Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

In the dazzling center of a bustling city, the towering building of Yumo Group is like a silent and majestic giant tower. It carries countless dreams and hopes and is an indispensable and important existence in the city's business landscape.

However, on this seemingly ordinary but undercurrent-filled day, the atmosphere inside the building was like the calm before the storm, so oppressive that it was almost suffocating, as if the air was filled with despair.

Zhao Qingyu sat alone in the spacious yet extremely cold office. The walls around her seemed to have life, with an invisible sense of oppression, as if they were gradually squeezing towards her, as if to crush her and her world together.

Her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed together, like two hills facing each other, and her eyes were filled with deep worry, as if she was trapped in a dark vortex and unable to extricate herself.

Her eyes were fixed on the pile of documents on the table. Those documents seemed to be no longer ordinary papers, but verdicts that announced doom.

The glaring data and cold words on the document were like a pair of sharp blades that gleamed with cold light, piercing straight into her already anxious heart, and each blow made her feel excruciating pain.

"How could this happen?" Zhao Qingyu's lips trembled slightly as she murmured in a low voice. Her voice was as soft as a candle in the wind and could go out at any time.

Her slender fingers tightly grasped one of the documents as if grasping the last straw. The fingertips turned bloodless due to excessive force, and the knuckles turned slightly white, highlighting her extreme tension and anxiety.

During this nightmarish time, competitors were like a group of hungry sharks smelling blood, opening their bloody mouths, baring their ferocious fangs, and launching a series of insidious and cunning malicious competitive tactics.

The company's business orders were like the surging sea water at low tide, disappearing at an alarming rate in a short period of time.

Those partners who had originally cooperated happily and as closely as brothers with Yumo Group seemed to have suddenly been bewitched by some evil, and news of contract termination came one after another.

The phone in the office rang one after another, and each ring was like a death knell, and each piece of news was the evil hand that pushed the Yumo Group into the endless abyss.

In a studio on the other side of the city, Xiao Jingmo had just finished a high-intensity filming that was as difficult as hell.

He looked like a tired soldier who had just returned from a brutal battlefield. His gorgeous but sweat-soaked costume clung to his body, outlining his muscles which were slightly stiff due to fatigue.

Sweat streamed down his forehead and cheeks like a stream, soaking his hair. Strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead in a messy manner, blocking his originally bright and lively eyes.

He dragged his body which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and each step was as difficult as crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and slowly moved towards the lounge.

As soon as he entered the door, he seemed to have lost all support and collapsed on the sofa. The sofa groaned slightly under his heavy body, as if it was also sighing for his fatigue.

At this moment, he had no idea of his own tired state. Instead, Zhao Qingyu's busy figure kept appearing in his mind like a projector.

He seemed to be able to see her worrying alone in the office, and her increasingly thin figure due to running around for company affairs.

He knew that Yumo Group must have encountered a huge trouble as serious as the sky falling and the earth collapsing, and the woman whom he held in his heart and loved to the bone must be bearing the enormous pressure like a mountain pressing down on his head alone on that battlefield without gunpowder.

His heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible yet powerful hand. The pain spread throughout his body like a fine spider web, making it difficult for him to breathe and causing severe heartache.

"I can't let her face it alone." Xiao Jingmo's lips moved slightly, and he muttered to himself. A firm light like a bright star flashed in his eyes.

He used all his strength to slowly raise his arm and pick up the phone beside him.

His fingers swiped quickly through the address book, his expression focused as if he was searching for the password to save the world. Finally, he found a familiar name and dialed the number without hesitation.

"Hello, Lao Zhang, this is Xiao Jingmo." Xiao Jingmo's voice was a little hoarse due to fatigue, but also anxious. The voice came through the phone with a slight tremor.

"Hey, big star, how come you have time to call me?" A hearty voice came from the other end of the phone, and the voice was full of surprise, like a happy stone thrown into a calm lake.

"Old Zhang, I won't beat around the bush with you. You know the Yumo Group, right? They're in some trouble right now. Someone's maliciously competing with them, and they're using every possible means. I know you have extensive connections and good news in the business world, so I'd like to ask you for help."

Xiao Jingmo didn't hesitate at all and went straight to the point. He spoke very quickly, as if he was afraid of wasting any time.

"This... I've also heard some rumors, but this matter is not as simple as you think. The other party is coming with great momentum, like a flood or a beast, and the forces behind them are complicated." Lao Zhang was a little hesitant, and there was a hint of worry in his voice, like a dark cloud covering the originally clear sky.

"Lao Zhang, please help me this time for the sake of our long-term friendship. Yumo Group is a company with potential. They have their own dreams and pursuits, and they cannot be ruined by those despicable villains. And..." Xiao Jingmo paused, his eyes full of affection.

"Zhao Qingyu is the woman I love most in my life. Yumo Group is like her child to her. I can't watch her hard work being destroyed. It is really, really important to me, more important than my life."

Xiao Jingmo was almost begging, his voice choked with sobs, a mixture of heartache for his lover and worry about the fate of the company.

Lao Zhang was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Then, he slowly said: "Okay, for your sake, I will go and find out about the situation, but I can't guarantee that I can help. This matter is too complicated, I can only do my best." There was a hint of helplessness in Lao Zhang's voice, but also loyalty to his friend.

"Thank you so much, Lao Zhang! I, Xiao Jingmo, will remember this favor you've done me. If you need me in the future, I will never refuse!" Xiao Jingmo breathed a sigh of relief as if he had grasped the last ray of hope, and his gratitude was beyond words.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Jingmo did not stop at all. He was like a tireless warrior, with the flame of hope burning in his eyes.

He quickly dialed another number and continued to use the connections he had accumulated over the years to make calls one after another. Every call was a message of his love for Zhao Qingyu, and every request was his fight for the fate of Yumo Group.

He knew that this was an extremely difficult battle, with thorns and difficulties ahead, but for Zhao Qingyu and for their common future, he was willing to give his all, even if it meant his death.