Sweet Wife in My Arms

Director Jin was still bad-tempered. At times, when the filming did not go the way he wanted, he would yell at the young actors until they burst into tears. Young actors aside, even a person such as Liang Chen, whose performance was out of this world, had also been berated by Director Jin. Thinking back, it only took him a while to get over it.

Not long after, a man walked toward him, and sat down as soon as he found a seat. He observed the studio without a word. Yan Huan was talking to Director Jin. Director Jin would mostly nod his head in agreement, but he would shake his head at times.

Sometimes a scene might need to be retaken again and again, but the atmosphere in the studio was still cheerful. There were no conflicts arising due to the earthquake. On the contrary, after the earthquake, it seemed like many of them had their own reflections. Before that, they would come in with a carefree attitude, but after that incident, they all became serious.

Yan Huan came over and sat beside Lu Yi. "Why don't you sleep a little more?" she asked as she held Lu Yi's big hand tightly. Lu Yi shook his head. He wanted to reach out and touch her head, but when he saw her hair that had been styled elaborately, he put down his hand. It was better to not touch it, or else the hairstylist would need to fuss over it again for a long time.

He wanted to caress her face but was afraid of ruining her makeup. At the end he could only squeeze her fingers, as if he was telling her, I am here to see if you are doing well.

"Our team is not bad, right?" Yan Huan asked as she crossed her legs casually. She was confident that the series would be a hit, and it would be big, much bigger than in her previous life.

"It's not bad for the time being," he agreed. He was only evaluating the atmosphere in the studio. As for the shooting and the after-effects, he was still in the unknown, so he was unable to give her an answer.

Lu Yi's personality may be influenced by his line of work. Everything he said carried a tone of solemness that only a judge could have. Of course, Yan Huan had never expected that he would say something like "Hm, very good," or "Not bad."

He could only give a "Not bad, for now", which was already considered generous encouragement from him.

"Yan Huan, you're up," Director Jin yelled out Yan Huan's name loudly.

"Coming," Yan Huan replied. She gripped his hands lovingly for a while before getting up and going to Director Jin.

At that moment, Lu Yi's eyes fell on Song Xihua, whose squinted eyes and dark pupils carried a sense of apprehension. If he could not even sense the other guy's animosity, then he would not be Lu Yi.

Ever since he got here, he knew that someone has been sizing him up. His eyes reflected many emotions, such as judgement, dissatisfaction, hatred, and jealousy.

When a man looked at another man like that, if it was not for work, then it would be because of a woman.

So, he did not even have to guess to know that this person had feelings for Yan Huan. However, this person was smart. He did act on his feelings, or else he might have ended up like Lu Qin.

The filming went on until midday, until the people in charge of bringing the food arrived. By that time, everybody was starving, and their eyes lit up when they saw the rice. There wasn't any rice yesterday, so they had to settle for instant noodles and snacks. Even though that was enough to sate their hunger, it was still less satisfying than having rice.

Yan Huan took two servings, one for herself and one for Lu Yi.

Luo Lin let out a sigh of relief. This gave Liang Chen's manager a laugh, she could not help but bump Luo Lin's shoulder sportingly as she teased, "Are you really that stressed?"

"What do you think?" Luo Lin ate a mouthful of rice while she poked at the layer of padding on her waist. "Try eating meat every day, and then gaining 30 pounds. If it were you, can you take it?"

Liang Chen's manager shuddered, she did not want to even think about it. Her idol was so stunning, if she gained so much weight till she looked like a ball, how could she still walk beside Liang Chen?

So, it was best that she did not touch meat at all.

Yan Huan opened her lunch box and dug into the rice as well as the vegetables. However, as she did not like eating meat, she finished the vegetables and stared forlornly at the meat.

"Give me that," Lu Yi offered when he saw her troubled look, as he did not want her to suffer. She did not have to do anything at home, so she must be worn out now. Whatever, he would just let it slide for now, but he would make her have a balanced diet again after she was finished with work.

Yan Huan did not hesitate to transfer all the meat in her lunch box to Lu Yi, but all the vegetables in Lu Yi's lunch box became hers.

Meanwhile, Song Xihua sat in a corner as he stuffed mouthfuls of rice in his mouth, giving off a dull and disappointed vibe.

Song Xihua's manager reached out and patted his shoulder.

Song Xihua understood that his first time falling for someone had pretty much ended up as a big failure. He smiled bitterly. He should have known that he never stood a chance, but he came anyway. Was it to get closure or to suffer a final blow to make him forget his attachment to her? He had forgotten.

The conclusion was getting a final blow.

The final blow was his closure.

Luo Lin packed up her stuff to give space to the couple. The couple must have had plans for this lovely night, as they were a young married couple, and their relationship was strong. Furthermore, being newlyweds, having passion abound was normal. What place did a third wheel like her have here?

She bundled up her own blanket and went to Liang Chen's manager's room. Liang Chen's manager stayed alone, too, so there was space for her. But of course, Liang Chen's manager had troubles of her own.

It was because her precious idol was too busy dating some guy to care about her.

Sigh, why are managers all so miserable?

They worked from morning till night, waking up earlier than the roosters, and toiling harder than the cows. They had to accommodate others and plan out everything that could be planned. When the time calls for it, they had to become bodyguards to protect their artists. They had to eat their artist's meat, suffer their threats, and in the end they would only be neglected.

Enough, there was no need to say any more. The more they say, the more tears will come.

The two managers looked at each other. They almost wanted to hug each other and cry their hearts out.

At night, Yan Huan and Lu Yi squeezed together in a bed that could not really fit them comfortably. It has been a long time since they were this close. Yan Huan picked up Lu Yi's cellphone, which was the same model as hers. But why did he change it all of a sudden?

"Did you really drop it?" she asked.

"Yes, I dropped it," Lu Yi ruffled her head, "That's why I bought a new one," Of course, Yan Huan did not ask how he dropped it, and he would not tell. Was Fang Zhu dead or alive? He did not bother to ask, but he was sure that nothing would happen, as he himself was not injured too badly.

Saving her was just his conscience. As for enduring her mother's slap, that was for closing the door of his past life.

Yan Huan hugged Lu Yi's neck and nuzzled into his chest. Tired, she drifted away into her dreams.