Sweet Wife in My Arms

d actors to fight in midair with hanging wires.
However, Yu Chen never did any stunt herself.
Not because she wanted to be a poser, but because she had slight acrophobia.
The show didn’t receive many positive review, though, and neither was she able to get much press as a stunt-double.
Only after she became celebrated were the old stunt stories revealed, which won her more fans.

 And her acting skills were accumulated when she was a stuntwoman.
But now, she had not been acting for over four years.
She didn’t know if she was rusty, if she had the talent as an actress, or if she could assume the role quickly and easily.

 At this stage when she didn’t have much experience, she accepted all jobs that came her way no matter what.
On the one hand, she could really use the money; on other hand, she needed to grow up as soon as possible.

 “Aren’t you hard-working?” Yi Ling reached out and pinched Yan Huan’s cheeks.
“To be honest,” she rested her chin on one hand, “There’s no reason for you not to make a splash with a face like that.”

 Yan Huan smiled, her eyes shining subtly.

 In another life she was bad-tempered and entirely lashed out on Yi Ling after her mother passed away.
Sometimes, she didn’t like the jobs Yi Ling found for her for they were either extras or stunts.
But what she didn’t know was that even these undesired jobs had to be begged for by Yi Ling.

 Only your family would give you complete indulgence; only your family would put up with your unreasonably bad temper; only your family would smile at you with no judgment when you were acting out.

 3“Actually, I don’t want you to do this,” Yi Ling said, depressed.
“It was all my fault.
I can’t get a good role for you.”

 Yan Huan put down her chopsticks and rested her head on Yi Ling’s shoulder.
“It’s OK, baby steps.
I believe I will be a superstar one day, right? My sister?”