Because of GD's high regard for Kyung-ri, the best talent was used in the casting, directing, and screenwriting of this drama.

The script underwent repeated revisions and is the version that everyone is most satisfied with.

The entire afternoon was spent reading the script together.

When the meeting finally ended, Xiao Qi walked up to Jing Li, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I'm really looking forward to our scenes together. Do your best, and don't let me down, Teacher Jing!"

He pronounced the last three words with profound meaning.

His mockery was obvious. Jing Li, this pretty face, was completely unworthy of the title "Teacher Jing." For her, those three words were the greatest irony.

"Look forward to it, Young Master Xiao."

Without getting angry after being provoked, Jing Li calmly said.

She would never give anyone the chance to trample her underfoot!

It was true before, it is true now, and it will be true in the future...

When Fei Mo returned to the Pear Garden, Jing Li was watching a play.

What she was watching wasn't a romantic idol drama, but a violent gunfight movie about triads.

'Bang bang bang—'

When Fei Mo came closer, a gunfight involving double-crossing was playing on the screen, and the scene was extremely bloody and violent.

Jing Li stared coldly at the screen, her gaze very similar to that of the male lead in the drama who was blinded by rage, making people tremble with fear.

"Wife?"

Feeling uneasy, Fei Mo called out softly.

"You're back?"

Jing Li quickly recovered and chuckled, grabbing the potato chips she had been restricting for so long and continuing to crunch them.

"If your brother sees you eating these puffed snacks late at night, I reckon he'll be so angry he'll have a stroke."

He ruffled her hair, then opened his mouth and snatched the half-eaten potato chip from her, teasing her.

"If he sees that we're both committing crimes, can we just be sent straight to the crematorium?"

Jing Li giggled, but her eyes remained glued to the screen.

Her situation...is not quite right.

"So beautiful? My boyfriend came back and didn't even glance at me..."

Fei Mo pouted slightly and said coquettishly.

"Hmm...not bad, it reminded me of some things from a long time ago."

Slightly narrowing her eyes, Jing Li pressed the pause button, lazily stretched, and leaned back onto Fei Mo's lap.

"Happy or unhappy?"

Raising an eyebrow, Fei Mo proactively stuffed a potato chip into his own mouth, then bent down to feed it to his dear girlfriend.

"Thinking back to my first forced growth... it must be a precious memory for me..."

Jing Li took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, deepening and intensifying the kiss; her actions were full of suggestive meaning.

"Sweetie, stop teasing me, I'm going to take a shower first..."

"No, I want to do it now... I'll have to take another shower later anyway."

With a slightly hoarse voice, Jing Li giggled and rolled over face down.

Really...

That devilish fairy!

Fei Mo let out a muffled groan.

The fire, hastily lit, burned very brightly.

The two finally fell asleep, exhausted, at 3 a.m.

Not long after falling asleep, Jing Li had a rare dream about the night before she transmigrated into the book, when she was forced to grow up.

In the messy, old alley, she hid in a garbage can that could suffocate people, her mouth tightly covered by the young Si Fei. She trembled all over, her eyes bloodshot, as the uncles who had watched her grow up collapsed one after another.

Blood splattered, but was quickly washed away by the heavy rain. Puddles of liquid gathered on the dark ground, making it impossible to tell whether there was more rainwater or blood.