Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 365; Reading scripts 7

They continued reading, the bloodline bond, the mark that connected them against their will, the pack’s betrayal, Cerys leading hunters to their door.

Kael fought them in silence, blood slicking the ground beneath his feet. When Aria tried to help, he roared, a sound that shook the trees, and his beast half tore through the dark.

"The action sequences would be intense," Tang Fei mused. "We’d need good CGI for the transformation scenes."

"Or practical effects," Huo Ting Cheng suggested. "More visceral."

She glanced at him. "You’re really getting into this."

"I’m providing quality control," he said smoothly. "As promised."

The ending brought them to the ocean, Kael wounded, Aria torn between guilt and determination, their marks merging into a single sigil that promised a new beginning.

"Now we start over. A world where Alphas don’t rule and Omegas don’t hide."

Her lips parted. "That sounds like a dream."

"Then let’s make it real," he said softly.

Tang Fei set the laptop down for a moment, thinking. "This one’s different from the others. More commercial, but there’s genuine emotion underneath. It’s not just about the supernatural elements, it’s about choosing your own fate instead of accepting the one you were born into."

"Survival and agency," Huo Ting Cheng agreed. "It could work. The supernatural market is strong right now."

"You think we should produce it?"

He considered. "If we can find the right director. Someone who can balance the fantasy elements with the emotional core. Otherwise, it’ll just be action sequences with no heart."

Tang Fei nodded, making a mental note. "One more script to go."

Script 6: The Pianist’s Promise

The final script opened with music, a concert, a woman at a piano, her comeback after tragedy.

The stage lights dimmed until only one spotlight remained, a pale circle cast over a black grand piano.

The audience held its breath.

Tang Fei felt Huo Ting Cheng’s attention sharpen immediately. Music. Performance. This hit different.

Elara Chen sat in that light, her long fingers hovering just above the keys. She wore a simple white gown, her hair tied loosely, the edges of her sleeves trembling slightly with each small breath.

This was supposed to be her comeback concert, after three years of silence, three years after the fire that destroyed her music academy, her hands, and her heart.

"Another fire," Huo Ting Cheng noted quietly.

"Seems to be a theme with these writers," Tang Fei murmured.

They read through the revelation, Lian, the composer presumed dead, appearing in the rain. The flashback to the academy burning. The government conspiracy that turned music into a weapon.

"It affects people," he said quietly. "Emotionally. Physically. They call it resonance conditioning."

Elara’s voice shook. "You’re saying your music... controls people?"

"It changes them," he said. "And now they want you to perform it."

"Psychological thriller," Huo Ting Cheng said, and Tang Fei could hear the approval in his voice. "With romance as the emotional anchor. This is sophisticated."

"It’s heartbreaking," Tang Fei whispered as they read the final scene, Elara and Lian at the abandoned concert hall, playing their last piece together, breaking the resonance code but destroying her hands in the process.

"Don’t cry," she whispered faintly. "You promised we’d finish it."

He held her tighter, his tears falling into her hair. "We did," he said. "And they’ll never use our music again."

Tang Fei was crying again by the end, and this time Huo Ting Cheng didn’t tease her. He just held her, his chin resting on top of her head, giving her time to process.

"It’s beautiful," she finally managed. "It’s about art as resistance. Love as defiance. The idea that even when they take everything from you, they can’t take what you create together."

"It’s also expensive," Huo Ting Cheng said practically, but his voice was gentle. "Concert hall settings, period flashbacks, the resonance technology effects. This is a high-budget production."

"But worth it." Tang Fei turned in his arms to face him fully, "This could be our prestige piece. The one that shows we’re not just here to make money, we’re here to tell stories that matter."

He studied her face, tear-stained, passionate, absolutely convinced. And something in his expression softened completely.

"Then we’ll make it," he said simply. "All five of them, if that’s what you want."

Tang Fei’s breath caught. "All five?"

"You love them all. I can see it in your face." His thumb brushed across her cheek, catching a stray tear. "And when you love something, you fight for it, That’s who you are."

She stared at him, something warm and dangerous blooming in her chest.

"Besides," he continued, his tone lightening slightly, "if we’re entering the entertainment industry, we might as well do it properly. Five strong projects, diverse genres, different markets. We’ll dominate multiple demographics."

"Ever the businessman," Tang Fei said, but she was smiling through her tears.

"Someone has to balance out your bleeding heart." He pulled her closer. "You choose the stories. I’ll make sure we have the resources to tell them right."

Tang Fei leaned her forehead against his, her hands coming up to frame his face. "Thank you."

"Don’t thank me yet," he murmured. "Thank me when they’re all finished and successful."

"They will be," she said with absolute certainty. "Because they’re stories about survival and love and choosing to bloom even when the world tries to burn you down." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And I understand that better than most."

Huo Ting Cheng’s eyes searched hers, and she knew he heard the weight beneath her words, the secret she couldn’t quite share, the truth about borrowed time and second chances.

"Then let’s make something beautiful," he said softly. "Together."

And there, on the carpet of the audition room, surrounded by scripts and dreams and the chaos of a company being born, they made a promise.

To tell stories that mattered.

To create art that healed.

To build something that would outlast them both. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Six scripts.