After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 6

Shen Yuan stepped out of her room and immediately saw Lin Zhaoyue sitting on the sofa.

Lin Zhaoyue was wearing a loose white T-shirt and denim shorts that revealed her long, slender legs. Her hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, giving her a languid and alluring look.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, bathing her in a soft glow that made her look like a painting.

But the subject of this painting was frowning, her gaze complex as she looked at Shen Yuan.

“You’re awake?”

“Mm…” Shen Yuan replied softly, her voice a little hoarse.

Clutching her phone tightly, she said quietly, “I already know.”

Lin Zhaoyue stiffened, her tone strained. “…And then?”

She maintained a calm facade, but her back was drenched in sweat.

Could Shen Yuan have discovered the evidence of my past bullying? Is she about to awaken?!

“And then…”

Before Shen Yuan could finish, a loud ringtone blared.

Her phone was ringing. She glanced down and saw a single word on the screen: “Dad.”

Dad?

Shen Yuan’s brow furrowed slightly.

Having been through so much, Shen Yuan had never heard of having a “dad” and had always believed both her parents were long dead.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhaoyue, though unaware of who was calling, saw it as a perfect opportunity to change the subject. “You should answer the phone first,” she said.

Shen Yuan nodded and pressed the answer button.

“Hello, Dad…”

As soon as Shen Yuan spoke, Shanshan elbowed Lin Zhaoyue’s arm and whispered urgently, “Yueyue, it sounds like that gambling addict father! Shen Jinbing!”

Lin Zhaoyue: ?

Shen what Bing?

Prompted by the System, memories of this character flashed through Lin Zhaoyue’s mind.

Shen Yuan’s father, Shen Jinbing, was a complete and utter gambling addict.

In the original novel, this character was a true piece of human trash. He had barely worked a day in his life, was addicted to gambling, and was prone to domestic violence.

He had driven Shen Yuan’s mother away, and Shen Yuan herself had suffered countless abuses at his hands throughout her childhood.

Yet, as the pure-hearted, innocent main heroine, Shen Yuan would still work herself to the bone to pay off her gambling addict father’s debts, despite his drinking, smoking, and utter worthlessness.

After all, how could the main heroine’s noble character shine through without the pressures of family and debt?

Hmph… typical old-school romance novel.

“What are you feeding?! You dead girl, where the hell have you been?!”

Her gambling-addicted father’s voice boomed so loudly that even without the speakerphone on, Lin Zhaoyue and Shanshan could hear every word clearly.

“I’ve called you a dozen times! Do I have to drag you home myself?!”

Shen Yuan frowned, baffled by the call.

She might have lost her memory, but she hadn’t lost her wits. These few words alone were enough to paint a clear picture of her “father’s” character.

“Transfer some money right now! I’m out of smokes. What do you even do all day? All that schooling was a waste!”

Transfer money?

Shen Yuan nearly laughed in anger. She had just checked her WeChat balance—a measly 55.85 yuan.

No way… did some brain-dead idiot actually send this guy money before?

She was about to snap back when she glanced at Lin Zhaoyue beside her.

Lin Zhaoyue’s expression was equally displeased.

An idea flashed through Shen Yuan’s mind.

The words caught in Shen Yuan’s throat, and she swallowed them back. In the next instant, she adopted a pitiful, tearful expression.

“I… I’ve had some trouble here,” she began, sounding utterly helpless. “I’m short on cash right now and can’t transfer any money to you right away.”

“No money? Bullshit! Stop playing dumb with me! You’re working multiple jobs, aren’t you? Are you trying to pocket all the money?!”

Shen Yuan shook her head, her voice trembling with feigned vulnerability. “No, I was in a car accident. I’m still in the hospital… I haven’t been able to work.”

“What?! A car accident?!”

Shen Jinbing’s voice shot up eight octaves, but there was no concern in his tone—only excitement. “Who hit you? Did they pay compensation? How much?!”

“Transfer the compensation money to me immediately! If I don’t have cash, they won’t even let me into the gambling dens anymore!”

“Dad… I really don’t have any money…” Shen Yuan blinked, a few tears clinging to her lashes. “I can’t even afford my medical bills…”

“No money? Then borrow it! Steal it! Sell yourself!” Shen Jinbing roared, his patience completely gone.

“Aren’t you engaged to someone from the Lin Family? If you butter them up, you can get any amount of money you want! Let me tell you, if you don’t transfer the money to me today, you’ll regret it!”

“Tch.”

Lin Zhaoyue couldn’t stand it any longer.

This Female Lead is utterly useless!

Even with amnesia, she’s still so meek and submissive. Where’s that shameless, thick-skinned attitude she used when she was going after me?

That’s why she hated these White Lotus Female Leads the most.

Shen Yuan continued her pitiful explanations:

“But…”

Before she could continue her excuses, Lin Zhaoyue abruptly stood up, snatched the phone from Shen Yuan’s hand, and roared into the receiver:

“Hey, you old geezer!”

Shen Jinbing paused, startled.

“Who—who are you?!”

“Who am I? I’m the one who hired five burly men to fvck your ass last time. You remember, right? Or do you want to sell yourself again?”

Shanshan: “……”

Miss, even if your words are crude but true, this is way too crude.

“Ugh! You—you!”

Even someone as vulgar as Shen Jinbing had never encountered such sexually objectifying insults. He sputtered incoherently, paralyzed by impotent rage, unable to utter a single coherent word.

Lin Zhaoyue sneered, relentless.

“Why aren’t you talking? Just grunting and groaning—are you busy taking clients right now?”

On the other end of the line, Shen Jinbing was showered with vulgar insults, his entire body trembling with rage.

Damn it… I can’t out-curse this woman!

Shen Jinbing snorted coldly and shifted his target, turning his venomous words back to Shen Yuan:

“You little b1tch! What kind of trashy friends have you been hanging out with? She’s nothing but a shrew! If you keep associating with people like that, you’ll never set foot in this house again!”

Hearing this, Shen Yuan, who had seemed so meek and vulnerable just moments before, underwent an instant transformation. Her deep-set eyes now held the ominous weight of an impending storm.

“You—”

“Ignore him,” Lin Zhaoyue interrupted, stopping Shen Yuan from speaking.

She hadn’t noticed Shen Yuan’s change, still picturing her as the timid pushover who couldn’t even muster a decent retort.

Letting Shen Yuan confront Shen Jinbing? Wouldn’t that just squander the momentum she had so painstakingly regained?

Shen Yuan lowered her lashes, glancing sideways at Lin Zhaoyue—whose radiant face was brimming with excitement.

Looks like my worries were a bit unnecessary after all.

She chuckled inwardly, then reached out to clutch Lin Zhaoyue’s sleeve, adopting a deliberately clingy, submissive posture.

Noticing this, Lin Zhaoyue gently patted Shen Yuan’s hand.

“Leave it to me.”