Sweet Wife in My Arms

“Rules are rules. We take the terms and conditions seriously, and we hope that you would do the same.”

Su Muran’s face darkened. She stole a peek at Yan Huan, who had shouldered her backpack and stood up by now.

This rankled Su Muran. She wouldn’t even have come to this nasty place if it were not for Yan Huan’s attendance; she wanted to challenge her. She was sure that a noble lady from the Su Family wouldn’t lose out to this woman.

Man Vs. Wild had consistently been the most viewed show in China, so the producers only invited the most well-known actors and movie stars. Doubtless, a ton of actors wanted to be in this show.

Yan Huan was chosen by the producers. As for Su Muran, she obviously had to use her own methods to be in the show. However, she regretted the decision a little after joining. What a trash show, she thought, asking me to traverse up and down the mountain with this huge backpack.

She wanted to give up even before the start of the show. However, forfeiting wasn’t an option now. If she forfeited, she would be shaming herself. She had to grit her teeth and bear with it.

The camera closed up on every challenger.

Yan Huan turned, waving and smiling at the camera. Her elegant looks made her look even prettier without makeup. In the acting sphere, there wasn’t another actress who looked even better with no makeup on. Yan Huan was the rare exception. She was born with beautiful features. Makeup gave her features a more chiseled look, but that’s about it. Without makeup, she had the amiable beauty of a girl-next-door.

“Huanhuan! It’s my Huanhuan!” said Yi Ling, pulling Ruolin’s sleeves hard, pointing at the television with a prideful look on her face. “I’m my Huanhuan’s diehard fan! How can my Huanhuan be so pretty, even without makeup?”

Ruo Lin agreed. Fang Huan was young and naturally beautiful, so she looked very pretty without makeup. This show would make her more well-known. It was good exposure all around.

The challengers, having shouldered their backpacks, set off.

Yan Huan had been traveling a lot for the past months, so this level of weight was tolerable for her. However, the long-distance journey made even her begin to sweat.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeves. This made her realize why the director kept emphasizing on no makeup. At the rate they were sweating, it was impossible to fix their makeup in time. Plus, they weren’t going to stop, so there wasn’t time for them to fix their makeup anyway.

Yan Huan looked around at the others. Most of them were also starting to sweat. However, for the past years, she had taken on many roles as extras or stunt doubles, rushing from one set to the other. She had always been racing with time. Therefore, the one thing she had trained over the years was her stamina. Therefore, hiking wasn’t very tiring for her.

The two men were probably gym rats too. She knew that was true for Uncle. They were good friends. Of course, the role ‘Uncle’ only became popular after The Uncle and The Flower had aired. In a sense, Yan Huan was the one that made Zhou Zizhe rise in popularity. She knew a thing or two about his background too— he used to be in the army as an infanteer. In the army, they had to run a few kilometers while carrying weights, so what they were doing now wasn’t tough for him. However, the other three were starting to have a hard time.

Song Xihua was a real looker with white, tender skin. At this rate, the sun will tan him beyond recognition. Fang Ying was starting to feel dizzy.

“I can’t,” she gasped, stopping and doubling over. “I can’t walk anymore. I’m exhausted.”

Yan Huan looked to Su Muran in the front. Initially, she thought a well-born lady like her would be the first to stop. Turns out it was Fang Ying.

Su Muran was a cruel person; cruel to others, but also cruel to herself. Therefore, her later success wasn’t a mere coincidence. She couldn’t have laid down those traps if she wasn’t smart.

How could a person from the Su Family be stupid? It wouldn’t make sense, would it?

The Su Family spent years scheming against the Ye Family. In her past life, they managed to devour the Ye Family. In this life, their schemes had failed and backfired. However, what Su Muran could rob from the Ye Family in the future remains unknown.

“I need a break, please,” said Fang Ying. She was feeling dizzy. She took down her bag, tossed it on the ground, and laid against it, preparing to sleep.

“Let’s take a break then. We have been walking for nearly two hours,” agreed Zhou Zizhe. His stamina was good since he was once a soldier, but that didn’t apply to the others. He was aware that Yan Huan had good stamina too, since they have collaborated in The Uncle and The Flower. They had covered a long distance for the day.

Impassive, Song Xihua found a tree and sat against. Leaning back, he huddled up. Soon, his slow and rhythmic breathing could be heard. Su Muran also set down her bag. As she turned around, the camera focused on her face. “Pfft!” Zhou Zizhe spat out the water he was drinking.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, turning to the side. He said nothing, but his shoulders kept shaking.

Su Muran had no idea what he was laughing about. She wiped a hand across her face; no matter how waterproof her makeup was, it was impossible for it to last at the rate she was sweating. Fascara fell from her eyelashes to her cheek. Without noticing, she wiped it off. On the other side, mascara was still on her other eyelash. Her rouge had spread to her forehead with the rub, her lipstick smudged all over her face.

The director wouldn’t give Su Muran a chance to fix her makeup and have a retake. This was a realistic show, and every frame was shot at random. No matter how you looked, the show will present you realistically.

The camera shifted to Yan Huan. Yan Huan looked up. Perspiration had beaded on her forehead, her skin fair as usual. She held a fist at the camera.

I’ll give it my best!

The director was very pleased with Yan Huan’s performance. After filming the rest of the party, he sat down to rest with the other actors. Yan Huan opened her backpack and took out a blanket, spreading it over herself. Then, remembering Fang Ying who was sleeping like a dead pig, she used the blanket to cover her instead.