<h4>Chapter 557: Su Muran Did Not Perform The Dance Herself</h4>


    He used his phone to dial a video call.


    The call was answered and Yan Huan waved to him.


    “Did you drink the milk?”


    Lu Yi smiled tenderly, just like ice melting in early spring, chilly and warm yet refreshing. He turned his phone the other way round, filming the ss on the table and theptop which was already shut.


    “Yes, of course, I did,”


    He drank two sses a day for nearly a year. If he did not drink it, he would feel uneasy.


    Yan Huan kissed her phone as if she was kissing Lu Yi’s face, then she turned her face. Lu Yi was still not used to it, but he brushed an airy kiss anyway.


    He would not have dreamt of himself doing something so childish back then, but he actually did it now and was not tired of it.


    Yan Huan had been sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, waiting for Lu Yi’s call. She was worried he might be too busy, so she did not call him.


    “We have to go to many ces to promote this time, so I bought a lot of things along the way. They’re all local specialties, so remember to bring them to mum and dad.”


    “I know.” Lu Yi ced his phone on the desk and prepared for a bath. He took off his shirt, exposing sturdy, clear muscles on his upper body. He had a great body and his V-lines were extremely attractive.


    “I’m going to shower.” Lu Yi turned his body, swiping the phone screen as though he was caressing Yan Huan’s face, then turned and pulled open the bathroom door. The sshing sound of running water could be heard.


    “Can see but can’t touch,” Yan Huan pursed her lips, lying on the nket and gnawed its corners. There was only her alone in the hotel. They were there to promote the film and although the agenda was arranged by thepany, the conditions were much better than during the shooting.


    She stared at the phone without looking away, but as she stared she became sleepy. Rubbing her eyes, sheid t on the pillow, and eventually fell asleep.


    When Lu Yi was done bathing and came out, he saw that Yan Huan had already fallen asleep, her tiny face sticking to the nket, seemingly in a deep sleep.


    He ended the video call on his phone and redialled.


    Suddenly, Yan Huan was woken up by a burst of music and sat up.


    She hurriedly scooped up her phone and ced it by her ear, her voice hoarse, rubbing her eyes. So tired.


    “Have you showered?” Lu Yi asked Yan Huan.


    “Mhm,” Yan Huanid down again. She had taken a bath a long time ago and was about to sleep.


    “Be obedient and go to sleep, tuck in.”


    Lu Yi instructed again, “Don’t look at your phone anymore, alright?”


    “Mhm, I know,” Yan Huan yawned. She was indeed tired, even her eyesight was blurry.


    “Goodnight, dear husband.” sheid down, bidding goodnight.


    “Mhm, goodnight,” Lu Yi waited for Yan Huan to hang up once he had said that.


    Not long after, the sound of phone call disconnection was heard. Only then Lu Yiid down, pulled up his nket and murmured another ‘Goodnight’.


    The night passed in such serenity.


    Yan Huan woke up at 6:00 in the morning. She changed into her sports attire, about to jog outside. Then, she recalled she was staying in a hotel; there was no ce for her to jog. If she went out, Luo Lin would be unhappy.


    Fine then. She better stayed in the room. She grabbed her phone, sat down and looked through it.


    She came across thetest entertainment news. She often took notice of these because she was an insider. The entertainment news was not exactly true all the time.


    You can’t take it too seriously, but if you want to know the trend of the entertainment circle, you have to get it from here.


    Some will get even more famous.


    Some will be wanting to get famous.


    Some are just infamous.


    It turned out that Su Muran was not the dancer for the amazing dance in When the Song Ends.


    Yan Huan was stunned for a second. How was this leaked? She tapped open this news. A video was published, the raw footage with crew members alongside, followed by a photo that revealed her face.


    Although the video was not very clear, it was still clear that the actual actress who danced was not Su Muran, but Yan Huan.


    Su Muran did not reveal that she employed a stunt double on purpose back then because she wanted to make aeback with this dance.


    Indeed, the dance added merits to her, at least this time she was notpletely suppressed. She still had her own eye-catching points that were up to the rest to find out on their own.


    However, those once eye-catching points of hers now gave her a nice hard blow on the face.


    Yan Huan was really tempted to ask, Does your face hurt, Miss Su?


    On the other hand, Su Muran’s side was in chaos.


    “Who asked you to publish that footage?” Su Muran was so enraged that she wanted to kill the video editor in front of her. “Didn’t I tell you not to leak any unprocessed footage? What, do you think my words are like a fart? Who asked you to leak it? Are you aware that you’ll kill me?”


    This time her face was pped so hard that it was swollen and painful. If it persisted, her reputation would be worse and no one would like her anymore. It would be increasingly difficult for her to make aeback in the future.


    It had been fine. Though her acting skills were mediocre, she was not that bad, but because of this footage, she felt that all her efforts were wasted.


    D*mb, st*pid, what an oafish.


    However, the video editor was innocent.


    He did not do anything; he really did not.


    “Miss Su, I didn’t publish this.”


    “You didn’t publish this? Did a ghost publish it then?” Su Muran turned her body around, her ear-piercing voice was like needles, prickling the editor’s eardrum. The voice was like a high-pitched noise that made others feel ufortable.


    “It really wasn’t me,” The video editor wanted to cry, but there were no tears to shed. How nuts or d*mb or st*pid were he to publish footage like this, especially after Su Muran had warned him?


    Su Muran was so furious that she wanted to beat him up, but what was that going to help at all? Her reply at that time was vague; besides, no response came from Yan Huan, so she was confident and pretended that she had danced it. She was supposed to dance anyway. If it had not been her foot’s injury, that Yandy would not even get the chance.


    She seemed to have forgotten the reason behind her injury. It was not an ident, but an incident she staged on purpose.


    This era was a knowledge-based era. Now that the footage had been leaked and made known to the Inte, no matter how many mouths she wanted to stuff up, she could not shut them all.