That's Not How You Say Thank You to Your Husband
It took three days for Yang Xinyu to pull himself back. The memory of his mother's slumped dead body on the chair was forever etched in his mind. It was something even time could never erase. He spent all his time with Wu Lina and joined office after that weekend.
A month had passed and Wu Lina had entered her sixth month. Her movie production was going well, and it was nearing end. Only a few shots had to be taken after which the movie was supposed to be handed to the editor.
In the meanwhile Yang Fangxu's movie was also finishing. It was a magnum opera kind of a historical movie with very flamboyant cast and costumes. Yang Fangxu had worked very hard for it. She had hired the best music artists in the industry for the background music.
Both the production companies had already announced their release date. The promos were going strong and the countdown had almost begun. People had started comparing the two movies, as they knew the history behind it.