Sweet Wife in My Arms

She drank and turned around in circles, again and again. Judging from her expression, she seemed to be enjoying it as she submerged herself in her memories. However, it was possible that even she herself did not know what she was doing.

Director Jin stared at the camera from time to time, murmuring to the cameraman beside him.

These few scenes must be taken perfectly, all of them should be close-up shots. Such a rich expression, and such beautiful body movements. He had only seen these before in Liang Chen's most glorious moments.

No, perhaps Yan Huan conveyed it even better, and could invoke genuine sympathy in the audience.

Yan Huan was really a wonder. He looked forward to the kind of miracles that she would create in the future.

Yan Huan poured a serving of liquor for herself again, her face remaining expressionless. However, her feelings were clearly expressed in her eyes and the movements of her body. She walked and turned around, again and again.

Then, she fell down.

Qi Haolin instantly reacted by reaching out to support her, so that she would not fall down and injure herself. How is she going to proceed with the following scenes if that happens? However, this part was not included in the script.

Liang Chen, who acted as Ru Yin in the scene, heaved a sigh of relief too. She walked toward Yan Huan. Then, she crouched down in front of her and patted her face.

"Why did you faint?"

"I didn't faint."

Qi Haolin did not know whether to laugh or cry. He explained, "She's drunk."

She was definitely drunk. Liang Chen patted Yan Huan's face again, noticing that there was a strong smell of alcohol on Yan Huan's breath. With such a strong alcoholic smell, she was obviously drunk.

"Did you give her real alcohol to drink?" Liang Chen asked the staff. "Couldn't you just give her drinking water? Why must it be alcohol?"

"It was me," Zhou Zizhe admitted as his face flushed red. "Yan Huan kept saying that she wanted it to be realistic, I thought that it might be even more realistic if it was real alcohol, so I took out the wine that I've stashed away for a long time."

"But I didn't expect that-" he pointed at Yan Huan and said, "-this will make her drunk."

Liang Chen curled her fingers and massaged her temple. Right now, she could only ask the others to send Yan Huan back and continue the shooting session without her. It was impossible for them to do nothing while waiting for her to sober up.

It was evening when Yan Huan finally woke up.

"I'm hungry," she announced as she sat up straight. It seemed that she had been woken up by the pangs of hunger in her stomach.

Luo Lin entered the room and placed a bento in front of her. "Eat it."

"Thank you," replied Yan Huan. Then, she picked up a pair of chopsticks and dug into the food.

"Oh right, what happened to me?" She was still feeling slightly dizzy and unwell.

"Zhou Zizhe changed the water in the teapot to wine, so you got drunk."

Yan Huan continued to eat. She knew that she had a low tolerance to alcohol as she would get drunk almost every time she drank alcohol. However, she was well-behaved even when she was drunk. She would just fall asleep and recover after she woke up the next day.

"What's the time now?" she asked Luo Lin. She was not sure whether she had spare time in the evening to film a few more scenes. She was trying her best to finish all of the scenes as fast as possible. They would have more time for the post-production after that.

"It's almost 3 p.m. now," Luo Lin sat down and said. "Make sure that you rest well today. They have proceeded to film the other scenes, and none of them would involve you."

"Alright," said Yan Huan while she finished off the last of her meal. Then, she laid down, tugged the blanket over herself and slept. She really could sleep whenever she wanted to, and Luo Lin could not help but admire her ability to sleep.

Normally, when someone wanted to sleep, it would take a long time for that person to fall asleep. However, that was not the case for Yan Huan, as she would fall asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. However, little did Luo Lin know that Yan Huan used to be afraid of darkness and had difficulty sleeping at night, especially when she was just reborn.

Hence, she increased her workload solely for the purpose of having less time to sleep and decrease the possibility of getting a nightmare. She started to forget about the past gradually after a few years, which was why she could have a good sleep now without worrying about other matters.

During the night, Yan Huan did not wake up at all. It was already morning when she opened her eyes. The smell of alcohol that lingered on her had long dissipated.

There was no need for her to put on the four-hour make-up today, thus she did not go to meet Yue Ran in the morning. Her last scenes in this film would be completed if she could finish them by today.

It had already been five months since they started filming and it had definitely not been easy. They searched for the filming locations while filming the scenes. They went to snowy mountains, waterfalls and even forests that were untouched by human hands. They had gone to so many places in the country for this film. Yan Huan had contributed all her effort into the film. If it did not go well, then she might as well hit her head against the wall and die.

They continued from the previous scene. This time, the contents in the teapot was no longer of a high alcohol content, but instead changed to a milder beverage. Even Yan Huan did not know what she was drinking right now.

The scene was very dramatic due to her sudden loss of consciousness, but of course Yan Huan did not realize that yet. Liang Chen and the others were satisfied with the scene after taking a look at it, so they decided to insert it into the film. However, the time length for the film was limited, therefore they might have to shorten several other scenes to make space for it. They could not estimate how many scenes they would have to cut from the film after adding this scene. It was a difficult choice for them.

Whitey held the glass in her hand. Her fingers were slender and beautiful, just like her eyes. They shone like colored glaze, twin red gems glinting in the dim light. She curled two of her fingers around the glass delicately as she lifted the glass above the Prince's head.

Then, she poured the liquid all over his head. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol as the wine flowed along his body and dripped onto the floor. However, nobody dared to bring up the fact that it was his wedding night.

There was no bridal room or ornamented candles. All that was left was a room filled with hatred and revenge.

The Prince's face turned pale. He realized that there was nothing he could do, apart from being humiliated. He was unable to move his limbs, like a dead fish waiting to be slaughtered.

"Are you afraid?" Whitey bowed down and gently patted Prince Qin's face. "Are you wondering why you can't even capture an injured man and a blind woman despite your 3,000 strong armored cavalry and elite troops?"

The cold sweat on the forehead of Prince Qin dripped down, drop by drop.

"Your 3,000 armored cavalry..." Whitey poured another glass of wine and raised the glass to her lips, but she did not drink it. Crash… She hurled the glass on the ground and it shattered into pieces instantly.

She bowed down again, a touch of cruelty appearing on her seductive red lips.

"All of them were killed. Nobody was left."