Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

In the bizarre, dreamlike, yet extremely cruel world of the entertainment industry, Xiao Jingmo and Zhao Qingyu's careers are like gorgeous fireworks, soaring in the night sky and blooming with dazzling light.

However, behind this light is the ever-present darkness and the suffocating pressure, which is like an impenetrable net that tightly entangles them.

The paparazzi, those shadowy peepers of the entertainment world, are like a group of ever-hungry jackals. Their greedy eyes are always hidden in the dark, watching Xiao Jingmo and Zhao Qingyu's every move.

Even the slightest sign of trouble can trigger them to swarm like sharks on the scent of blood, desperately seeking to dig out so-called "explosive news" from those trivial moments to satisfy the public's insatiable curiosity and thirst for gossip. Unfounded gossip and speculation are like a swarm of ice needles flying through the sky on a winter day, densely packed, each one carrying a piercing chill, mercilessly piercing them, deeply wounding their hearts and adding invisible wounds to their already exhausted bodies and minds.

The high-intensity work schedule, like a gear that never stops running, constantly crushes their lives.

Every day they are either shooting for more than ten hours straight on the set, or traveling to various cities to participate in promotional activities, with almost no chance to breathe. The two have already been riddled with wounds physically and mentally from this ruthless torture.

Once, Xiao Jingmo was filming a new drama, and it was a tense and busy shooting scene.

During the filming of a group scene, his normal rivalry with a co-actress was captured by the cunning paparazzi with a telephoto lens.

These photos seem to have been cast under a demonic spell, and after careful and malicious editing, they present an extremely ambiguous state.

Every splicing of the pictures and every choice of angle are like sharp daggers, stabbing directly into the feelings of Xiao Jingmo and Zhao Qingyu.

The news spread like a fierce tornado, sweeping across the entire Internet world.

Social media platforms exploded instantly, netizens were like a powder keg that had been lit, and their emotions were like surging waves, hitting the dam of the Internet one after another.

"Hmph, Xiao Jingmo is actually such a person, I really misjudged him. I used to think he was a clean stream in the entertainment industry, but now it seems that he is just pretending." A netizen angrily typed these words in the comment section, accompanied by an angry expression.

"He must have been dating Zhao Qingyu while also having an affair with another actress. What a scumbag! People like him should be banned from appearing on screen again."

Another netizen's comment was even more intense, attracting countless likes and responses.

"I feel sorry for Zhao Qingyu. She must be very sad. How could such a good girl meet such a person?"

Some netizens also expressed sympathy for Zhao Qingyu, and their words were full of pity for her.

When Zhao Qingyu saw the news, she was sitting on the sofa in her apartment.

It was so quiet that the only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat, which rang "boom, boom, boom" in her ears, and each beat was like a heavy drumstick, striking her fragile nerves.

She felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if an invisible, cold hand were gripping her heart, making it almost impossible to breathe. Her hands trembled slightly, and the light from her phone screen reflected in her tear-filled eyes. The glaring words and pictures were like knives, cutting her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried hard to hold them back, her lips bitten until they were white.

But she took a deep breath, as if trying to find a ray of light in the darkness, and tried to calm herself down. She said to herself, "I have to believe him. The relationship between us can't be destroyed by these false rumors. We've been through so much together, and I know him best."

On the other side, Xiao Jingmo saw the chaos on the Internet in his lounge, frowned, and a trace of anger and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He gripped his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the strain. He cursed the paparazzi in his heart, those who would do anything to attract attention.

Without any hesitation, he immediately picked up his phone, opened his frequently used social media account, and started posting a long article on it.

"Dear fans, hello everyone. I am Xiao Jingmo. I know that there are rumors about me on the Internet now. Those false news are like a cancer, eroding the trust between us. But I want to solemnly tell everyone here that they are all fake. Those photos were edited maliciously. The actress and I are just normal work partners. We were just performing according to the script and the director's requirements on the set. I love Zhao Qingyu. This love is deep and firm, like the undercurrent in the depths of the ocean. No matter how turbulent the surface, it will not change. I will not do anything to hurt her. She is the most important person in my life. I hope that everyone will not believe in rumors easily, and do not hurt the people I love and those who love me. We should all remain rational and not be blinded by those false things."

After posting the article, Xiao Jingmo immediately called Zhao Qingyu.

As soon as the phone rang, Zhao Qingyu picked it up.

"Qingyu, have you seen the news? Don't worry, I've clarified it. Those are all nonsense, don't take them to heart."

Xiao Jingmo said anxiously, his voice full of worry and anxiety, as if Zhao Qingyu on the other end of the phone was an extremely precious and fragile treasure.

"I know, I believe you. I knew it was fake from the beginning, and I won't be affected by such fake things."

Zhao Qingyu's voice was a little choked. She tried hard to suppress her emotions, but a hint of tears still came out.

"I'm sorry for making you feel wronged. I really hate those paparazzi who always make up stories out of nothing. They have no idea how much harm their actions can cause us."

Xiao Jingmo's tone was full of anger and helplessness. He punched the table next to him, making a "bang" sound.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we trust each other. I know that the entertainment industry is like this, full of lies and traps. We have to face it together. As long as our hearts are together, none of this matters."

Zhao Qingyu comforted Xiao Jingmo. She knew that at this time, they needed each other's support.

And when Zhao Qingyu faced her own pressure, Xiao Jingmo always stayed by her side silently like a guardian angel.

Once, Zhao Qingyu received a very challenging role, which was a female image with a complex personality and a rough life.

In the process of interpreting this role, Zhao Qingyu fell into deep self-doubt.

In Zhao Qingyu's small study, scripts and notes were everywhere. She sat at the desk with messy hair and confused eyes.

"Jing Mo, I don't think I can play this role well. I can't understand her psychology at all. I feel like I'm lost.

Every time I try to figure out her thoughts, it's like walking into a maze and I can't find the exit." Zhao Qingyu said to Xiao Jingmo with frustration on her face, her eyes full of helplessness, like a child wandering alone in the dark.

"Don't say that, Qingyu. Let's analyze the script together. Look here. After all the hardships this character has gone through, her heart is actually both fragile and strong. She's like a flower struggling in a storm. Even though it's been beaten to the ground, it still strives to bloom."

As Xiao Jingmo spoke, he took the script and walked to Zhao Qingyu, pointing at the lines on it, his eyes full of encouragement.

"But I still can't find that feeling. I tried to imagine her pain, but it always felt superficial. I feel that I haven't really entered her heart." Zhao Qingyu frowned, his eyes full of frustration.

"It's okay, we can try to recall the difficult moments we have experienced, the struggle and perseverance, just like when we faced scandals and pressure. Do you still remember that time when we were surrounded by paparazzi, you were scared and helpless, but in the end you faced it bravely, that feeling is very similar to this character." Xiao Jingmo gently held Zhao Qingyu's hand and looked at her with warm eyes.

With Xiao Jingmo's company and help, Zhao Qingyu gradually found the feeling.

She began to understand the role deeply, and every rehearsal allowed her to get closer to the character's soul.

That's how they are, supporting each other, like lighthouses illuminating each other in the darkness.

On this road of the entertainment industry full of thorns and storms, the power of love makes them more determined in the wind and rain, like two big trees tightly dependent on each other, no matter how the wind howls, they cannot be uprooted.

They knew that as long as their hearts were closely connected, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

Every difficulty is a test of their love, and every time they can hold each other's hands tightly and get through it together.

Their love shines the brightest in this complicated entertainment industry and becomes the most solid support in each other's hearts.

Backstage at an awards ceremony, Xiao Jingmo and Zhao Qingyu held hands, waiting to go on stage to receive the award.

"Qingyu, do you know? Sometimes I feel like we are walking on a tightrope with a bottomless abyss below, but as long as we hold hands, we won't fall." Xiao Jingmo looked at Zhao Qingyu with affection in his eyes.

"Yeah, I feel the same way. No matter how many storms there are in the future, we must go on together." Zhao Qingyu responded with a smile, her smile was as warm as the sunshine.

Their love story continues to write their own legend in this star-studded yet challenging entertainment industry. It is a legend of love, a legend of persistence and trust.