Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 244 "The Vanished Her" (Part 2)
The upturned eyeliner outlined a charming curve, and the dark red lipstick made her skin appear even more pale and cool.

What's most surprising is the charm she exudes in every gesture. The red umbrella in her hands seems to come alive. When the edge of the umbrella is lifted slightly, raindrops drip down the ribs onto He Fei's shoulder, like a meticulously designed performance.

"This girl's got something special." Yang Mi tilted her head slightly and whispered to Liu Shishi beside her, "She has such an innocent face, but she's so captivating when she plays a femme fatale."

Her fingertips tapped the armrest of the seat unconsciously. "Especially that look in her eyes, look at the way she looks at Gu Yang..."

Liu Shishi crossed her legs gracefully, and upon hearing this, simply smiled faintly: "It's alright."

She pursed her lips, her voice soft yet firm, "If I were to act in it..."

Before she could finish speaking, the screen cut to a close-up of Zhou Ye. As she reached out to help He Fei, her sleeve slipped down, revealing a hideous scar. Yet, her eyes held a sharp edge hidden beneath her concern.

"At least his eyes are more powerful than hers."

Liu Shishi gently straightened her skirt, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather, "The key to this kind of role is to hide a knife in gentleness."

She slightly raised her chin. "Look at her expression now, she's still too outgoing."

Yang Mi raised an eyebrow, observing her friend's profile with great interest: "Oh, is our Teacher Shi itching to show off her skills?"

She deliberately lowered her voice, "But to be honest, this little girl is really talented... and her temperament is a bit like yours!"

At this moment, Zhou Ye on the screen was leaning over He Fei and whispering something in his ear, his red lips almost touching his earlobe.

Her fingers, painted with black nail polish, lightly traced the back of his neck. Despite the intimate gesture, her gaze was as cold as if she were looking at a dead man.

Several suppressed gasps suddenly came from the back row.

Liu Shishi frowned slightly: "It's still a bit lacking."

She adjusted her posture. "At times like this, we should..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Ye on the screen suddenly looked up and stared directly at the camera, a half-smile playing on his lips. The calculation and mockery in his eyes silenced the entire theater instantly.

Yang Mi suddenly grabbed Liu Shishi's wrist: "That look!" she whispered excitedly, "Absolutely amazing!"

Liu Shishi paused for a moment, stared at the screen in silence for a few seconds, and finally nodded slightly: "...Indeed, it's good."

Although his tone remained calm, his eyes had become serious.

She leaned forward slightly and began to observe Zhou Ye's every subtle expression intently.

When the first scene of Chen Mai, played by Tian Xiwei, appeared on the screen, several audience members in the back row exclaimed "Eh!" in unison.

This appearance was so unexpected.

There was no sleek office, no crisp business suits.

On a sunny Southeast Asian street, a rider wearing a black helmet slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of He Fei, who was fleeing in a disheveled state.

When she took off her helmet and tossed her long hair, the close-up shot revealed eyes so sharp they seemed capable of dissecting a lie.

"Top lawyer Chen Mai." She handed over her business card, her voice as dry as the desert wind. "Specializing in complex international cases."

This opening caused several professionals in the film critics' section to exchange glances.

Unlike the elite image of a man holding a coffee cup in traditional legal dramas, Chen Mai, portrayed by Tian Xiwei, possesses a wild vitality.

The way she straddled the motorcycle, the way she slightly raised her chin when she spoke, and even the casual way she lit the cigarette He Fei offered her—all of these conveyed the same message: she was a woman with a strong personality!

"Look at her hands," Xiao Yanzi suddenly whispered to Huang Xiaomin beside her.

The camera zooms in on Tian Xiwei as she organizes the case files. Her slender fingers move nimbly between the documents, her nails are short and neatly trimmed, without any extra decorations, except for a simple plain ring.

"This is based on details researched from real lawyers."

As the plot unfolds, Tian Xiwei's performance becomes increasingly brilliant.

In the dimly lit hotel room, she flipped through the documents while firing off a barrage of questions: "You said your wife went missing on June 15th, so why do the hotel records show she was still using her room key on June 18th?"

When cold sweat beaded on He Fei's forehead, played by Gu Yang, she suddenly leaned forward, the reflection of her glasses obscuring her eyes, leaving only a dangerous smile: "Mr. He, my commission is expensive, but the price of lying is even higher."

As the scene ended, a suppressed gasp rippled through the audience. Wu Jing remarked to Xie Nan, "The sense of distance was perfectly captured; it maintained professionalism while subtly conveying a threat."

Indeed, Tian Xiwei maintained a delicate balance throughout her performance.

The lawyer's composure and the investigator's covert pressure.

The story begins to take a turn.

Gu Yang perfectly portrayed the madness of a gambler.

His trembling fingers tapped on the gambling table, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with each bet.

When Shen Man, played by Tian Xiwei, threw the debt certificate in front of him, his originally handsome face suddenly twisted, and he instantly transformed from a gentle and refined husband into a hysterical beast.

"She deserves it!"

The roar was like a sharp blade slicing through the silence.

Liu Haochun unconsciously gripped the armrest of the seat, her fingernails almost digging into the leather.

"Oh my god..." she murmured softly, looking at the completely unfamiliar He Fei on the screen. His eyes, which had been gentle and tender just moments before, were now filled with malice.

Is this all the acting he's capable of?

The truth about the deep-sea cage was revealed on a stormy night.

The screen was submerged in the deep blue sea, and the figure of Zhen Li Muzi, played by Zhang Jingyi, struggling in the iron cage was heartbreakingly beautiful.

Her pounding on the railing went from intense to slow, finally settling on that unfinished cry for help.

Amidst her drifting hair, her gaze gradually unfocused. Watching He Fei's departing figure, she revealed a relieved smile.

Zhao Liying's sobs were particularly clear in the darkness.

She wiped away her tears haphazardly, but couldn't stop them. "It's too cruel..."

This choked-up accusation expressed the feelings of everyone.

Wang Changtian leaned back heavily in his chair, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples, as if that could erase the look of despair in his eyes.

The moment Tian Xiwei took off her glasses, gasps filled the entire IMAX theater.

She is no longer the capable lawyer Chen, but the vengeful Shen Man.

Behind the glasses, her eyes burned with a cold fury, but her voice was as soft as a sea breeze: "Look closely, I am Shen Man."

Startled, Yang Chaoyue grabbed Meng Ziyi's arm; both girls' hands were equally cold.

The psychological warfare escalated with the scenes set in a mental hospital.

Tian Xiwei guided He Fei's every confession like a puppeteer until he broke down and shouted "Mosha Lighthouse".

At that moment, all the audience members held their breath, as if they themselves had become accomplices in this revenge.

The final judgment came unexpectedly.

When Tian Xiwei showed him the ultrasound image, Gu Yang's performance was textbook perfect.

He first stared wide-eyed in disbelief, then burst into maniacal laughter, but suddenly froze mid-laugh.

The tear that slid down her contorted face revealed the true nature of her remorse to everyone.

“He wasn’t crying for his wife,” Little Swallow’s voice was hoarse, “but for the unborn child.”

Huang Xiaomin nodded silently, the reflection from the screen shimmering on his glasses, concealing the shock in his eyes.

When the end credits rolled, no one rushed to leave.

In the 800-seat theater, only the sounds of tissues being pulled out and heavy sighs could be heard.

(End of this chapter)