Having traveled through time, shouldn't you make a splash in your life?

The two spoke in varying pitches, accompanied by laughter and playful banter. Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, dusk was falling and night had descended.

From the kitchen, Ning Dongyang said, "Dinner's ready."

Shangguan Qingke rushed over from the sofa: "Ning Dongyang, let me serve the dishes."

Jiang Liluo, limping, said, "I'll serve the rice."

As they sat around the dining table, the conversation quickly turned to the TV series that Shangguan Qingke was filming.

In a historical drama, Shangguan Qingke is the fourth female lead.

The fourth female lead, Ning Dongyang couldn't help but laugh when he heard that.

It's worth noting that Shangguan Qingke is quite prominent in the entertainment industry, both in terms of her status and her family background, yet she only gets to play the fourth female lead.

Jiang Liluo, with a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in her mouth, spoke in a muffled voice: "Qingke, aren't you afraid of being sexually harassed? Why not play the lead or second lead role? Why choose the fourth lead?"

Shangguan Qingke picked up a garlic shrimp with her chopsticks, popped it into her mouth, and kicked her little feet as she ate, exclaiming, "This is the taste!!"

"Ning Dongyang, the dishes you make are something that no restaurant outside can replicate."

"I never film kissing scenes. In this period drama, the female lead, the second female lead, and the third female lead all have quite a few kissing scenes."

"When I watch TV or movies, I see them kissing so sweetly, isn't it? But when I try to do it myself, I just can't do it."

Ning Dongyang found it amusing: "If you don't film kissing scenes, can't you use camera tricks?"

Shangguan Qingke shook her head: "Even misalignment won't work."

"Even if it's a fake kiss on TV or the big screen, viewers won't know. I don't want my future man to misunderstand."

"I want to cherish my first kiss."

Jiang Liluo looked at Ning Dongyang; she had been there before.

Ning Dongyang smiled and said, "According to your thinking, how many of those big stars can actually get married? Even if they do get married, they either get divorced or their relationships fall apart."

Shangguan Qingke said very seriously: "They are them, and I am me. Everyone's perception is different, and everyone's values ​​are different. Who can distinguish right from wrong?"

"I'll just focus on doing my best."

Ning Dongyang gave her a thumbs up: "That makes sense."

He had previously thought of a way to evoke a lot of emotions while cooking in the kitchen.

He could be an actor.

As long as you participate in a movie or TV series with love, hate, and grudges, regardless of your acting skills, whether the audience laughs or cries, will your emotional capacity be overwhelmed by the sheer number of viewers?

The idea was immediately shut down by the system.

To put it in the system's prompt.

The characters in TV series or movies are fictional characters, and the emotions they evoke are not their actual selves and cannot be attributed to them.

However, if the actors aren't good enough, what about the director?

A director who makes a good film is praised by many, while a director who makes a bad film is criticized harshly. These are all emotions.

The problem is, it's like being in a completely different field; who can he direct?

Before this line of thought could be fully developed, the system notification sounded again: the provider of the emotion must have some actual contact and understanding with the host.

Ning Dongyang has a toothache, and based on actual contact and understanding... the system just doesn't want him to become too aggressive all at once.

After dinner.

Shangguan Qingke and Jiang Lilu volunteered to wash the dishes, but Ning Dongyang refused.

As luck would have it, Jiang Liluo's phone rang.

Ning Dongyang glanced at the caller ID; it read, "Brother Jibo."

Jiang Lilu answered the phone somewhat flusteredly, took a few steps with a limp, and heard a refined voice on the other end of the line: "Lilu, I need to come back early."

Ning Dongyang heard these words very clearly.

He thought to himself, "That young master Gu Yanshen is quite quick." He figured today's unexpected encounter had led Gu Yanshen to contact Xiao Jibo.

What good would it do to come back early?

He has already planted the grassland, and it looks like it is growing very well.

Jiang Liluo was taken aback, but her voice rose slightly: "Brother Jibo, didn't you say you'd be back in seven days?"

Wait, something's not right with the tone of those words.

I was a little reluctant; I wished Xiao Jibo would come back sooner.

Shangguan Qingke and Ning Dongyang looked at Jiang Liluo, each lost in thought.

Ning Dongyang immediately used his Profound Eye.

Name: Jiang Liluo

Age: 24

【Height: 171】

【Favorites: 92】

Appearance rating: 96

Number of participants: 1

Jiang Liluo's favorability towards him increased by 2 points.

There's a saying: one thing rises while another falls.

Conversely, it means that one increases while the other decreases.

The higher Jiang Liluo's affection for him, the more space she has in her heart, and naturally, the less time she has left for Xiao Jibo.

Ning Dongyang knew exactly how to improve his chances of gaining favor.

As the saying goes, if you keep swinging your hoe, there's no wall you can't break down. Similarly, if brothers are serious, there's no sister they can't appease.

Xiao Jibo on the other end of the phone seemed to be taken aback as well.

Something's not right with the plot.

Jiang Liluo, who was completely under his control a few days ago, the Jiang Liluo who would swoon at the mere sound of his voice, what's going on now? It seems she doesn't want him to come back anytime soon.

Then she switched to what she thought was a gentler voice: "Li Luo, I miss you so much, thinking about your every smile and frown, I really don't want to stay abroad for another day."

Jiang Liluo seemed moved: "Brother Jibo."

Hearing "Brother Jibo" from the phone was so sweet and gentle.

Shangguan Qing really wanted to cover her mouth; what was she doing, being so infatuated? Ning Dongyang felt that his brother that night had a long way to go.

Xiao Jibo, on the other end of the phone, breathed a sigh of relief. This was the Jiang Liluo he knew.

She asked, seemingly casually, "Li Luo, have you divorced him?"

Jiang Liluo was still immersed in her feelings for Brother Jibo when she heard this. She was suddenly jolted awake and almost covered her phone. She quickly turned around to look at Ning Dongyang guiltily, and then whispered, "No."

"He disagrees, and I can only try to persuade him slowly."

"Don't worry, he'll agree later."

She lied.

For some reason, she just didn't want to tell Xiao Jibo that she had divorced Ning Dongyang.

Xiao Jibo chuckled softly on the other end of the phone: "I'm not in a hurry."

"I'm willing to wait for you."

She then emphasized, "Don't give him money. He's only with you because he's after your money. You can't fill a chasm, you know? No matter how much money you give him, it will never satisfy his greed."

"Since you have a prenuptial agreement, let him leave with nothing."

Jiang Lilu remained silent.

Suddenly, Jibo felt a little unfamiliar to her.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Jibo was still rambling on: "Li Luo, you'd better kick him out right now."

"You can't see into someone's heart, so don't let your guard down."

"He hasn't touched you for three years, not because he has no intention of pursuing you, but because he wants to gradually win you over. Any man understands his intentions."

"If you bring up divorce, I'm afraid he'll reveal his true colors and hurt you without hesitation. The thought of him still being in your house makes me wish I could transform into lightning and fly back to protect you immediately..."

Listening to Xiao Jibo's endless rant and relentless denigration of Ning Dongyang, Jiang Liluo felt inexplicably annoyed and couldn't help but interrupt him: "He's still my husband. Where can I send him?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Xiao Jibo on the other end of the phone seemed to have been fatally wounded.

The call was abruptly ended, and the two parted on bad terms.

A woman's heart can change in an instant.

Xiao Jibo, who was abroad, flew into a rage and smashed his phone.