Sweet Wife in My Arms

"I was originally a supporting actress, so it was insignificant," Yan Huan shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. She did not care whether she appeared in the trailer or not. She would be fine as long as not all her scenes in the drama were cut out. After all, she was the second female lead.

She was merely letting her imagination roam free but unbeknownst to her, Su Muran had indeed thought of a similar idea. She wanted the editor to remove as many of Yan Huan's scenes as possible. In fact, the more scenes that were removed, the better it would be.

After the editor was done, the supposedly 65 episodes were cut down to 30 episodes instead. The edited drama did not even include the scene where Yan Huan had spat out a liter of blood, acting out with her greatest effort.

Ah, it was originally 65 episodes, but 30 episodes were gone instantly. Are they messing with her?

The director had been working tirelessly on the drama for a very long time. However, the most satisfying shots and the scenes that would best express his directing style and artistic sense were all edited out. Would anyone still watch these 30 episodes that were left? On top of that, the drama was directed by him. Its storyline was dry and boring while its plot progression became illogical after editing. His future in the film industry would be very bleak should this type of drama be broadcasted. This would merely tarnish his name and reputation, and end his journey as a filmmaker.

The editor was also severely reprimanded. In the end, he could only wipe his face, burn the midnight oil for a few more days, and reverse all the editing. This time, he did not dare remove any scenes from the drama.

However, he was not to be blamed. He had provoked nobody. The drama was reverted back to its original 65 episodes from 30 episodes. After inserting some advertisements, it would add up being a total of 66 episodes. It was quite a long drama.

Yan Hua was the biggest victim when Su Muran ordered about 30 episodes of it to be edited out. This type of drama would simply destroy his reputation and should have never existed.

Su Muran was not unaware of these things. She had been busy working day and night, even personally checking on the progress, before finally making a drama that she was extremely satisfied with. However, Yan Hua had ruined everything. She threw a massive tantrum, insisting on having the editor reverse the editing and restore the 30 episodes.

The editor looked down at his fingers, his eyes brimming with tears. He looked pitiful and wanted to speak up. Although he was extremely miserable, he dared not speak up. Thus, no words ever came out from his mouth.

As a mere editor, he could only slave away while lamenting the pain of kowtowing to capitalism!

Yan Hua merely sneered, ignoring the struggling Su Muran. He would be fine even if the drama was cut down to 10 episodes. It would simply be a matter of whether the other investors would allow a 30-episode drama to be broadcasted.

The drama had many massive investments yet it only produced approximately 30 episodes. Furthermore, the drama made no sense. One would look like a fool watching it as it was impossible to figure out its storyline, even after watching for a long time.

Su Muran was left in a corner sulking to herself. The drama was merely an empty vessel with noise but lacking a clear storyline. It might have a star-studded cast but there was no meaningful content. Broadcasting this kind of drama during the Spring Festival would be a terrible joke. They had invested a lot of money in the drama, even just the pay of the actors and actresses would be alarmingly huge. Yan Huan's pay was extremely expensive, reaching tens of millions for her acting. Yet, only a few of her shots would remain after editing. Isn't this a scam?

When they asked Yan Hua what it meant, he merely chuckled with no sign of anger on his expression, "You have to ask Miss Su instead. I wonder how she managed to cut a drama that originally had 66 episodes down to 30 episodes. Yan Huan has received her pay anyway so whatever you want to do is none of my business."

None of this was his business and should have never been.

He was merely a director, only directing movies or drama series that he would be touched by and liking the shots that he was satisfied with. Thus, he was proud to say that all the shots he took were up to his personal standard. However, any further covert manipulation that ruined his shots was none of his business.

Su Muran's face was burning red as though it was splashed by a pot of hot oil, instantly scorching her facial features beyond recognition.

In the end, the drama was restored into its initial 66 episodes.

The investors were obviously very satisfied. This was what they regarded as Director Yan's standard. The edited drama with about 30 episodes was utter nonsense. Destroy it before anyone sees it, it is an utter embarrassment!

However, the edited drama was produced after countless days of battling against the clock. Now that it was ruined again, the editor was completely exasperated, tears could no longer fall from his eyes. Can he not destroy it? They can just leave it as it is. What if the old grandmother becomes crazy again after a few days and asks him to edit it again? If so, he would have to work endlessly around the clock again, without eating or sleeping, only for the final product to be thrown away.

These rich people should not bully other people like this.

He had prepared to work incessantly again without eating and sleeping. However, a few days later, the film company ordered for the original 66 episodes to be broadcasted. He finally let out a sigh of relief as the nervous cold sweat from his forehead disappeared with his worries.

Finally, no more changes were needed.

Editing a short film and making it longer was quite easy. However, cutting a long film and making it shorter would be putting the editor's skills to the test. Of course, his skill as an editor would be reflected in the final product.

He could change those approximately 60 episodes to about 30 episodes, and vice versa.

However, the results of editing differed. One was an elaborate piece, while the other was rubbish.

Su Muran was so infuriated that she could not swallow any food, her lungs almost bursting with rage. Nonetheless, she could only persevere. There was nothing she could do about it.

"What's wrong?" Lu Qin walked over and kneeled on the ground while holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

Su Muran snatched the roses from him. She especially loved it when people treated her like a queen. After all, she was a queen, the queen of both the Su and Lu Family.

"It was all because of your sister-in-law."

Su Muran plucked one of the roses from its bouquet and placed it on her fingers, crushing it little by little. She then ripped it apart, leaving some crushed petals and their fragrant aroma on her fingertips. The crushed petals still had its rosy fragrance, but it did not smell as clean as when it was whole.

A ruthless act of destroying flowers was not a big deal anyway.

No matter how beautiful the flower was, it was still dead. It was no different from a corpse.

"Why did you mention her?" Lu Qin stood up, taking a seat beside her as he watched her antics. One by one, Muran's fingers pulled at the roses he painstakingly selected. She was not merely destroying the flowers, it was also a symbolic action of her crushing his dignity.

"Why? Do you not like her?" Su Muran picked another rose and tore it apart. It was quite enjoyable, as it felt like she was pinching the woman's face, crushing and ripping it. She imagined the mess as the woman's bloodied and pulverized face. It was only by doing this that she could feel satisfied and pleased. In this lifetime, I swear I will kill this woman. Perhaps, they were already enemies in their previous lives. Perhaps, they were destined to be enemies forever.