Sweet Wife in My Arms

Little Bean was probably really hungry, she crouched there and obediently ate her food. Only then did Yan Huan rolled up her sleeve and cleaned up the bowl of instant noodles. She mopped the floor, wiped the table and cleaned the cat litter. She then slowly opened Yi Ling's door. She saw her still sleeping lazily, without a care for her image.

Yan Huan could only close the door again. She found the script that Yi Ling had picked up but she hadn't had the time to read.

She sat down and started choosing the scripts. Of course, some of them still required an audition. She was famous enough to be able to choose her own scripts, the female lead role. She almost had no rest the entire year and she still didn't have any time to rest, neither did she have any reason to.

She was afraid of being forgotten, of being foreign. Now that she has a little fame, she had to continue picking up shows and filming. Until people were familiar with her face, her name. Only then could she become a symbol: the symbol of Yan Huan.

These few scripts were decent and they were all chosen first by Yuelun. There were modern shows, period dramas as well as a palace drama. She was leaning towards the last one.

The drama was set against the backdrop of the Qing Dynasty where the 9 sons of Emperor Kangxi were fighting for the throne. It talks about a common woman and how she survived in the palace. She started off as an innocent lady where she rose to a position of power and she looked back at her past. She had no idea where she did wrong, or even what she did wrong. She only knew that she was old, and her time had passed. Countless lives had been lost due to her doings.

Yan Huan felt that this drama would do better. In actual fact, this drama would be successful in the past too. It was long enough with more than 80 episodes and she could film it for a good 3 months.

The timing of the shoot was good too, this palace drama starts shooting after the new year and after filming this year, it should be able to finish production by next year. However, one year would have passed and she would be 22 by then.

Yi Ling yawned as she walked out of her room. She wasn't very surprised to see Yan Huan.

"Oh, you're back?"

She yawned again and walked into the bathroom. When she walked out, she was touching her short hair with her hand.

"How? Have you seen the scripts?"

"Yes, I have seen them." Yan Huan placed the other scripts to one side and kept the one in her hands.

"Let me see," Yi Ling walked over and took the script that Yan Huan had picked.

"This one?" She touched her hair again. "I think this one is good too. I am more for Dowager Yun. Even though she isn't the first female lead, she is comparable to a second female lead. She has many scenes and big conflicts. With your popularity now, this role should be able to be yours easily. There were many so-called second female lead roles, but they were still second female leads.

Yan Huan picked up Little Bean who had eaten her full, "I don't want the role of Dowager Yun."

"Then who do you want to act?" Yi Ling pouted. "The first female lead might be predetermined, give up on that thought."

"I know," Yan Huan knew this clearly. For most big dramas like this, the cast list was usually predetermined. Hence, she wouldn't fight for the first female lead role. It was a waste of time.

"I want to act as the queen."

"What?" Yi Ling couldn't believe her ears. "You want to act as the queen?"

"Yes. What's wrong?" Yan Huan blinked. She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the part of the queen. It felt right.

"Wait." Yi Ling reached out her hand towards Yan Huan's face. "What happened to your face?"

"Nothing. I fell on my face." Yan Huan jerked her face aside. She was glad that she didn't return him last night. If not, her face would still have been swollen last night. It was slightly better today. She had applied medication onto it and applied a little foundation. It wasn't very obvious now, almost like a small scar and wasn't too eye-catching.

"You cannot fall on your face again."

Yi Ling had her face scrunched up, "Huanhuan, you make a living off your face."

"Do I?" Yan Huan sounded a little indignant. "I clearly make a living off my acting skills."

Yi Ling rolled her eyes, "If you didn't have a good face, it wouldn't matter how good your acting is. Look at those incredibly famous people, which one of them isn't good looking?"

"That is true," Yan Huan touched her face. She was able to enter showbiz in both generations and reached this stage mainly due to her baby-like face. Hence, she needed to protect it and made sure she wasn't hurt again.

With the topic here, Yi Ling shifted her gaze and didn't place too much thought on Yan Huan's face. She took over the controller and turned on her phone, eating a bag of chips while watching the TV at the same time.

"Huanhuan, when we have the money, lets hire a nanny?" Yi Ling touched her stomach, she was hungry but didn't know how to cook. Whatever she cooked didn't taste good nor looked good. Yan Huan was even more tired than her and she couldn't be responsible for all their meals every day. Even if Yan Huan was willing to, she wasn't willing.

"Alright, if you think we should, then let's hire one. However, wait till we have the money." She stood up and took a look at the time. "I will handle the duties of a nanny for now and prepare food for Ms Yi."

"Okay." Yi Ling scrunched her eyes. "I do not want to eat now; you should get on your knees to greet me. Oh wait, no, I want to eat now, go prepare food for me."

Yan Huan let out a laugh as she walked to the kitchen. They could eat their breakfast and lunch together now. However, Yi Ling was right. When she got the money from the divorce, she could pay for a nanny.

Outside, Yi Ling changed another channel. She was eating chips while Little Bean ate any crumbs that had dropped onto the floor. There was no waste between the human and cat at all.

She had the intention to change the channel, but she suddenly thrust her face forward towards the screen.

Isn't that Yan Lixiong, Fatty Yan?"

"Huanhuan, do you remember that fatty?"

She asked Yan Huan.

"Which one?" For a moment, Yan Huan couldn't hear what Yi Ling had said clearly.