After the Scummy Alpha Lost Her Memory, a Flirty Top Actress Set Her Sights on Her (GL) - Chapter 57

Yan Run had run into her once before—back at the bar where Ji Zhiye had taken her. But back then, she’d lost her memory and didn’t remember a thing.

Now, even if she was reduced to ashes, she would still remember her with absolute clarity.

Before this, Yan Run had already tracked down several staff members responsible for the racing event. The Xu family’s security cameras had been mysteriously destroyed—Láng Feng’s handiwork. The people who had tampered with her car all refused to admit it; no amount of money could make them reveal who had given the order.

What made it worse was that Gu Zhen had gone drinking with Láng Feng, only to discover that Láng Feng refused to drink at all and wouldn’t say a single word about herself.

Left with no leads, Gu Zhen found nothing she could use as evidence.

Yan Run suspected that Láng Feng had somehow learned about her meeting with Gu Zhen.

“Yan Run.”

When she saw Yan Run walking toward her, Láng Feng’s lips curved up in a smile that brought back her old air of wild, careless charm. Her eyes even lit up.

“So now you remember me. Funny—back then, you couldn’t recall a thing.” Láng Feng’s tone carried a faint note of grievance, as if accusing her.

Yan Run let out a cold snort.

Láng Feng’s chest tightened. She asked carefully, “Do you really hate me that much?”

“If you’ve got something to say, say it. I don’t have time to waste on you,” Yan Run stated.

“You were the one who asked me out, which means you wanted to see me.”

Láng Feng turned toward the window. Sunlight poured warmly over the street outside. She spoke softly, “Do you still remember how this was your favorite café, how you always ordered a matcha latte? Every time we played games, I lost, so I’d be the one buying for you.”

Yan Run exhaled. “Don’t bring up the past.”

A trace of sorrow crossed Láng Feng’s face, her voice colored with nostalgia. “Why not? We used to be so close. We’d go to the cafeteria arm in arm. You once brought me imported drinks from overseas. We’d listen to music together on the rooftop—you even told me my singing was the best you’d ever heard. On my birthday, I wished for you to be my best friend forever, and you nodded, telling me you always would be.”

She spoke slowly, each word landing like a stone against Yan Run’s chest. None of it was untrue—but after what had happened, all Yan Run felt was disgust.

“I think you know why I called you here,” Yan Run said.

Láng Feng raised a brow in feigned puzzlement. “Oh? Why? I don’t recall doing anything to you.”

Leaning back in her seat, Yan Run said flatly, “You had someone sabotage my car during the race, causing my crash. And you can still play innocent?”

Láng Feng’s brow furrowed. “Yan Run, we were friends. Why would I ever want to hurt you?”

Her expression twisted with disbelief. “You know the kind of person I am—why would you think I’d harm you?”

“Shut up, Láng Feng! Have you forgotten what you did to me before?” Yan Run’s laugh was laced with incredulity. This woman was nothing but a liar. No matter what she said, Yan Run would never believe her.

“I just didn’t realize you hated me this much,” Yan Run said.

“I do hate you.” Láng Feng suddenly stood, glaring at her. “How could I not? We used to eat together, play games together, even go to the restroom together—have you forgotten all that? And then I made one small mistake, and you completely cut me off, treated me like filth. You have no idea how much your cold eyes hurt me—every moment was agony!”

“But…”

Her eyes shimmered. “I never hurt you. You know we swore we’d be best friends forever.”

Yan Run fell silent.

Láng Feng’s voice trembled. “Yan Run, you have to believe me. I never hurt you… really. Please believe me.”

Yan Run turned her head away. “I will never believe you. What’s waiting for you is the law’s punishment. From the day that happened, I should have despised you. You’re nothing but a selfish bastard—how dare you even call yourself my friend?”

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t help myself.” Láng Feng’s voice carried the weight of regret. “After that day, I’ve lived in guilt every moment. I’ve wanted to apologize to you so many times. I really regret it. Please forgive me… please.”

“You want me to forgive you? On what grounds? First, you instigated Meng Qieyi to drug my wife. Second, you had someone tamper with my car, putting my life at risk. Those are mortal blows. Tell me—how am I supposed to forgive that?”

Yan Run’s glare bored into her. Láng Feng’s striking eyes were now filled with tears.

“I’d never give Meng Qieyi drugs,” Láng Feng shook her head vehemently. “Yes, I know her—she’s always talking about someone she likes. Turns out that someone was your wife. What she did after, I didn’t know.

Did she tell you I put her up to it? That’s impossible. Maybe she framed me to clear her own name!”

She reached for Yan Run’s arm, but Yan Run shoved her hand away.

Láng Feng’s heart twisted in pain. She mumbled, “Yan Run, believe me. I did think about killing you—because you promised to be my friend for life, and I believed you. But then you abandoned me, and I was furious. I had someone take the car away… but I didn’t know they’d put it back again. You have to believe me.”

Yan Run sneered. “Do you think I don’t know what kind of person you are? Why should I believe you?”

Then, without warning, Láng Feng snatched a wine bottle, smashed it, and pressed the jagged glass to her own neck.

Blood welled instantly.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Yan Run shouted.

The café was empty. The lone waiter in the kitchen rushed out at the commotion—only to freeze in horror at the sight of Láng Feng poised to cut her own throat. Startled, she dropped her phone to the floor.

“Why are you doing this?” Yan Run demanded.

Láng Feng’s voice shook with pain. “I told you—I didn’t do it. And since you won’t believe me, this is the only way I can prove it. I’ve never begged anyone for anything, but now I’m begging you—believe me. Let’s go back to how we were. Please?”

Yan Run’s fists clenched. She ignored the words—this woman was far too unpredictable. She’d once pulled a malicious prank on a teacher just for scolding her, hiding terrifying insects in the teacher’s desk until the woman nearly fainted.

How could someone like her ever be innocent? Yan Run should never have gotten involved with her in the first place.

Láng Feng still wouldn’t admit to the sabotage. Her voice was steady, almost solemn: “A-Run, when will you believe me? Do you really need me to die right in front of you?”

Yan Run stared at the Alpha. Blood streaked her neck—and knowing Láng Feng, she might actually go through with it.

She picked up the phone from the floor and placed it on the table in front of the waiter. “Sorry for scaring you,” she said gently.

Then she turned to Láng Feng, her eyes cold with mockery. “Do you think this will make me drop it? Láng Feng… don’t you think I already know exactly what kind of person you are?”

Láng Feng actually laughed. “So you know me that well? I should be honored.”

Yan Run’s teeth clenched. “Just wait. I’ll find the evidence sooner or later.”

Láng Feng watched her leave, reluctant to let her go. Once she was gone, she put the shard of glass aside. The waiter kept quiet, worried her boss would scold her if he saw the mess of wet glass on the floor.

The madwoman didn’t leave. Instead, she sat down and started talking to the waiter. “Before you started working here, I came here with her a lot. Those were the happiest days of my life. She’d insist on paying for me, knew exactly what I liked to drink. She once said we should sit here together for a whole day and night. Silly, right? It’s not even alcohol.

Later, I found out she liked an Omega. Her password was the Omega’s birthday, her photos had shots of that Omega’s profile, even her username was about her. When I realized it, my heart hurt so much. Why wasn’t I an Omega? Then I could’ve been with her openly. Eventually… I just couldn’t hold back anymore.”

And that was when she’d done something stupid—something she now, oddly enough, regretted.
________________________________________

Yan Run returned to her car and immediately called Gu Zhen.

“What is it?” Gu Zhen’s voice was light and lazy.

“You recorded Láng Feng talking to you a long time ago, didn’t you?”

A laugh. “You’re sharper than I thought.”

“You approached her because you heard my name—that means you planned this from the start. What did she say?”

“Second Miss Yan, if I didn’t tell you before, I’m not about to tell you now.”

“So what do you want?”

“I just don’t want your grudge with her ending too quickly.”

Through the phone, Yan Run heard the sound of an airplane taking off.

“You’re at the airport?”

“Yes. I’m flying back to Country M with my sister.”

“Not sure when I’ll be back. Hope we can meet again.”

Before Yan Run could reply, Gu Zhen hung up.

The only piece of evidence remained in Gu Zhen’s hands.

Yan Run sighed—one loose end in an otherwise tight net. Then she noticed a luxury car pulling up outside the café. A butler-like man went in and soon came out, supporting a pale-faced, red-eyed Láng Feng.

Curious, Yan Run followed the car.

The drive was uneventful.

Until they reached the airport.

She watched Láng Feng drag her suitcase inside. Considering Gu Zhen was heading to Country M… could Láng Feng be going there too?