Chapter 50 Switching Positions

Luo Huayi knew from her previous experience of being led out of the secret room by Xin Que that she was no ordinary person.

After weighing the difference in their experience in dealing with such paranormal events, Luo Huayi decisively chose to believe Xin Que.

Xin Que climbed onto the handrail, her gaze fixed on the load-bearing rope above the crystal chandelier.

Having calculated the distance Luo Huayi had covered with Song Wenxian and Xin Xin, Xin Que braced herself on the handrail and leaped towards the chandelier.

Unsure whether the knife she carried could cut the load-bearing rope, she grabbed the chandelier and, with all her might, seized the moment when the chandelier swayed violently under its weight and slashed at the load-bearing rope with the knife.

"Bang—crash—"

Luo Huayi couldn't dodge in time, covering her head with her hands to avoid being hit by flying shards, and fell heavily onto the stairs.

Xin Que reacted faster and jumped out just before the rope broke.

The enormous crystal chandelier knocked Song Wenxian and Xin Xin down onto the stairs.

Xin Que stood up, ignoring the two people pressed down by the chandelier, and walked straight to Luo Huayi, "How are you?"

Luo Huayi's body trembled uncontrollably from the pain.

Xin Que noticed that Luo Huayi was acting strangely. Looking down, she saw that his trousers had been torn open by a piece of shard, and a long, sharp shard was embedded in the man's calf.

Blood was everywhere.

Xin Que frowned slightly.

A soft rustling sound came from behind. Xin Que turned around and saw Song Wenxian and Xin Xin being pressed under the chandelier.

Both of them were covered in bloody cuts from the shards, and even though they were pinned under the chandelier, they were still writhing and struggling to crawl toward Luo Huayi and Xin Que.

Xin Xin's contorted face twisted into a sinister smile as she chuckled mockingly at the man cowering behind Xin Que. "Sister, look, even if you fall like this, nobody will believe you... Hahahaha..."

Xin Que was taken aback.

Song Wenxian's face was filled with anger, her eyes wide as she glared at Luo Huayi. "You'll stop at nothing to frame Xinxin! Do you think I'll believe you just because you faked all these injuries?!"

"Stop pretending! You slut!"

Xin Que looked at Luo Huayi, whose consciousness was gradually fading due to the pain, with a complicated expression.

Did these two supporting characters mistake Luo Huayi for her?

She then thought of the two words "plot" that Luo Huayi had uttered.

It was because he kept creating unexpected events in the plot that the story deviated from its intended course;

Or is it because Luo Huayi is no longer the Luo Huayi in the story, causing the story to start attacking him by any means necessary?

Xin Que had a headache.

Looking around, all I could see was an endless staircase.

She sat down next to Luo Huayi, trying to regain her strength while observing the two erratic supporting characters.

Ultimately, she realized that Luo Huayi had indeed been forced to walk a part of the story that Xin Xin had framed her for.

“Framed…injured…” Xin Que frowned, thinking about how to escape this plot.

In angst novels, what happens after the female protagonist is pushed down the stairs and injured?

What kind of plot should it be?

Xin Que asked uncertainly, "Was it clearly Xin Que who directed and acted this herself?"

A slight tremor came from the stairs beneath me.

Xin Que “......”

She glanced at the man huddled on the stairs beside her, her face expressionless and curt, "Even if you're injured, it's your own fault. You should stay in your room and reflect on your actions, ha."

The staircase collapsed in an instant.

Xin Que felt a sudden emptiness beneath her and plummeted downwards. Turning her head, she saw Luo Huayi falling with her.

"Bang!"

Xin Que jumped up from the carpet.

They haven't gone out yet.

She glanced around at the decor and the large bed beside her; it looked like someone's bedroom.

Xin Que shifted her gaze to Luo Huayi, who was standing to the side.

Luo Huayi's consciousness was in a state of confusion, and Xin Xin and Song Wenxian's voices were imprinted on Luo Huayi's brain like needles.

In a daze, he noticed that his field of vision had lowered considerably.

He seemed to be standing at the top of a staircase, with Xin Xin's ferocious threat behind him. Before he could react, he was pushed heavily down the stairs by a pair of hands.

Luo Huayi tried to speak, but her body felt like it didn't belong to her; all she could hear was the woman's screams.

His limbs were twisted and he was paralyzed at the corner. Then he saw Xin Xin leading some people over.

He couldn't see their faces clearly, but he knew they were pointing and whispering, "What happened to your sister?"

"Who could fall and tear their skirt like that...and then they'd be completely exposed..."

The sharp pain in his calf intertwined with these absurd storylines, gradually eroding his reason, and Luo Huayi's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

A familiar figure seemed to be walking towards me.

Luo Huayi's eyes were already somewhat unfocused. He noticed that the light above his head was being covered by someone's figure. His eyes moved, and he tried to focus his gaze on the person walking out of the crowd.

I couldn't make out that face at all.

But the man's gentle voice was all too familiar to her.

The man reached out his hand to him, "Are you alright?"

It was Luo Huayi's own voice.

He struggled to get his brain working.

So, he is now... experiencing what the female lead is experiencing?

Luo Huayi gave him a very friendly smile and said, "I'll take you back."

"Don't be afraid of them... I..."

Luo Huayi finally found his voice. He moved his lips, and despite the sharp pain in his calf, his voice was hoarse as he spoke, "Get out."

Luo Huayi's smile froze. His patience wore thin, and his face quickly darkened. "Don't push your luck..."

With cold sweat beading on his forehead and his pale lips slightly parted, Luo Huayi slowly uttered a sentence, "Are you playing your father?"

The fake Luo Huayi was like a clown whose mask had been torn off, and he was completely enraged.

Just as the slap was about to land on his face, a sharp, excruciating pain suddenly shot through his calf.

"Ugh!!!" Luo Huayi suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, as if she had just been pulled out of the water, her back soaked with cold sweat.

Xin Que grabbed his ankle, which was about to react.

“I advise you to behave yourself,” Xin Que said without looking up, her hands still wrapping bandages around Luo Huayi. “If you injure your hamstring, you’ll be crippled for life.”

There were thin, blood-stained fragments at Luo Huayi's legs.

It wasn't until Xin Que secured the bandages and stood up that Luo Huayi realized she and Xin Que had left the staircase.

"I..." Luo Huayi had a terrible headache. He tried to sit up, but the movement aggravated the injury on his calf, so he had to give up. "Am I... at home?"

Xin Que sat down on the sofa chair next to her. "Is this your home?"

Are you sure you should be at home right now?

Luo Huayi finally came to her senses. "Is this also a story space?"