Chapter 86

"It's not that we're short on funds and busy—we just haven't had time to switch, but don't worry, we've already started looking for someone to redesign it," Fang Hong explained.

"I hope you're telling the truth," Liu Tianxian threatened.

Fang Hong probed: "What if it's a lie? What would you do?"

"I'll beat you to death."

Liu Tianxian enunciated each word heavily.

A good beating would be fine—Fang Hong relaxed.

The film opened with a monologue-driven breakup scene: the female lead, on her way to pick up her wedding dress, caught her boyfriend cheating with her best friend.

No lines—just inner monologue.

The monologue voice was high-pitched and cutting—Fang Hong deliberately chose this dubbing; even if Liu Tianxian acted poorly, the monologue would still draw viewers in and boost the film!

At the start, Liu Tianxian performed a crying scene where she screamed at her boss.

After editing, Liu Tianxian's performance was fine, because the edited footage kept cutting rapidly, very different from how it looked during live filming.

Liu Tianxian remembered how, when she filmed this scene, the crew had mocked her.

She lowered her voice: "Hey, why isn't this my real voice?"

"Your voice is too sweet—the producer thought it didn't fit, so they hired someone else to dub it."

Fang Hong shifted the blame to Chen Zhixi.

Chen Zhixi wasn't here today anyway.

He added: "You know our company operates on a producer system—I have to listen to her."

"You're lying to ghosts!" Liu Tianxian didn't believe him.

"Fine, fine—it really is that your voice is too sweet, too beautiful, it doesn't match the character's persona, so we dubbed it," Fang Hong revealed the truth.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Liu Tianxian looked at him.

"I was afraid you'd say no."

"As long as it's good for the film, I have no objection—I don't mind dubbing at all," Liu Tianxian was surprisingly open-minded!

The two talked quietly, while on the big screen, Liu Tianxian's portrayal of the literary young woman endured a series of blows to her love, friendship, and career.

This caused the female lead's psychological defenses to crumble step by step!

Liu Tianxian's crying scenes were actually decent—the tears she held back, choked with grief, deeply moved the female audience members.

Combined with the inner monologue, viewers were directly immersed in the female lead's perspective, feeling her inner state.

Women are generally emotional; once immersed, the feeling surged—add to that the film's occasional classic lines, making them feel these were their own experiences.

Like the complaints and frustrations they hear in daily life, how hard it is for women.

Women are naturally gossipy, so the information spreads: who broke up with whom, who cheated, how hard life is for women, and so on.

And since they themselves are women, they naturally side with women—easily infected, they curse the scumbags, ask why women should bear men's children, and the feminist sentiment emerges.

"Bang!"

On the big screen, Liu Tianxian and her best friend faced off—the sound of the cup smashing made some audience members flinch, others patted their chests.

Because it came without warning; that smash instantly unleashed a wave of anger.

And Liu Tianxian's murderous gaze was intensely compelling.

Who says Liu Tianxian has no acting skills? This is great—they felt it deeply.

What they didn't know was that it was all hand-held coaching!

"I think I did pretty well," Liu Tianxian whispered.

"You've never been bad—acting can be honed. If you're willing to put in effort and have someone guide you, you can unlock your potential," Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian fell silent, recalling how this man once taught her acting step by step—now remembering, she felt a small warmth.

But it made sense—many actors' skills plummeted the moment they left a great director.

"Can you forgive me? Can you just wait a little longer? Wait for me—my future is too dangerous, and among so many people, you're the only one who gives me the most security."

"Please don't give up on me. Don't abandon me. I no longer want those fragile, shattering egos—my confidence was all hollow."

"Let me show you how humble I am now—can you forgive me? Please forgive me."

On the big screen, the iconic scene appeared.

Liu Tianxian ran in slow motion after the car, the monologue weaving through—sadness spread, and faint sobs rose in the theater.

A little fairy stared at the screen, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Wu wu wu," crying bitterly.

Another little fairy kept pulling tissues to wipe her tears, her nose sniffling with each sob.

This single segment moved every female audience member.

Liu Tianxian watched, feeling unexpectedly sad—her heart ached. She thought: this was earned with a few slaps—her face had been swollen then.

It still angered her—she unconsciously stepped on the man beside her.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Hong felt real pain—this woman was wearing combat boots, the hard kind.

"Nothing. My anger's gone."

Liu Tianxian took a long breath—she felt much better.

Fang Hong was utterly baffled—she stepped on him because her anger wasn't gone? Why not step on herself? What nonsense!

Their movements were quiet; the theater was dark. No one noticed except Zhang Songwen and Guo Jinfei sitting beside them.

And those two weren't the type to meddle—they pretended not to see.

Next came the male best friend's quiet companionship, helping the female lead heal—a lighter tone than the first half.

Soon came the iconic scene where the male best friend scolds the scumbag.

"Let her go! What the hell, what the hell!"

"Have I ever told you to stop bothering me? You block me on the way to work, wait outside my door after work, and when I don't answer your calls, you switch to letters—you're downright old-fashioned."

"Threaten me? Crash my wedding? You've got the date wrong—today isn't our day. If it were, we'd definitely invite you. Today's someone else's big day. Why don't you call your parents and ask if this is appropriate?"

"You're full of shit! Are you fucking insane?" The jerk onscreen exploded.

This retort was incredibly satisfying; the little fairies in the audience watched with great excitement.

That's exactly how it should be—shred the jerk to pieces.

Some little fairies shifted in their seats, rubbing their backsides, as if they'd gotten wet.

One little fairy even waved her fist excitedly, as if she wanted to punch the jerk—nearly hitting the head of the viewer in front. That viewer, recognizing a fellow believer, let it slide.

We're all little fairies here—why should little fairies make life hard for other little fairies?

The heavy atmosphere in the theater lifted, replaced by a sense of catharsis.

The rest of the plot was chicken soup for the soul—the heroine healed herself with chicken soup and found love with her male best friend.

Perfectly suited to the female audience's taste: from heartbreak, to roasting the jerk, to drinking chicken soup for the soul—it basically turned their brains to mush.

As the movie's ending credits rolled, Fang Hong whispered to Zhang Songwen beside him: "Old Zhang, any schedule lined up for the new year?"

This nickname was a ridiculous thing to call him, but he could call him that—just wouldn't dare call Xiao Feifei that!

"You're joking. People like us don't have schedules—we show up whenever someone calls us to act," Zhang Songwen replied with a bitter smile.

(End of Chapter)