Sweet Wife in My Arms

"Miss Yan, this is the script, you can skim it quickly. Although you are not famous at present, trust me, I will lift you up as long as you follow my instructions. I will make you a super star, even get you international honors. Then you will be an international household name!"

If a new actress, or an actress like Yan Huan who was fighting for fame at the bottom of the entertainment industry but hadn't succeed yet, heard such an opportunity to have a skyrocketing rise, she could not refuse. Becoming the movie queen from an acting nobody was fatal attraction to most people, almost nobody could refuse and Yan Huan in her last life was the same as well. But she found out later, temporary greed would bring her regret in a lifetime and an indelible stain.

It just took a few minutes for an actress to remove her clothes, even a few seconds. But if she wanted to wear them again, how long did she need? Yan Huan was typecasted until she died in her last life. This was her skeleton, which would not be cleared forever.

Yan Huan was sober. She knew there was no free lunch in the world. If it was free, it would either kill you or hurt you.

She picked up the script from Chen Wanda and turned the pages one by one, sneering in her heart. What a outdated story with almost no plot and an inconspicuous literary title.

Return (Gui in Chinese).

Wasn't it actually Liaison (Chugui in Chinese)?

As for content, it was a literary film at first sight. But in fact, it was porn, which was disguised as a literary film. In the film clips, she was in a revealing dress. It made her feel sick.

Those clips not only revealed her body, bust also her worst soul and past.

The story told the lifetime of a woman. A housewife who was not reconciled to her husband's infidelity so she started to change herself. She started to get acquainted with those she didn't know before, then she had a new life. She thought that since her man deserted her, why couldn't she manipulate men? So she became corrupt and had affairs with different kinds of men, drawing immense satisfaction from them. And she walked onto a road of of no return in the end.

She got divorced from her husband and started her befuddled life, and died in the end.

Turning the last page, Yan Huan put the script down and pushed it back to Chen Wanda. Her face look changed at once, with fear in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can play the role well. I've only played small roles before this and the heroine needs better acting skills. I'm sorry that I am not able do this. I hope we can cooperate in the future if I improve my skills."

Chen Wanda looked confused for a moment. He never dreamt that Yan Huan would decline the offer as a new actress without skills or experience. The role was a mouth-watering meal, a piece of charcoal on a snowy day. But she refused.