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Chapter 141 Remember to protect your voice these next few days, don't lose it!

Since Fu Zhuchen had already put it this way, Yan Zhuoyu naturally felt bad about disappointing him.

As soon as she returned to the villa, she locked herself in the home theater and started watching the movies on her watchlist one by one, without even preparing any food to pass the time.

The first film was titled "My Best Friend Made My Life".

Yan Zhuoyu found the film title rather uninteresting, but because of the new shortcomings in her acting career, she patiently continued watching without even turning on double speed.

As the video progress bar got shorter and shorter, her fists clenched tighter and tighter.

With only half a minute left in the film, the camera suddenly zooms in, focusing on the female lead.

Faced with her best friend who stole her inheritance and boyfriend, the female protagonist tearfully and magnanimously chose to forgive them, saying:

"It's okay, you're my best friend. We can't let interests blind us and forget those beautiful memories. And Ah Hao, breaking up doesn't require the other party's consent. I was too narrow-minded and kept bothering you. I wish you happiness!"

With that, the film came to a complete end, and cheerful background music began to play.

Yan Zhuoyu slammed her fist on the sofa in anger: "Damn it, what a terrible movie! I endured it until the very end, hoping you would get your revenge, but you just forgave them so easily, even though you're already being cheated on?"

She whispered through gritted teeth, "I will never forgive you!"

The projection screen went black for two seconds, then automatically switched to the second sci-fi movie on the list—"Flowers in the Ruins".

Yan Zhuoyu turned the video to 1.5x speed and watched it intently.

The special effects are superb, clearly a big-budget production. Although it hasn't won any awards at film festivals in recent years, it might just be a hidden gem...

Yan Zhuoyu remained speechless until the end of the film.

What a forced happy ending!

After watching four films in a row, Yan Zhuoyu not only failed to find the feeling of crying, but was also so angry that she wanted to rush into the screen and beat up all the people in the film.

Her phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting her thoughts.

Yan Zhuoyu took a deep breath, put on a perfect smile, and answered the phone.

"Hey, Sister Qiao, what's wrong?"

Qiao Xinyun's tone sounded very cheerful: "It's nothing serious, just a reminder that even though you're on holiday, don't let your guard down. There's a surprise night event on Tmall for Singles' Day that needs to be prepared in advance, so remember to take good care of your voice these next few days!"

Yan Zhuoyu was silent for two seconds, feeling that her manager's words were implying something.

"Don't worry, Sister Qiao, I'm still controlling my diet. I won't touch chili peppers or desserts."

"It's good that you know what you're doing. I trust you in this regard."

After finishing the business, Qiao Xinyun started chatting casually: "So what were you doing just now? I called you twice before you answered?"

Yan Zhuoyu turned the movie volume down a bit, her temples throbbing: "Ah, it's nothing, I just had a high blood pressure attack."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xinyun immediately became anxious: "What! You have high blood pressure at such a young age? That won't do, it will be very dangerous to be suspended by wires if your blood pressure is high!"

The movie was playing its end credits song, another forced happy ending with everything being forgiven.

Yan Zhuoyu switched the video call camera to the rear camera and pointed it at the screen for Qiao Xinyun to see.

"I was so angry because of the films that Director Fu recommended. They were full of scumbag men, weak women, and bratty kids. They made my blood pressure skyrocket!"

"He also told me to find inspiration from these movies, but now I not only have no inspiration, I'm so angry that my tear ducts are about to burst into flames."

Qiao Xinyun listened carefully to the end credits song, and after seeing the few actors who appeared briefly, she hesitated and said, "I feel like I've seen this movie recommended somewhere before, it feels very familiar."

"Wait a minute, let me look for it."

Yan Zhuoyu nodded, deleted the newly added movie from her watchlist, and randomly picked a highly rated and award-winning film to play.

Half a minute later, Qiao Xinyun chuckled twice.

"Found it! This blogger listed over a dozen movies, which highly overlap with the list Director Fu gave you. The only difference is that the blogger is warning people to avoid them; the title is 'If you don't like your friend, let them watch these five-star rubbish movies! They'll make them cry!'"

Yan Zhuoyu was speechless and choked with emotion: "..."

So that's what Director Fu meant by crying?

To put it roughly, Feng Xingsheng was, to some extent, so angry that he cried.

She felt a sense of powerlessness, as if her fists couldn't reach the screen to beat up the scumbag, while Feng Xingsheng also felt the same helplessness of being unable to take revenge.

"Forget it, I'll just pick some movies myself. I'll watch the ones Director Fu recommends, and I promise I'll make sure I take my blood pressure medication."

Qiao Xinyun nodded in agreement and suggested, "You should have already added Teacher Yu Xi's contact information, right? She was performing in a play recently, so she should be free now. I'll talk to her and see if we can arrange a second session of the course. You can also ask her if you have any questions; she likes you quite a bit."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Sister Qiao."

"I'll hang up now, I still have things to take care of."

After Qiao Xinyun finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Although Yan Zhuoyu was on vacation, Qiao Xinyun was still busy arranging business at the company.

The films she chose herself were clearly more normal, pet movies similar to "Hachi: A Dog's Tale," with plenty of natural tear-jerking moments.

Since returning home, Yan Zhuoyu has been holed up in the home theater watching movies, one after another.

She immersed herself in the film, putting herself in the protagonist's shoes, and thinking about how to better portray the character. She considered how she would express her emotions in that situation to bring the character to life.

Around 6:30 p.m., the housekeeper, Uncle Tian, ​​came over and knocked on the door with some concern.

"Madam, it's already 6:30 PM. What would you like for dinner?"

Yan Zhuoyu sat up from the sofa and opened the door.

The incandescent light in the corridor illuminated her alabaster face, her beautiful eyes looked as if they had been washed with water, her eyelids were red and swollen, and there was a hint of melancholy between her brows.

Her voice was choked with emotion, and her tone was thick with emotion: "Uncle Tian, ​​I won't eat tonight. It's going to rain soon, so you should all go home and rest early. Don't worry about me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Zhuoyu felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

The video room was dark, and she cried too unrestrainedly. Sometimes she was moved to tears by the emotions of the actors, and sometimes she just wanted to take the opportunity to vent her emotions.

The butler frowned.

The woman's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and she even gagged after speaking; she didn't look like she was alright at all.

Still worried, he advised, "Madam, you should eat something. I'll have the chef prepare something light."

Yan Zhuoyu shook her head; she had no appetite at the moment. "No need, thank you, Uncle Tian. I'll cook something for myself if I get hungry later."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Tian's expression froze.

He vaguely remembered that his wife seemed to only know how to cook instant noodles.

But he couldn't refuse Yan Zhuoyu, so he sighed and said, "Alright, then I'll have the chef prepare the meal and put it in the refrigerator for you. If you want to eat it later, just heat it up."

Yan Zhuoyu forced a smile: "Yes, thank you, Uncle Tian. Drive carefully."

The door to the home theater was closed again.

After an unknown amount of time, the film ended, and the room became unusually quiet, as did the outside.

Crying is also very tiring. In addition, Yan Zhuoyu did not rest after returning home. She had been filming on set day and night for the past few days, going up mountains and down into water, and was already exhausted.

Yan Zhuoyu felt her eyes were sore and tired, so she took out an eye patch to relieve the fatigue.

She lay on the sofa, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

The projector automatically shuts off after not receiving any commands for an extended period.

The phone, which was placed on the carpet, suddenly lit up and vibrated with an incoming call.

The person on the sofa was sleeping so soundly that they didn't notice anything.