A moment ago, she looked like a kind-hearted sister next door, but after Gu Xinyan refused her request, Lu Yao immediately revealed her true colors, her expression sharp, her tone harsh, making Gu Xinyan afraid.

Gu Xinyan suddenly realized that Lu Yao, being kind and friendly, pushing her wheelchair, chatting affectionately with her on the set, was all in hopes of getting the role of the female lead in "Immortal Spirit Chronicles."

If Lu Yao knew to exploit Gu Xinyan’s soft-heartedness and pleaded earnestly, Gu Xinyan might indeed have given her the role.

But faced with Lu Yao’s threats, the stubborn personality deep inside Gu Xinyan made her bluntly refuse, "Sorry, Sister Lu Yao, since Director Feng has given me this role, I won’t give it to anyone else."

One would have thought that Gu Xinyan, with her gentle appearance and petite body, would be easy to bully, but unexpectedly, she was very stubborn at heart, which made Lu Yao very angry.

"I’ve been a top actor at Qinghai Film and Television for ten years, even President Huang has to give me some respect, and you’re just a rookie girl. Do you dare to refuse me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll make it impossible for you to survive?"

"Sister Lu Yao, I thought you weren’t that kind of person?"

"Oh? You’re wrong, I am exactly that kind of person."

Lu Yao grabbed Gu Xinyan’s hand, holding her slender, snow-white fingers in hers, with a cruel and evil grin appearing on her face.

Gu Xinyan was so scared that her face turned pale, thinking she would be thrown down from the top of the stepped stand. She’d been standing too long to get back up by herself.

She tried to calm herself and said, "If you dare bully me, my Brother Xu won’t let you off."

However, things were not as she thought. The harm Lu Yao did to her was much more severe and malicious than just throwing her off the wheelchair.

Lu Yao’s eyes became almost mad, as if possessed by a Demon, and she suddenly leaned back with a shrill scream, rolling down the stepped stand.

All the models and photographers on the opposite stage witnessed the scene. In their eyes, it was Gu Xinyan who pushed Lu Yao down.

With years of stair-rolling experience, Lu Yao stopped herself in time after rolling a few times, deliberately bumping her forehead on a chair on the stand, her delicate forehead seeping blood.

Apart from Gu Xinyan, no one saw Lu Yao’s calculated crash. After hitting her head, she lay there motionless like a dead person.

Gu Xinyan covered her mouth in shock, preventing herself from screaming. She hadn’t expected Lu Yao would pretend to fall by herself, rolling down the stand. The innocent Gu Xinyan never imagined how much harm Lu Yao’s trick would cause her.

The people on stage rushed over and helped the fallen Lu Yao up.

Lu Yao, truly worthy of being a top actor, with superb acting skills, lay there with eyes shut, face pale as gold paper, motionless, looking severely injured, the blood from her forehead flowing down her pale face to her clothes, a shocking sight.

Everyone cast hateful, hostile, and fearful glances at Gu Xinyan, convinced that she was the culprit who hurt Lu Yao.

They started to discuss: "You actually pushed Sister Lu Yao, making her fall off the stand, my God, that’s too cruel."

"She looks pure and innocent, who would have thought she’d be such a person."

"I misjudged her; I even liked her. Who would have thought she’d be as venomous as a snake, being so mean to Sister Lu Yao. Truly, the most poisonous is a woman’s heart."

Gu Xinyan waved her hands anxiously, tears streaming down in urgency, crying out: "No, no, I didn’t push her, she fell by herself, everyone please believe me, she’s acting."

But no one believed her, the people on stage saw with their own eyes, Gu Xinyan pushing with a hand, and Lu Yao fell backwards and rolled down.

"Hah, truly shameless, to know someone’s face but not their heart. We clearly saw her push Lu Yao down and still say she fell by herself. If we hadn’t seen it with our own eyes, we would have been cheated by her."

"We have to stay away from her, she’s too vicious."

"Injuring someone and still claiming innocence, how can there be such shameless people."

"We should quickly call the police, we can’t just let her off like this."

Several security guards rushed over upon hearing the commotion, carrying Lu Yao on a stretcher. They all sympathetically checked her injuries: "Fortunately, it’s just a scrape."

"Not necessarily, just afraid of brain hemorrhage, the move was too harsh, this is premeditated murder."

Soon, more and more people gathered around, security, actors all surrounded them, Gu Xinyan, both anxious and angry, wishing to find a hole to hide in, continuously defending herself: "I didn’t push her, truly didn’t push her, she deliberately fell to frame me."

"It was you who pushed! We saw it with our own eyes."

"Hurting someone and then saying the victim framed her, truly malicious."

"Appears pretty and innocent on the outside, but such a black heart underneath..."

Among the crowd were some girls who resented Gu Xinyan’s talent, having long been jealous of her for winning the female lead in "Sword Rain and Hero Chronicles."

These people hit her when she was down, unanimously scolding Gu Xinyan, with all kinds of malicious and hurtful words pouring out like a fountain.

Poor Gu Xinyan couldn’t defend herself against a hundred accusations, curled up in her wheelchair, covering her face with her hands, her slender shoulders trembling, crying uncontrollably.

She felt like she had fallen into an endless abyss, cold, humiliated, sad. Those vicious insults, every syllable, every sound, like the screams of a Demon, kept drilling into her brain, stabbing her heart like needles.

President Huang and Director Feng hurried over after hearing the news, directing security to take Lu Yao to the hospital for treatment.

Lu Xiaomei and Xu Xiangbei also rushed over, like a safe iron curtain, isolating Gu Xinyan from the crowd, Xu Xiangbei holding Gu Xinyan’s hand tightly, feeling her hand cold and trembling.

Xu Xiangbei hugged her distressedly, softly comforting, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

Gu Xinyan, like a child who had suffered grievances, was too sad to speak, her eyes becoming hopeless, she opened her mouth, stammering for a long time before she could say a few words: "No, I didn’t push her, I, I really didn’t push her, no, no one believes me."

Hugging Gu Xinyan, using his body heat to dispel her cold, warming her heart full of humiliation: "I believe in you, even if no one else does, I believe in you, stop crying."

"Wha... take me away..."

There were still some people in the crowd unwilling to let go: "It was her who pushed Sister Lu Yao, we saw it with our own eyes."

"She’s too harsh; Sister Lu Yao’s head was smashed."

"We can’t let her leave, we should take her to the police station."

Facing the accusations from all directions, Xu Xiangbei shot out a murderous aura straight through the roof, secretly channeling Inner Strength, silently embodying the Lion’s Roar of Buddhism, suddenly shouting: "Everyone shut up."