The most difficult part for a new program is the initial period when it's unknown and needs to generate impressive data and buzz to satisfy sponsors and title sponsors.

However, this was due to GR's exclusive sponsorship, which was backed by their deep pockets.

The production team wasn't under as much pressure or burdened.

But with impressive data, the production team is naturally happy and proud. Workplace competition is always a zero-sum game, and the infighting within the TV station has never stopped.

There are plenty of people, both openly and secretly, who can't stand seeing others enjoying great success.

Jiang Yue's luck kept getting better and better. Even though her colleagues at the TV station were seething with hatred, they had to swallow their anger.

The more people envy her, the more popular she becomes.

Even though they keep making underhanded moves online, constantly releasing fake news about her, it doesn't really harm her. On the contrary, it becomes the foundation for her to solidify and manipulate her fanbase, making those who secretly do these dirty tricks look like clowns.

After several attempts, they all lost heart.

They can only whisper among themselves in small groups, saying some sour little things.

Did she really not buy ratings?

I also suspect that she married a good husband who is so rich that buying ratings with a flick of her finger wouldn't be difficult for her.

[Our team just canceled a show last week; the ratings plummeted, and the sponsors just disappeared. It's so frustrating.]

[I'm even considering becoming Jiang Yue's simp. Anyway, her temper isn't that bad anymore, so I can just put up with it.]

【Oh? You've fallen.】

So be it, let money corrupt you.

[I told her not to get too cocky. Who knows how long her success will last? Besides, her husband gave her a lot of sponsorship money this time. If I were on the production team, I wouldn't feel any pressure either. Even if it flops, it won't be a big deal.]

[Damn, I'm so envious. There's a reason she can be so arrogant.]

Once they start whispering in the group, it never stops.

Incidentally, she mentioned something that happened several years ago, around the time when Jiang Yue had just joined the TV station. Every day, she would have her family driver bring her a limited-edition sports car to work, like a flamboyant oddball.

That's fine.

I was in a bad mood and got into an argument with a colleague.

When things didn't go well with the show, she would argue with the station's leaders, grabbing her multi-million dollar crocodile Himalayan handbag and smashing it on their desks without a second thought, sneering, "Go ahead and fire me if you dare."

“My husband has spent a lot on advertising this quarter.”

Mentioning this incident again, these people have something to say: "Back then, Jiang Yue and her husband's relationship wasn't as good as it is now. Look at how arrogantly she could slam her fist on the table when she was just a paper tiger; now she's even more likely to ride roughshod over the station director."

[Holy crap, Himalaya just smashed things like that, the order fulfillment must have been worth tens of millions.]

【You're out of touch. This kind of customer doesn't need any more orders.】

This happened several years ago.

Even if Jiang Yue were asked to recall it herself, she might not be able to remember it. However, no matter how confidential the group message is, it cannot be kept secret.

There was this bastard who inexplicably leaked information.

I took a screenshot of this chat log and sent it to the large group chat that Jiang Yue was in.

Upon seeing this description, Jiang Yue's hazy memories of the past became clearer. Now, when she recalls those events, she doesn't feel disconnected; she can even gradually sense the emotions she felt at the time.

Even when there is only a trace of affection.

It seems that her original personality hasn't changed much.

But for the lover he felt an instant connection with, he harbored an intense, overwhelming hatred.

A love so deep it was as if one had lost their mind.

He remained arrogant and domineering towards others.

When this screenshot was posted in the group, the once bustling group instantly fell silent, like a stagnant pool.

Jiang Yue typed slowly, and in the dead silence, sent a few words: 【Interesting.】

The already silent group seemed even more silent now.

It's even more terrifying than a stagnant pool.

Jiang Yue genuinely found it amusing and wasn't trying to intimidate anyone. After she posted those three words, it took quite a while before anyone dared to stand up and awkwardly echo her.

[Haha, that's funny! Teacher Jiang was so unique back then.]

A role model for us all.

Faced with unfair treatment, we should all learn from Teacher Jiang: unyielding to power and incorruptible to wealth.

[That's right. Newcomers in the group should pay close attention. If you have any complaints about your supervisor, don't keep them to yourself. You must speak up. Communication is the most effective way to solve problems.]

After sending those three words, Jiang Yue didn't check the group messages.

Thinking back to her life before she transmigrated into this body, after marrying Zhou Ji, she seemed to lack nothing, at least materially.

I lived in a daze during that chaotic period.

All she wanted was for Zhou Ji to love her.

Just then, Zhou Ji came downstairs, and Jiang Yue ran up to him. As soon as she stopped, she looked up at him and said, "You were unwilling to marry me. Back then, you not only didn't like me, but you also hated me. But you seemed to be quite nice to me."

Zhou Ji probably didn't want her to mention that person from the past.

He wasn't good to her during that time.

Zhou Ji paused, then grasped her hand: "Why are you bringing up the past? You remembered everything?"

Jiang Yue mumbled, "I remember a little bit."

Zhou was silent for a moment, his expression seeming genuine: "I've forgotten most of what happened before."

Jiang Yue sneered, "Have you lost your memory?"

To everyone's surprise, Zhou Ji could still nod shamelessly: "My husband is getting old, and his memory isn't what it used to be."

Jiang Yue stood on tiptoe and grabbed his shirt. He looked down at her, quietly waiting for her to continue.

Jiang Yue stared into his eyes, not missing a single clue, and asked, "If I hadn't transmigrated into this body, would you still have fallen in love with me?"

If this body contains only emotions.

With her seven souls and six spirits incomplete, would Zhou Ji still like her? Or would he, like in the so-called "original plot" fabricated by the system, discard her like a worn-out shoe and never give her a second glance?

Zhou Ji raised his hand and gently pressed it on her shoulder, his gaze unwavering. "I don't know."

This assumption will also not hold true.

She is complete; her soul shines.

Jiang Yue thought about it seriously for a while, and then said, "It shouldn't be."

She felt she understood Zhou Ji very well.

Picky, arrogant, haughty, and seemingly unassuming but actually quite conceited.

He wouldn't fall in love with a "crazy fanatic" who only has love in his eyes.

He would not fall in love with his wife who had schemed against him.

I don't like people who lack a sense of self.

In short, apart from this pretty face, he couldn't possibly find anything else appealing.

If Her Highness the Princess were asleep a thousand years ago.

The story of Zhou Ji and Jiang Yue in this world is nothing more than a complete tragedy.

A mother who doesn't love her child.

A husband who doesn't love his wife.

A neglected wife whom he desires but cannot obtain.

No one will be happy; they will torment each other until the end.

Everyone has regrets, and no one's life is ever perfect.

Perhaps Zhou Ji will never remember his past life or the fate he had in this life that he had painstakingly sought.

Jiang Yue will live a muddled life, without much love, and without really understanding what a true lover is.

She and his child.

And so it was born amidst regrettable tragedy.