absentmindedly scrolled through short videos.

“On my birthday, my boyfriend held his ‘white moonlight’ and broke up with me in front of everyone…”

“…Did your hands just grow? One slap for each of you.”

“After my 100th failed attempt to win him over, I decided to die in front of him.”

“…I suggest we add ‘brain rot’ to health insurance.”

“My childhood friend secretly loved me his whole life. Only on the day I died did he hold my corpse and confess…”

“…Why didn’t you go to early childhood education classes to learn how to talk?”

Lin Zhaoyue was utterly distracted, feeling the same anxiety as the last day of summer vacation when you haven’t finished your homework—the carefree relaxation had morphed into tense restlessness. Even her patience for scrolling through short videos was wearing thin; she swiped past videos after only a few seconds, terrified of seeing anything brain-rotting that might pollute her mind.

Lin Zhaoyue mentally exhausted herself for an hour until Shanshan came to visit her at the hospital.

Shanshan—the villainess’s best friend, often referred to in novels as the villainess’s “fox friends and dog companions.”

Her usual role was to spearhead the villainess’s schemes or act as the hype woman during confrontations, using exaggerated praise to highlight the villainess’s “brilliance” and “irresistible charm.”

For example, on the day Lin Zhaoyue deliberately dropped birthday cake on her leg, Shanshan had chimed in:

“Our Yueyue is such a little scatterbrain! Quick, Shen Yuan, you’re so lucky! A girl as perfect as Yueyue has legs that smell sweet—so many people would kill for this chance!”

“……”

Recalling this memory made Lin Zhaoyue want to flee the planet.

“What exactly happened?” Shanshan asked, her voice hushed.

She glanced in shock at Shen Yuan, who was lying in the luxurious hospital room’s bedroom, before tiptoeing over to sit beside Lin Zhaoyue.

Lin Zhaoyue recounted the entire story from beginning to end.

“So you’re saying Shen Yuan mistook you for her fiancée, and then you claimed to be her ex-girlfriend who she dumped?” Shanshan asked, her face puzzled. “Aren’t you straight?”

Lin Zhaoyue: “Ah, me?”

Shanshan: “……”

She carefully reviewed Lin Zhaoyue’s romantic history so far—it seemed to consist solely of constantly interfering in other people’s relationships.

“Well, regardless, I’m glad you’re no longer chasing after Brother Turtle. I always thought he was beneath you, Yueyue…” Shanshan hesitated before continuing. “Brother Turtle” was a derogatory nickname the group of Lin Zhaoyue’s close friends used for Lin Wangba in private, something they’d never dared say to his face before. But now that Lin Zhaoyue clearly had no interest in him, it didn’t matter anymore.

“But when you choose someone, you can’t just look at their appearance… uh, or just their inner qualities either… uh, you also have to consider their family background.”

Heh, family background, Lin Zhaoyue thought, calmly closing her eyes, well-versed in the plot.

Once the main heroine’s true identity is revealed—that she’s actually the long-lost daughter of some Old Money family—it’ll be hard to say who’s unworthy of whom.

Shanshan still found it strange.

“Besides, didn’t you used to hate her? You’d go out of your way to make trouble for her eight hundred times a day. How come now…”

“Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!… R-right!”

Remembering her role as the arrogant, domineering, and vicious female antagonist, Lin Zhaoyue crossed her legs and tried to cover up her slip.

“This… you wouldn’t understand. I’m deliberately trying to disgust her. Think about it—the more she loves me now, the more mortified she’ll be when her memories return and she remembers what she’s done during this time. She’ll want to die of shame!”

So that’s it! Shanshan suddenly understood, clasping her hands in admiration.

“Using yourself as bait… truly worthy of you, Yueyue.”

In the bedroom, Shen Yuan slowly regained consciousness.

Her head throbbed, her temples ached, and her little toe throbbed.

Her memories were a chaotic haze, the only clear images being her collapsing on the floor and someone kneeling over her, their heart-wrenching sobs echoing in the air.

And the familiar warmth and touch.

Shen Yuan opened her eyes, her gaze settling on the ceiling.

The luxurious hospital room, with its exquisite furnishings, radiated opulence.

This seemed… beyond the means of someone who worked three jobs a day—farming in the fields at dawn, live-streaming performances in the afternoon, and selling roasted chestnuts at a night market.

Laughter and lively conversation drifted from the living room outside, and Shen Yuan could vaguely discern that the topic revolved around her.

Though she had lost her memories, her basic judgment remained intact.

For instance, Lin Zhaoyue’s intense aversion to her.

The woman recoiled from Shen Yuan’s touch as if struck by lightning, her face contorted in agony.

This bewildered Shen Yuan.

If they had truly been fiancées, even deeply in love, why would Lin Zhaoyue react this way?

Could she really be the irredeemable scumbag Lin Zhaoyue claimed?

That’s right.

Shen Yuan’s gaze fell on the bedside table, where a battered old phone lay—presumably hers.

If she and Lin Zhaoyue had been lovers, surely the phone would contain intimate photos from their past.

Shen Yuan picked up the phone, and facial recognition automatically unlocked it.

She tapped open the photo album.