Chapter 23.3 – Wronged
Crew members on the set were shocked by the director’s roar, they all stopped their work and looked at Su Yan.
Strange eyes burned her face like clusters of fireworks. Su Yan was extremely embarrassed and wronged to the extreme, her eyes turned sour, but she knew that she couldn’t cry, and crying would be even more embarrassing, so she clenched her hands tightly allowing the nails to embed deeply into the flesh of her palms. She used the pain to resist the urge to cry.
Screenwriter surnamed Wang, glanced at Su Yan coldly. “It is important to have self-knowledge. I have seen a lot of small screenwriters like you who don’t know the heights of the sky and the earth. After writing two or three scripts, they feel that they are the best in the world. Actually, it’s not as good as bullshit. Disgusting people don’t know their level!”
Su Yan was angry and aggrieved by those yin and yang theories, she took a deep breath and to maintain her composure, speaking neither humble nor overbearing and said, “Director Wu, we four worked together to make this script for three months. I know that no one is perfect, and the script cannot be perfect everywhere. I can accept criticism and correct the imperfection of the script. However, it is unacceptable for me to transfer the heroine’s play to the second female lead, which not only destroys the outline but also destroys the character design, which is destroying the script and the work.”
Director Wu patiently listened to Su Yan this time and then asked blankly, “Are you finished? Pack up your things and get out of here, and don’t even think about messing around in this industry in the future.”
Su Yan: ” …”
The screenwriter surnamed Wang: “Oh, some small screenwriter, who doesn’t even know her level. Who do you think you are?”
Tears rolled into the eye sockets, and Su Yan gritted her teeth again. “Even if you fire me and block me, my attitude will not change, the script just can’t be changed like this!”
Director Wu said viciously, “Get out!”
If there was no background or connections it was hard to survive in the entertainment industry, and Su Yan was aware of this, but when things happened to her, she still found it hard to accept.
She bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, using the pain to push back the feeling of grievance and humiliation, and gave the director a last look with stubborn and unyielding eyes, then turned and left.
As soon as she stepped out of the awning, she felt tingling in her head, face, neck and arms. But this tingling sensation not only came from the scorching sun above her head, but also from the eyes of the people around her.
She hated the look of sympathy mixed with gloating or disapproval, because this kind of look could instantly remind her of that nightmare wedding.
Shame, embarrassment, grievance, anger and other negative emotions rushed into her heart in an instant, but she was powerless. She could only order herself not to cry, it would be embarrassing to cry in public, and she would only be laughed at.
Su Yan just wanted to leave the set quickly, just like she escaped from the wedding that day, and cried loudly when she escaped to a corner where no one was around.
However, before taking five steps, Su Yan froze suddenly, because a tall man suddenly appeared on the set.
The man was wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans.
His appearance also caused a commotion, the crowd cast inquiring glances at him one after another, as if some top male model had come to join the scene.
Bai Xingfan found Su Yan in the crowd at a glance, slightly bent his eyes, walked towards her step by step, and gently opened his lips, “Miss Su, long time no see.”
Su Yan stared blankly at Bai Xingfan, her eyes became more and more sore, and the grievances in her heart flooded inexplicably, like a kindergarten child who was bullied finally saw her parents, and finally couldn’t bear it anymore, and cried “Wow”.
