Chapter 83 Working Overtime is Dangerous

Cheng Zheng naturally stayed behind with Xin Que to work overtime.

He was a special assistant, and the boss wasn't the type to be obsessed with women. Based on Luo Huayi's past habits, it was impossible for him to allow himself to be alone with a woman...

He could only wait until Xin Que finished repairing the wound before leaving with her.

Cheng Zheng sighed.

When can I go home and rest today?

He's been busy all afternoon and hasn't eaten yet.

Xin Que originally intended to quit.

But Luo Huayi gave too much.

A job where you can earn tens of thousands of yuan just by fiddling with water pipes...

She looked at the newly made tap in the second bedroom, her eyes shining.

If a single water outlet costs tens of thousands of yuan, wouldn't she become rich overnight if the villa were flooded?

Xin Que sighed.

Unfortunately, she's currently at the male lead's house, and deliberately creating an accident would only drag her into the plot.

Luo Huayi dared not continue taking a bath.

He now has a phobia of any room that involves water.

After quickly wiping herself off, Luo Huayi immediately locked the bedroom door and went to search for that melodramatic novel.

Given the absurd situation at the villa, he was both afraid that Xin Que would leave and afraid that she wouldn't.

He was afraid she would leave because the plot was so cruel that the water pipes in his room burst twice in order to make them bump into each other.

Moreover, it seems that only her repair method is effective.

The reason they were worried Xin Que wouldn't leave was because the plot space didn't follow the usual rules; what if, while they were repairing, the two of them got pulled back into the plot space...

Luo Huayi sighed.

When will I finally be able to completely escape this life where I'm controlled by the plot?!

Luo Huayi found a pirated website surrounded by small advertisements and quickly scanned the pages to find the plot point they were currently at.

The plot has been partially adjusted.

All of these details match the real-life incident involving Ji Chen and Song Wenxian.

Luo Huayi was already used to it, and he quickly scrolled down...

etc! ! !

Luo Huayi's pupils trembled.

The cell phone signal indicator in the upper right corner has, without my noticing, turned into a bright red "x".

Luo Huayi's vision went black.

"Miss Xin," Cheng Zheng felt like he was about to faint from hunger, but he forced himself to maintain his composure, leaned against the door frame to get up, and asked Xin Que in the bathroom, "Have you eaten?"

"I'll go buy some things. What would you like to eat? I'll bring it back for you."

Xin Que was squatting in the puddle, busy fixing the water pipes. The hissing and splashing sound blocked out many other noises, and she could only hear Cheng Zheng clearly after he raised his voice, "No need, I'm not hungry..."

"Alright." Xin Que stood up and looked at Cheng Zheng, who was helping her at the door. Although both of them were wearing disposable raincoats, it was of little use in the pouring water, and they were still mostly soaked.

"That should work." Xin Que stepped through the puddles, picked up her toolbox, and walked outside.

Cheng Zheng's eyes lit up, and he jumped up, feeling dizzy from low blood sugar.

But that couldn't stop him from leaving.

Finally... I'm off work!!!

The dazzling array of night markets had already appeared in his mind.

Cheng Zheng felt that even the wind was gentle when he followed Xin Que out of the entrance hall.

Xin Que was pondering how much she could earn by selling her equipment secondhand, completely oblivious to Cheng Zheng's elation.

After stepping out the door, Cheng Zheng didn't notice and bumped into Xin Que's back.

Standing in the entryway, Xin Que finally understood where the plot was waiting for her.

Cheng Zheng touched his chin, which had been bumped, and asked, "What happened so suddenly..."

When Cheng Zheng looked up, his pupils dilated in shock at the entrance of the boss's house.

In this villa, which is like a Möbius strip from which one cannot escape, all abstract fears are made concrete.

"Bump..." Cheng Zheng didn't know if he was starving or scared out of his wits by being trapped in a maze. His eyes rolled back and he fell headfirst onto Xin Que.

Xin Que "..."

Huh, what's going on this time? There's an extra character involved.

As soon as Luo Huayi opened the door and stepped out of the master bedroom, she saw Cheng Zheng lying unconscious at Xin Que's feet at the bottom of the stairs, sleeping peacefully.

Luo Huayi: "!!!"

"What did you do to Cheng Zheng?!" Luo Huayi was horrified. In his eyes, the scene was just like Xin Que knocking Cheng Zheng unconscious and then killing him and disposing of the body.

He didn't have time to think; he rushed down the stairs in three strides, yelling, "I'm warning you—"

It turns out that wet slippers are indeed very slippery.

When the slipper slipped onto Luo Huayi's ankle again, Luo Huayi felt as if something had broken once more.

It was completely shattered.

It can't be about dignity, can it...?

Xin Que stood still, looking down at her boss and subordinate who had knocked her unconscious, lost in thought.

If only her opponents could be like those two.

Cheng Zheng had just woken up when he saw Luo Huayi lying peacefully unconscious on the floor not far away, a large bump on her head. He immediately glared angrily at Xin Que, who was in the living room and seemed to be the culprit, "You did this to..."

Xin Que was standing by the coffee table, peeling an apple with her head down. Upon hearing this, she didn't even look up. She twirled the chef's knife in her hand, the blade flashing in the white light of the overhead lamp.

Cheng Zheng shuddered and wisely shut his mouth.

"How could this be?!" Cheng Zheng covered his bruised forehead, staring in shock at the surveillance footage on the computer.

He really didn't want to admit it, but the person who fell down the stairs and knocked himself unconscious in the surveillance footage was Luo Huayi.

The slipper on the boss's ankle looked like a watermark.

Xin Que took a bite of the apple with a "crunch," crossed her legs, and looked completely unfazed. "You'll get used to it."

Cheng Zheng "..."

So what his boss said about the many times he and Xin Que encountered "ghost walls" was true.

Cheng Zheng was not giving up. Just like Xin Que and Luo Huayi had done before, he repeatedly climbed out of the window, trying to find a way to leave the villa.

Xin Que has already started peeling the second apple.

Cheng Zheng suffered a mental breakdown, collapsing onto the single sofa next to Xin Que, utterly devastated. "What evil spirits did I attract? Why am I stuck in this ghostly maze?!"

Xin Que sighed and threw the fruit peel in front of her into the trash can. "From a scientific point of view, it's probably just because you have a role in this tragic story."

Cheng Zheng: "???"

He couldn't hear Xin Que mention the tragic plot of the novel. "What did you say?"

Xin Que stopped talking nonsense.

Therefore, Cheng Zheng is merely a tool pulled into the plot space, while Luo Huayi, who awakens her will but still has to follow the plot, is in a different situation.

Xin Que glanced at the "no signal" message on her phone, frowned, and then continued munching on her apple.

There were no plot hints this time either, what a waste.

The plot had long since changed beyond recognition, and she couldn't guess what role Cheng Zheng was playing here.

Cheng Zheng struggled with his hair for a long time, going crazy.

But the villa space remained completely unchanged.

After what seemed like an eternity, Luo Huayi's eyelids twitched.

His head was throbbing with pain, and the glaring light stung his eyes.

He slowly opened his eyes and realized that he was lying face down in front of the stairs.

Luo Huayi struggled to turn over and seemed to hear some noise from the open-plan restaurant next door.

Rubbing her eyes and barely focusing her blurry vision, Luo Huayi looked in the direction of the sound.

They met eyes with Cheng Zheng and Xin Que, who were sitting at the table with bowls of rice.