Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400 Recognition, Retweets, and a Ripple of Success

Waylon never expected Jasmine to praise the drama.

Was it possible… she actually liked unconventional stories? Had all his previous romantic approaches been totally wrong?

But then Jasmine clarified, “The Taoist elements in the drama are portrayed accurately.”

Waylon sighed inwardly. Of course. There was no way Jasmine was into flashy dramatics. That wasn’t her style.

Freya blinked. “Oh–right! When I was writing those scenes, I did a ton of research to make sure I got it right.”

“You did very well,” Jasmine said with a rare, soft smile.

“Most dramas portray Taoism incorrectly. That misleads viewers and creates misunderstandings about the culture. As an author, you have a responsibility to guide audiences with accuracy. You’ve done that beautifully.”

Coming from Jasmine, that meant a lot. Her compliments were always sincere–and seldom given.

Freya was deeply moved. It felt so good to have her hard work acknowledged–especially by someone so knowledgeable.

Beaming, she leaned over and hugged Jasmine. “Thank you, Jasmine! Heehee.”

Waylon felt like peeling Freya off her. A goddess like Jasmine, and you just go hugging her without warning? Where’s the restraint?

Thankfully, Louis was already on it. Calm and collected, he gently pulled Freya back to his side without .making a scene.

“Drink some juice. You haven’t had much water today.”

“Oh! Right.” Freya took the juice from him and obediently took a sip.

Meanwhile, Waylon had passed Jasmine a glass of her favorite watermelon juice. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” Jasmine said.

“No need to thank me–we’re all friends.” Waylon waved it off, then pushed a few of her favorite dishes toward her. “You’ve been so busy lately, you’re skin and bones. Eat more, or the wind’s going to blow you away. If you get sick, no one can fill your shoes.”

Freya perked up with curiosity. “Wait, what work do you do that depends on your body weight?”

“It’s got nothing to do with weight,” Jasmine answered calmly. “Waylon just worries I’ll get sick if I lose too

much.”

1. ce. Freya let it go–curiosity satisfied. After all, it wasn’t her place to pry too much into someone

“Oh, I else’s business.

As the drama continued, even Waylon–who rarely watched TV–started getting absorbed. Freya had to admit it: Zane’s production didn’t just do justice to her story. It actually elevated it. The visuals were even more beautiful than she’d imagined.

The premiere aired two episodes, and even without skipping or fast–forwarding, they flew by.

“This is really good,” Quinton said honestly. “In an era dominated by mindless and melodramatic garbage, it’s refreshing to see something this well–made. Visually pleasing, thoughtfully written–I think it’ll be a hit.”

Coming from Quinton–who hadn’t watched a drama in years–this was high praise. With strong production values, smart pacing, and solid writing, it had crossover appeal. It could easily attract both male and female viewers.

“Yeah, gotta say it–Freya, this one really stands out,” Kendrick added, speaking from the perspective of a long–time industry insider.

“Oh shoot, I totally forgot to post on Twitter!” Freya suddenly remembered, digging her phone out in a panic.

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