The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 83 - 0: After one song, a stunning dance.

Jiang Nuo thought of a whole bunch of comforting words, afraid of hurting her feelings.

It wasn't that he was lying; he truly loved her, and whether they had children or not wouldn't affect his feelings for her. What he feared was that she might leave him. If they had children, at least she would hesitate a bit when considering leaving, giving him a reason to ask her to stay.

The thickness of Jiang Nuo's skin truly lived up to its reputation. As he spoke, he moved closer to her for a peck, his romantic skill and flirting skill maxed out.

In no time, the once low-spirited corner was filled with floating pink bubbles.

Even the director standing afar could feel the sweetness in the air.

The staff beside him muttered, "I feel like I'm witnessing a public display of affection!"

"This is live. If you watch 'Honey, Let's Get Married,' you'd be even more overwhelmed."

The director rubbed his chin as he watched Jiang Nuo and his wife's interaction, the more he observed, the more he felt — Jiang Nuo's wife's aura really resembled that of the Demon King's lover's aura. Though, his wife wasn't as beautiful as the Demon King.

But, who said the Demon King's beloved had to be a stunningly beautiful fairy? She could also be an ordinary little fairy, right?

Since Jiang Nuo couldn't create sparks with others, there shouldn't be any problem with his wife, right? It doesn't need to be a huge spark, just them showing a bit of affection would be enough.

The director, full of anticipation, approached Jiang Nuo and his wife: "Jiang Nuo, can we discuss something?"

"What is it?"

"Would your wife be willing to help out with a role?"

Mu Qiuniang absolutely did not expect that just when she took an interest in acting, someone would come to her. Before Jiang Nuo could say anything, she nodded herself: "Sure!"

"Honey, do you really want to act?" Jiang Nuo was a bit hesitant.

He knew exactly how his wife was. She couldn't even show a bit of expression in front of others, could she act well?

Unless, she played an emotionless female assassin!

"Why shouldn't I act?" Mu Qiuniang didn't understand.

Jiang Nuo didn't dare to say he was afraid she'd act poorly, so he discreetly told the director, "Qiuniang's personality is quite simple (expressions are relatively singular), not suited for complex roles (happy or melancholic characters)."

"No worries, the character can be changed." As long as she can create sparks with you, and you don't want kiss scenes, replacing you with your wife should be fine, right?

Jiang Nuo was at a loss for words. His wife was actually more of a big deal than he was, having the director change the script at her debut?

And indeed, the director changed it, turning the originally silly sweet little fairy character into a Mu Qiuniang version. Meaning, he had no specific requirements for the role of the Demon King's lover played by Mu Qiuniang, as long as it was 'fairy-like' and could create sparks with the Demon King.

"In your first scene, you'll dance in a sea of flowers, and the Demon King passes by and falls in love at first sight." The director seemed to have watched 'Honey, Let's Get Married,' knowing that Jiang Nuo's wife didn't have much expression, so he didn't dare to set high expectations.

He even said that it didn't matter if she couldn't dance, he'd find a double later. As for the sea of flowers, they'd rely on special effects afterward.

Then, the newly dressed Mu Qiuniang stood on a patch of grass, ready to dance and "bump into" the Demon King.

Usually, Mu Qiuniang dressed ethereal-like, but with a simple and elegant makeup. Now, she just added a touch of red lipstick, filled in her brows, and wore some floral ornaments and hairpins, which made her appear more vibrant.

It wasn't that the makeup artist wasn't working, it's just that with her brush, she simply couldn't do anything. The moment she touched someone's perfect skin, it seemed sacrilegious to a goddess.

Oh, oh, oh... the goddess's features might not be flawlessly beautiful, but her skin is so exquisite, it's beyond words!

When Mu Qiuniang stood there, and the director called action, nothing happened for quite a while.

"Cut!"

The director quickly called cut and asked what was going on (he wanted to get angry, but realizing she was Jiang Nuo's wife and someone he invited, he didn't dare to).

"No music," said Mu Qiuniang.

"What music do you want?"

"Is there any instrument? Anything would do."

The director asked the prop team and also asked her what music she wanted to play.

"No need, I'll play myself."

The prop team found her a pipa.

The director's eyes widened: "What are you going to do with that?"

The prop team member shrank: "That's all we have, or there's a zither..." the voice trailed off softly.

"Then where's the flute or something?"

"Broken."

Director: "..."

Jiang Nuo was a bit worried: "Why don't we just not do it?"

"It's okay! I can play." Back in the day, as a "lady from a prominent family," Mu Qiuniang naturally was required to learn some things (mainly because her parents were worried she might not make it on the cultivation path, making it harder to marry well later), things like the pipa and zither weren't difficult for her.

Mu Qiuniang's little hands were white and tender, plump and soft, seemingly not made for playing instruments. However, when her fingertips lightly touched the pipa, like dragonfly water dipping, the music spread out like ripples of water, both clear and melodious.

Everyone was stunned.

When her dance skirt moved slightly, it was like splashing ink on a canvas, coloring the entire white space with vivid hues, not overbearing but enough to shake the heart.

She would either leave people in shock with her playing or stun them with her dance.

This was Mu Qiuniang!

At this moment, she seemed like a mysterious goddess descended from the heavens. Every gesture was brimming with ethereal beauty, capturing hearts with a mere glance, eyes that seemed to have life, following closely, unable to be drawn back.

Her fingertips lightly pressed on the pipa, producing immortal music that enchanted the ears, as if slicing away from its master, soaring only to chase those freely flying notes.

On camera, she needed no special effects, radiating her entire glow, leaving people speechless in expression. Dream-like, fantastical, like looking at flowers through mist, the more you looked, the more beautiful, the more intriguing, yet the more unclear, entirely shrouded in mystery, entirely intoxicating beauty.

And this dream seemed too long, making them forget the time; yet also too short, so short that after the music stopped, they were left lost in thought.

To say nothing of others, even Jiang Nuo, who had lived with Mu Qiuniang, was profoundly shaken.

Well, he had never seen her dance before.

"You..." Jiang Nuo felt wronged. They had been married for so many years, and he didn't even know his wife could dance?!

Ohhhhh... she really didn't love him, to hide even this!

However, before Jiang Nuo could finish speaking, the onsite crowd finally snapped back to reality, and applause erupted.

"Great, great, great... what a fantastic dance!" The director praised loudly.

This was nowhere near "unable to dance," she was like a living dance spirit.

Though he didn't particularly understand dance, just from watching everyone become entranced by this magical power, he knew just how well she danced! No stand-ins were needed, nor was there any need for post-production dubbing; she handled it all by herself.

But hold on, it seemed everyone got too lost in someone's dance and forgot to shoot the scene?