Chapter 334: The Actress That Never Rests

She tossed her phone aside, wondering if the matter with the Ye Family had been resolved.

She gnawed on her nails. Truthfully, money had been the driving force behind her decision to invest in The Uncle and the Flower. However, there wasn’t a need for her to work so hard. The Uncle and the Flower was a film with low production cost, but its production took nearly three months. This was rare for a 2D movie. The time-consuming factor was interchanging between film locations. For the sake of realisticity, the crew had traveled all over China. During that time, she steeled herself to toss her image aside, picking up real garbage and actually sleeping on the streets.

Naturally, the film was well-received; and she made a sizable sum of money from it.

As for the money, she had intended to reserve it for the Ye Family.

In her previous life, this was the year that the Ye Family had fallen. As for the benefits the Ye Family had not yet been able to receive, the Su Family had swooped in and stolen it. Her aid had not only went to the Ye Family, but also the Su Family.

Who will be the happiest when the Ye Family falls? It was the Su Family—Su Muran.

And how could she let Su Muran keep getting her way? Su Muran had the Su Family supporting her, and Yan Huan didn’t have the power to uproot the Su Family. A large family with years of history wouldn’t fall easily, much less one that had benefited so much from her.

Therefore, she had set up the trap from way back to earn this sum of money, intending to help the Ye Family through their time of crisis. It was not only for Lu Yi, but also for herself.

She wanted to weaken the Su Family just a little more.

As for her, there was no reconciliation with the Su Family or Su Muran, not in her entire life.

In the car, she was in a stupor. She couldn’t say whether she had many dreams, or none at all. She opened her eyes, feeling weary. Yet, it felt as though she had never woken up. The car moved steadily as the scenery ahead zoomed past her. She could see nothing but somber fields. The fragrance of the grass wafted into the car through the opened windows.

She shut her eyes again. From the slit of her eyes, she could still see the scenery flashing past her like a filmstrip of her past life.

A bright light dazzled her eyes as she batted her eyelids. A man was standing beside Su Muran.

“Daddy, you are here.”

“Yeah,” said the middle-aged man as he rumpled his daughter’s hair adoringly. “What’s wrong? Did someone make my Ranran unhappy?”

“It’s nothing,” said Su Muran as she clung onto his arm, feigning vulnerability. “Just a nasty woman who keeps trying to get in my way.”

The middle-aged man turned around. There wasn’t a strand of silver in his hair, but his face bore the marks of hardships, and his eyes were anything but guileless.

He looked at the wretched woman as though he was looking at a dog.

Yan Huan parted her lips but found no voice. Su Muran, she wanted to ask, just what are you trying to do? Don’t you know that he has a wife? Don’t you know that I am his wife?

“Where did this lunatic come from?” snorted the man. He turned, smiling at his daughter.

“Let’s get going, Ranran. Your Grandpa misses you. Oh, speaking of which, didn’t you get a boyfriend lately? Bring him along and introduce him to Grandpa.”

“Okay,” said Su Muran, her voice filled with happiness.

“Su Muran...” Yan Huan tried to call her name, but it came out as a croak. Her face was red from anger, and her heart bled scarlet. She charged forward recklessly, demanding for an answer, an explanation, or anything really.

However, before she could reach her, the middle-aged man raised his leg and kicked her hard in the belly before leaving triumphantly.

Yan Huan felt her wound. On her quivering fingers, there was a coat of crimson blood.

It felt as though something had been forcibly removed from her body.

That something, was her first child that had died from Su Qingdong’s kick before it was even born. Murdered. She had gone to the hospital alone to get the operation done. Her second child, merely existed for six months, before Su Muran extracted its cord blood and had the child’s biological father toss it into the trash bin.

Her precious children...

Her children that she had poured her blood and sweat into.

Her poor children...

“Wake up, Huanhuan...”

Yi Ling shook Yan Huan by the shoulders.

Yan Huan tried to open her eyes, but the tears made it hard. Her nose felt irritated too. Before her eyes were a humid world.

When she opened her eyes, the wetness at the corner of her eyes turned into tears, trickling down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong, Huanhuan? Why are you crying?” asked Yi Ling worriedly. “Everything was fine a moment ago, wasn’t it?”

“I just miss my Mom,” said Yan Huan. She removed the quilt from herself and clutched it tightly. She tilted to the side. Her thoughts drifted away with the scenery in the distance.

Yi Ling parted her lips, trying to find the right words, but to no avail. In the end, she remained silent.

Yan Huan took off her shoes, rested her feet on the seat, and adopted a fetus position. Only this could make her feel safe. Her vision was a little blurry. Perhaps it was the mist, or perhaps it was something else. She couldn’t quite put her fingers around it.

Yan Huan knocked out the moment she reached home. She’s not in a good shape, she must be worn out, discussed Yi Ling and Luo Lin. They thought it best for her to take a break from film shooting.

“She’s in awful shape lately. She needs a break.”

Yi Ling sighed. For the past few years, Yan Huan had not taken a single break from acting. At this rate, even a superhuman would collapse. And she wasn’t one.

“We can’t make the call here,” said Ruo Lin bluntly.

“You had known her since young, so you should know her personality better than anyone. Who could sway her once she had made up her mind?”

Yi Ling pouted. “Mama Yan could, but she isn’t around anymore. Yan Huan’s a stubborn one. Once she decides to do something, there’s no stopping her.”

“I’ll try my best to convince her,” said Ruo Lin. She felt like she couldn’t go on like this. If Yan Huan collapsed, her entire acting career would be affected.

She stood up and glanced at the time. I’ll return to the workplace to check if the company has arranged anything for Yan Huan, she thought. Otherwise, she would have to work overtime again.

About that, there was nothing Yi Ling could do.