I Transmigrated As A Villain's Mother

485 Deleting Scenes

Lu Jie scratched his head, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes lit up.

…

Song Ci had been filming for more than half a month. The next scene involved Mi Qiang, Mi Xiaoxue, and Huang Su. They were on the road, looking for Mi Lai. During this journey, Mi Qiang had a fierce quarrel with Mi Xiaoxue. The latter was dissatisfied with his laziness. In the end, Huang Su had to meditate. Fortunately, both of them made up.

Wu Chengfei and Song Ci practiced their lines.

“Little Song, what’s wrong? You’re not acting like usual. Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to rest for a while?”

Wu Chengfei sounded concerned.

Song Ci shook her head. She was fine, but the lines felt off.

Wu Chengfei thought that Song Ci was being modest.

“Are you too embarrassed to take a break? Don’t worry about such things.”

“No. These lines just bug me. Would Mi Xiaoxue be so open about her feelings?”

Wu Chengfei pondered for a moment.

‘She’s right. Mi Xiaoxue is not an emotional person. Why would she quarrel so intensely? This doesn’t make sense.’

Song Ci could not help but frown.

“Mi Xiaoxue’s character has changed too much during this scene.”

“But if you manage to pull it off, it’ll show your acting skills.”

Song Ci did not care about that. She would not destroy a character for her own well-being.

“Brother Wu, can I talk to the editor to delete this part?”

Wu Chengfei did not have any objections. As the male lead, he already had many scenes. Lessening one would not affect him. The same could not be said for Song Ci.

“If you’re insistent, you can talk to the scriptwriter. Think about it carefully though. The audience tends to prefer explosive performances. Deleting this scene will only put you at a disadvantage.”

Song Ci nodded.

“I know, but I still think it’s better to get rid of it.”

“Then go ahead and talk to the scriptwriter.”

“Okay.”

Song Ci quickly went to find the head scriptwriter, Sun Men.

Unfortunately, Sun Men was occupied. She told Song Ci to find Shi Mingyu instead, who was also one of the scriptwriters.

Song Ci knocked on Shi Mingyu’s door.

“Yes?”

Song Ci said politely, “Are you Shi Mingyu? I’m Song Ci. There’s a scene that I think isn’t very suitable. Scriptwriter Sun Men is busy, so she asked me to find you.”

Shi Mingyu smiled. He was already in his thirties, but he looked like a university student.

“I know you. Come in and talk.”

Song Ci entered Shi Mingyu’s small but clean room. There was a laptop on the table next to a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Shi Mingyu took his glasses and put them on. Then, he looked at the script.

Song Ci was still standing.

“I’m sorry. There’s no sofa here. Miss Song, do you mind sitting on the bed?”

“Sure.”

Song Ci sat on the bed.

“So, what’s the problem?”

“Here.”

Song Ci pointed to the specific scene.