Chapter 41: The original plot has been disrupted (1)

"You don't have to worry about me, you can socialize with the other girls and do what you need to do."

“But Mother asked me to accompany you more.”

"No, no, I'll just find a corner and sit by myself for a while."

"But……"

"No but!"

After Wei Ruo finished speaking, she ran away without waiting for Wei Qingwan’s reply.

Wei Qingwan could not catch up with Wei Ruo, she looked gloomy. She did not know what Wei Ruo meant, and she vaguely felt that Wei Ruo really disliked her, so she would avoid her in all kinds of ways.

Wei Ruo did not care about what Wei Qingwan was thinking. After shaking off Wei Qingwan, Wei Ruo started to find her way.

First of all, the meditation room in the back was a place that she must not go to. At this time, the male lead was living in the meditation room at the back mountain of Fahua Temple.

Today, in order to receive the ladies, Fahua Temple did not receive other pilgrims, with the exception of the male lead who lived in the meditation room at the back of the mountain. He had already lived there a few days ago and had a special identity. The temple did not inform Mrs. Qian and the others in advance to keep his secret.

Normally, the meditation room was located on the back mountain, so there was still some distance from the main temple. It was also unlikely that the ladies who come to the temple would come across him.

But the author wanted the female lead and male lead to meet, and then she, as the cannon fodder* female supporting role, played a powerful role in adding the momentum.

*Canon fodder: someone who is sacrificed to benefit the others, someone who is easily disposable.

The original protagonist had lost face in front of the crowd because of her poor performance back then. She felt hurt by them comparing her and Wei Qingwan, who got praised.

Moreover, the original protagonist felt that what Wei Qingwan now had was originally hers, and her anger doubled. So blinded by jealousy and anger, she deliberately took Wei Qingwan to the back of the mountain, intending to find a secluded place to take revenge on her.

Then she was saved by the male lead who stayed in the meditation room at the back of the mountain. The hero rescued a damsel in distress, a pair of ideal lovers, and a beautiful story unfolded.

How about this plot? It could only be said that as a cannon fodder female supporting role, she was still pretty qualified. And the method of revenge was clumsy and weak.

Now, Wei Ruo had two things to do:

One was to avoid Wei Qingwan and not be with her. She would not subjectively harm Wei Qingwan, but just in case the plot would incite the situation, she might as well not even meet her.

The second was to avoid the male lead. In the book, the original protagonist of this body actually died in the hand of the male lead.

As the female lead of Little White Flower*, Wei Qingwan’s image had always been of a soft and kind-hearted woman. But the male lead was not. He never showed mercy to the female supporting partner who tries to harm his sweetheart.

*Little White Flower:  women who are weak, pitiful, beautiful, and tearful on the outside, but actually are strong, sinister, vicious, and scheming women who often gain sympathy and love through their weak appearance.

Wei Ruo walked around, and finally chose to sit down under a ginkgo tree behind the Guanyin Hall.

The trunk of the ginkgo tree was so thick, and even several Wei Ruo could not hug it together. In spring, the ginkgo was covered with green leaves that looked like palm-leaf fans, and they were hanging all over the branches, which were very beautiful.

Wei Ruo sat down with her back against the trunk of the ginkgo tree, and closed her eyes to rest.

The sunshine was just right, the shade under the trees was cool, and the breeze was gentle, making it perfect for a nap.

"What are you doing here alone?"

One question after another forced Wei Ruo to open her eyes and face Xie Ying.

This little girl was about the same size as her current body, with a delicate and round face, and a heroic expression between her eyebrows.