But in the end, the woman discovered that this man loved her husband even more. The inequality in love enraged her.
She actually killed that man!
A love story that began with romance ended in bloodshed. Qin Miaomiao felt like her worldview was shattered after watching it.
"ow ow ow, every artist must rise above the story itself. What you’ve shot has plenty of gimmicks, your filming techniques and storytelling are adequate, but it lacks depth. What is it that you truly want to express when making movies?"
Joanna’s words made her sink into deep thought.
The movie she shot was far inferior compared to her previous work, "Reincarnation."
This film was filled with too many elents aid at pleasing the market and the masses. It was too noisy and had lost the essence of cinema.
"Qiao, thank you."
She needed to calm down and think hard about what she truly wanted to create.
Joanna tilted her head to look at her, a certain glimr flashing in her eyes, and she narrowed her eyes with a sly smile: "Grateful to ? How about giving yourself to as thanks?"
"Stop fooling around."
"If not giving yourself, how about a kiss and a hug?"
Before she could say another word, a small knife flew straight toward Joanna!
She caught the fruit knife with pinpoint accuracy and frowned, saying:
"ow ow ow, this man of yours is too rough. You’d better replace him quickly."
Lu Qing walked slowly over and looked at her sitting on the bed, her body leaning closely against Qin Miaomiao’s. His face darkened a few shades:
"Don’t force to draw my gun."
"Oh? You’re resorting to guns? Bring it on, then! Who’s afraid of who?"
Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but interrupt: "There’s a patient here. Are you two sure you want to start a fight?"
"Fine, out of respect for ow ow ow, I won’t argue with you."
She said this, but then turned around and hugged her. This soft and warm person—how much she wanted to possess her—but alas, she didn’t love her back.
She walked out, the door closed, and George stood outside, raising his eyebrow at her:
"Still not giving up?"
"I’m sinking deeper and deeper."
"Foolish. Young Master Lu cares deeply for his wife. You have no chance."
Joanna shot him a sideways glance: "Lu Qing isn’t the problem. At worst, I could just kill him. What I care about is ow ow ow. She loves that man. I could kill him, but I can’t erase his presence in her heart. Besides, I don’t want her to hate because of it."
George let out a mocking laugh: "You’re actually afraid of sothing? I thought you feared nothing. This isn’t like you. Is that woman really so exceptional? How about I find you a few top-tier beauties to play with?"
Joanna looked at him as if he were an idiot and said indifferently:
"Who said I like won? You can keep those won for yourself."
"You don’t like them? That woman, then...?"
"I just happened to fall in love with her, that’s all."
George frowned in confusion and couldn’t help but ask: "What’s so special about her? From what I see, she’s decent-looking and her figure’s alright, but there’s nothing significantly different about her compared to other won."
A faint smile appeared on Joanna’s face:
"She understands my feelings yet doesn’t avoid like I’m a plague. She still treats like a friend, chatting, talking, even watching movies together. As long as I don’t cross the line and exceed what friendship allows, she indulges . Her warmth is sothing I desperately desire and refuse to destroy."
"Really? I don’t see it. Feels more like she’s put a spell on you."
Joanna decided not to waste any more words with this idiot. There’s always soone who would rather hurt themselves than harm her.
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