After Being Forced Into a Facial Paralysis, the Villain Said I’m Such a Drama Queen - Chapter 4

The house Sheng Xia rented was relatively cheap, located in an area leaning towards an urban village. The public security in the small alleys was poor, and every time she went back, she had to pass through a pitch-black alleyway.

There was only a single lamp swaying in the middle of the alley, its illumination effect being almost non-existent.

On her way back today, she keenly noticed a heavy sound coming from a corner. The wind blew through the sycamore trees stretching out from the courtyard, and leaves fell all over the ground, making it look very much like a midnight murder and dismemberment scene.

[Why does it feel like I’ve walked onto the wrong movie set? It’s so eerie…]

[I feel the same; I’m so scared a ghost will suddenly jump out.]

As the bullet comments popped up, Sheng Xia couldn’t help but smile. “Shouldn’t I be the one who’s scared?”

She glanced at the light bulb swaying in the wind behind her and wasn’t afraid. “How about I sing a song for you guys?”

[Yes, yes, yes, come on, sing!] Expectations surged in the bullet comments, everyone’s curiosity piqued. Hundreds of sweet songs had already flashed through their minds, but when Sheng Xia opened her mouth to sing, the bullet comments stagnated for a few seconds.

“Just crossed a few mountains, and spanned a few rivers, why are there so many monsters and demons…” Sheng Xia’s voice was very clear, possessing the unique warmth and comfort of a young girl, but it couldn’t withstand the fact that every single word was out of tune.

“…” It was, well, quite unexpected.

However, her singing did indeed make it feel as if a “righteous light” was shining upon the earth.

[Thank you, host, I feel much more relaxed now!]

Having spent several days together, Sheng Xia had become familiar with the ghosts in the live stream. Some were very talkative, and the live room relied on them to stay active.

As she was about to walk out of the alley, the ghosts in the live room relaxed quite a bit. Sheng Xia had a slight smile on her face, but her whole body was tensed up.

Just as she was about to turn the corner, she dodged to the side, took a beer bottle out of her bag, and looked warily at the man panting heavily in front of her.

He was about 183 cm tall. A high-end suit made him look very noble, with deep features; he looked cold and unapproachable, but his eyes were burning as he stared fixedly at Sheng Xia.

“Save me…” His voice was low.

This single sentence immediately made Sheng Xia realize that this was the first meeting between the male and female protagonists in the original text. But this was clearly a plot point from six months later—how could it have been moved up to now?

And…

Sheng Xia touched her face and found that the expression on her face seemed to have been flattened; she wanted to smile but had no way to do so.

She confirmed that this facial paralysis was a passive skill triggered only after meeting a key plot character, and the more screen time the other party had, the more severe the paralysis became.

She could still make some expressions when she met Su Tong before, but now she was completely unable to. Just as Sheng Xia figured this out, the bullet comments swiped in unison:

[Host!! What are you dazing out for? The ‘Maize Muscle’ is pouncing over!]

The ghosts in the live room looked on nervously, worried that the plot’s restraint on Sheng Xia wasn’t just facial paralysis. If her strength was also restrained, wouldn’t her innocence be lost?!

And while Sheng Xia was dazing out, Murong Hanwen had already almost pinned her against the wall.

Did the “Maize Muscle” get close in the end?

No.

Because he was directly knocked to the ground by Sheng Xia with a beer bottle.

However, the drugged CEO didn’t care about this bit of pain at all and stubbornly climbed back up. Sheng Xia looked at his blood-shot eyes and silently took another beer bottle out of her bag.

The ghosts in the live room no longer had the leisure to wonder why Sheng Xia had so many beer bottles in her bag; they were more concerned about whether she would suffer a loss in the face of the plot.

When people are tossed into a small world and become the protagonist, there are pros and cons. The biggest constraint is being easily influenced by the plot. It was said that in another small world, the girl who traveled into the role of Jingwei had been forced to fill the sea for hundreds of years.

[Host, are you okay?] Some ghosts were worried she was being bewitched by the small world and falling into the trap.

“I’m fine.” Sheng Xia moved her wrist and found that the most uncontrollable thing was the expression on her face.

She tried to smile, but her eyes were about to roll back, yet she still looked like a dead fish.

Although the plot moving up was nerve-wracking, Sheng Xia’s choked-up appearance still made the ghosts in the live room laugh out loud.

[Help, hahaha, the host looks like the salted fish hanging in front of my door.] The same expressionless face, the same “lost all hope” vibe.

Seeing that she was unaffected except for becoming facial-paralyzed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If Sheng Xia’s combat power were affected, as she followed the plot losing a kidney today and cutting out a piece of liver tomorrow even an iron-clad Mary Sue wouldn’t be able to stand it.

Sheng Xia didn’t know why the plot had suddenly moved up, but she had things she needed to confirm now.

Looking at the CEO in front of her whose forehead already had a gash, Sheng Xia waited to see what he had to say.

However, even after being hit by Sheng Xia, he still followed the dialogue of the original text: “I will give you money to compensate you.”

Seeing this, Sheng Xia reasonably guessed that even if she “permanently neutralized” the male lead now, the other party would probably only think it was some accident on the way and wouldn’t suspect her.

But Sheng Xia didn’t dare to take the risk and decided to wait and see. Seeing the other party still trying to come over, she directly kicked the CEO, who wanted to take advantage of her, next to the trash can.

After staggering, the CEO stood up. His black suit was stained with filth, and his chisel-like face was as cold as an icicle. He looked at the trash can in front of him; even though he was dizzy, his tone was still unruly: “Woman, be my medicine.”

As he spoke, he was about to lean down for a kiss. Halfway through, his movement paused, his nose twitched, and he directly bent over and vomited. “Ugh! Woman… ugh! You smell so bad!”

“I will compensate you, blegh, blegh!”

Sheng Xia: “…”

Perhaps she had traveled into a silly comedy novel disguised as a tragic angst story?

Seeing Murong Hanwen still stubbornly holding onto the trash can, likely dazed by the drugs and somewhat delirious, Sheng Xia decided to leave.

The alley was dark, and Sheng Xia made sure the other party couldn’t see her face. Finally, she put the beer bottle back in her backpack and walked away.

She didn’t know if Murong Hanwen would be left with a psychological shadow for the rest of his life after waking up, but she didn’t want to watch the male lead go into “heat” toward a trash can anymore.

It was too blinding.

After returning, Sheng Xia Baidu-searched for a photo of Murong Hanwen. She then tried to smile like before, but the corners of her mouth twitched eerily. However, after closing the photo and waiting five minutes, she returned to normal.

It was confirmed: this facial paralysis was selective.

Although the timing of this plot was completely messed up, the order of the plot points had not changed.

Sheng Xia took out a notebook and looked at the timeline on it. Ignoring all the dates, she circled a small plot twist.

The plot that would occur after meeting Murong Hanwen was that the other party would send people everywhere to find his savior. Then this matter would attract the attention of the female supporting character and the villain, who would come directly to find trouble and even make the original host kneel on the ground for a long time without letting her get up.

[Host, why don’t you take a few days off to lie low?]

Although they didn’t know why a CEO in the plot could call so many people to investigate but still fail to find a high school student with no background or power, Sheng Xia had just beaten the man up. Who knew if she would be directly arrested?

Seeing this, Sheng Xia shook her head. “No need. I’ll go to work on time tomorrow. You guys don’t need to worry about me.”

Tomorrow morning, she also had to help Uncle Zhang from the vegetable market deliver vegetables, so she had to go to sleep early.

This month, when Sheng Xia had time in the morning, she would help the uncles and aunties at the vegetable market deliver and sell vegetables to earn some errand money.

Because she was pretty and had a sweet tongue, many people liked to look for her. Although the plot hung over her head like the Sword of Damocles, she could live according to her own wishes during this period, which was already Sheng Xia’s ideal life. She felt very satisfied every day.

When Sheng Xia arrived at the convenience store and was just about to start her shift, a group of men in black suddenly walked in, holding a drawing and comparing it everywhere.

Sheng Xia looked up. She guessed they might be bodyguards by the CEO’s side and nonchalantly moved a crate of beer from under the table.

The man in black stood there and stared at Sheng Xia for a long time. Just when she thought there was going to be a fierce battle, the other party opened the drawing in his hand.

“Have you seen this person?”

The face drawn on it was very square. The body proportions were nine parts torso and one part legs. The eyebrows were in an inverted “eight” shape, looking somewhat fierce.

Sheng Xia: “…”

She suspected the other party might be looking for her, but looking at the woman on the picture who looked like a beer bottle, Sheng Xia’s small face crumpled into a ball, and she fell silent for a moment.

So, is this the reason why the CEO couldn’t find anyone for three months?

He probably broke his brain when she hit him yesterday.

“Eldest Miss, we didn’t make it in time.”

“He was rescued?” The long-haired woman in the wheelchair looked up slightly, her voice somewhat cold.

It seemed she had expected this, so she wasn’t too disappointed. However, when she heard what her subordinate said, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes.

“No, Eldest Miss. Murong Hanwen was stuffed into a trash can by someone for some reason. The pursuers didn’t think of that place at all and ignored it completely.”

Ah Biao took out a photo. The Murong Hanwen in the photo was covered in trash on his clothes and hair; there wasn’t a hint of his previous arrogance.

Lu Wanxing put down the paintbrush in her hand, looking somewhat interested. “Did you find out who did it?”

“Not yet. The Murong family is also investigating, but they have gained nothing.” At this point, Ah Biao’s expression was a bit hard to describe. Then, at Lu Wanxing’s signal, he took out a picture. “This is the photo they are using to find the person.”

Lu Wanxing lowered her eyes and looked at the “neither fish nor fowl” drawing, falling silent. Suddenly, a tickle hit her throat. When she coughed, the red paint on the brush accidentally dripped, falling exactly on the edge of the cage on the drawing paper, looking like a red lock.

Lu Wanxing put the things aside and turned her wheelchair. Her wrists on the silver handrails were slender, and the blue veins were very obvious.

She said indifferently, “Check and see if Murong Hanwen broke his brain.”

Otherwise, why would he be looking for someone using a picture of a beer bottle?

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