Just as Gu Niannian shook off Jiang Shuang’s hand, she spotted a stunningly handsome man in period costume walking toward her, all sharp features and noble aura.

　　“Nian, for my sake, can you please stop making a scene? It's really embarrassing,” he leaned in and whispered, his soft tone laced with a touch of coyness.

　　【That’s Zhou Rui, the male lead of this drama, and also Gu Niannian’s current boyfriend in the original novel.】Meng explained.

　　Gu Niannian was momentarily stunned by Zhou Rui’s ridiculously good looks.

　　【But she wasn’t into him at all. She only used his looks as a reference for her own plastic surgeries. Apart from occasionally dragging him along to her appointments, they barely interacted. It was Zhou Rui who clung to her coattails and climbed from total nobody to sugar baby.】

　　Seeing Zhou Rui impatiently adjust his sleeves, Gu Niannian drawled, “I heard that you and your sugar mommy...”

　　“You...! When did you find out?” Zhou Rui instinctively clamped a hand over her mouth, panicked that someone else might hear.

　　Gu Niannian peeled his hand off and gave a slight smile. “Find out what? That you’ve been playing a long game to cash out?”

　　Zhou Rui was shook.

　　So she wasn’t an idiot after all.

　　But... why?

　　If she knew he was using her, why had she always acted like nothing was going on?

　　Was it because she loved him? Loved him that much?

　　“If you humiliate me in front of the crew again, I’ll spill everything about you. I’ve got nothing to lose. But your little dream of becoming a superstar? Say goodbye to that.” Gu Niannian didn’t even look up, eyes fixed on the script, voice tinged with boredom.

　　Zhou Rui stood frozen for a moment before murmuring, “Got it.”

　　Then he turned and walked off to find the director. “Mr. Zhang, I think there’s a problem with the script.”

　　“Really? President Zhou, what kind of changes do you have in mind?” Zhang Tian walked over, grinning with his walkie-talkie in hand.

　　Gu Niannian blinked. “President Zhou?”

　　“The original investors backed out. Zhou Rui’s backers took over. The last director got booted for not kissing up to Zhou Rui, and this one’s just a last-minute fill-in,” Jiang Shuang’s assistant said, tone dripping with sarcasm.

　　While Gu Niannian was off-set, half of Jiang Shuang’s scenes had been slashed.

　　Zhou Rui said seriously, “The female lead gets everything she wants, turns every place she goes into a gold mine? Come on, this’s too unrealistic.”

　　“What do you suggest then?” Zhang Tian tested the waters.

　　Zhou Rui’s assistant immediately handed over a script. “Here’s the revised version Mr. Zhou had someone rewrite. Please take a look.”

　　After reading the revised script, Gu Niannian was utterly dumbfounded.

　　The original story was about a super-lucky girl who got kicked out of her house by her stepsister, married a broke scholar, and still managed to turn her life around. The scholar recovered from a limp, aced the imperial exam, and eventually became the Prime Minister. Meanwhile, the heroine built a business empire from scratch.

　　Zhou Rui, though, had completely flipped the plot—transferring all the heroine’s “lucky buff” to the male lead. And every time the male lead caught a stroke of good luck, he had to... fart.

　　Not just any fart—fruit-scented ones.

　　Gu Niannian’s lines were basically all about praising how nice his farts smelled.

　　“I mean, just rename the show,” Jiang Shuang suggested. “Instead of Lucky Wife, Sweet Life, how about Milky Boy, Smelly Joy?”

　　Zhou Rui shot Jiang Shuang a sideways glance and snapped back, “You don’t get it. milk-fart fiction is trending right now.”

　　“Let’s just go with his version,” Zhang Tian decided, having learned his lesson from the last guy. If capital says jump, he jumps.

　　“Everyone, get familiar with the script. We shoot in ten,” the assistant director called out.

　　Ten minutes later, the whole set was back in action.

　　“What was that noise? Did something just explode?” Extra A looked around in panic.

　　Extra B squinted at Zhou Rui and whispered, “It was Master Zhou. He, uh... let one rip.”

　　【Your line, girl.】Meng reminded.

　　Gu Niannian gave Zhou Rui a look of utter despair, then delivered her line like she’d just swallowed glass. “Why does it smell like... milk? It’s so... fragrant.”

　　Next to the director, Pei Jingzhi couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and soon, the whole crew followed.

　　Meanwhile, a sneaky side-streamer hiding behind a prop was livestreaming the whole trainwreck.

　　*Wait...is this the set of Lucky Little Wife? Not sure... Let me double-check.*

　　*Help... what the hell is a milk-scented fart?*

　　*Gu Niannian’s line just broke my brain. That was INSANE.*

　　Jiang Shuang sneered, “Wow, strawberry undertones. Sooo fancy.”

　　Zhou Rui was annoyed.

　　Jiang Shuang was nominated for Best Supporting Actress with that acting? She didn’t even fake a hint of admiration for him.

　　And Gu Niannian—come on! The script said fawning, not funeral procession.

　　Even the livestream chat couldn’t hold back anymore.

　　*LMAO. Front note, back note—what is this, fart perfume?*

　　*I’ve heard of brown-nosing, but this is literally butt-kissing.*

　　*Other dramas—female leads slaying with beauty and acting. This one—sniffing farts like sommeliers.*

　　*HELP! That last comment above killed meeeeee.*

　　The extras were still dutifully sticking to the script.

　　“This must be the legendary sign of good fortune. It’s fortune fart!”

　　“I think I just inhaled some of that divine luck. Will it work?”

　　“Let me take one more whiff, just in case!”

　　...

　　Zhou Rui cut in and stopped the shoot, clearly not amused. “Mr. Zhang, I think this part still isn’t quite proper.”

　　“Any brilliant ideas?” Zhang Tian quickly came out from behind the monitors.

　　Gu Niannian, looking like her soul had left her body, watched Zhou Rui directing the director, totally unaware that someone else was walking up behind her.

　　But the viewers in the livestream noticed.

　　*Is that the heir of Penguin?*

　　*This drama’s under Grape Entertainment. And Penguin and Grape are rivals, right? What’s he doing here?*

　　*Definitely not here for Gu Niannian.*

　　“Gu Niannian.” Pei Jingzhi’s sharp, elegant features were tinged with amusement as he leisurely enjoyed the sight of her expression shifting from shocked to flustered.