Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

Xiao Jingmo was like a statue eroded by darkness, sitting quietly in the room that was as dim as an ancient cave.

The air around him seemed to be condensed by his sorrow, weighing heavily on every inch of space.

His brows were furrowed, and the deep wrinkles on his face looked like the ruthless marks of time, or like a maze woven by sorrow on his face.

The light was like a light yellow gauze, lazily falling on his face. His originally handsome features now looked a little haggard due to fatigue. Every shadow seemed to be telling of his inner worries, like a painting stained with sadness.

In this depressing atmosphere, the door hinge made a slight creaking sound, as if the messenger of hope was knocking on the door of fate.

Zhao Qingyu was like a light butterfly, gently pushing open the door and walking in.

The moment her gaze fell on Xiao Jingmo, her eyes were full of heartache, and her gaze was like a gentle spring breeze, trying to wipe away the haze on his face.

She walked slowly and gently, her steps fragrant as she walked straight towards Xiao Jingmo, each step filled with concern and love.

"Jing Mo, don't worry too much. We will definitely get through this difficult time." Zhao Qingyu's voice was like a clear mountain stream, gurgling in the quiet room, gentle and firm.

The voice had a magical power that seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and dispel the clouds of sorrow in Xiao Jingmo's heart.

Xiao Jingmo slowly raised his head as if he had struggled out of a deep quagmire.

His eyes were originally dull, but now a ray of hope as bright as a shooting star flashed in them.

He couldn't wait to reach out and hold Zhao Qingyu's hand tightly, as if it was his life-saving straw in the storm.

"Qingyu, this matter is too difficult. The false information on the Internet is like a flood and a beast. They are baring their fangs and claws, roaring and rushing towards me. I feel like I am about to be drowned. It is a suffocating despair."

His voice was trembling, like a candle swaying in the wind, fear and helplessness spread in his words.

Zhao Qingyu patted his hands gently, repeatedly, the gesture filled with soothing power. "I know, Jing Mo, this is all like a nightmare. But I have a plan. You know, I've been working in the medical industry for so long, and I've met all kinds of people. Through their help, I connected with a very professional PR team. This team is like the elite warriors of the online world. They have extensive experience and unparalleled methods in dealing with this kind of negative online information. Those false information are like vulnerable paper tigers in front of them."

Xiao Jingmo's eyes suddenly lit up with surprise, and that light was like the breaking light of dawn, illuminating his entire eyes. "Really? Qingyu, you are like my angel, always coming to me when I am at my darkest and need you the most. Well, I can't just sit there and wait for death. I have already sincerely apologized to the director. When I faced him, I could see deep disappointment in his eyes, and that disappointment was like a sharp sword, piercing my heart. But I made a promise to him that I would adjust as soon as possible and not let his hard work go to waste because of me."

"Well, that's right, Jing Mo. You are like a tough tree that cannot be easily blown down by this gust of wind. Moreover, your body cannot be ignored. Recently, you are like a lamp that has run out of oil. You are too tired. But fortunately, you have a doctor like me by your side." Zhao Qingyu raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a warm smile. That smile was like the warm sun in winter, giving people endless warmth.

"Yes, Qingyu, every time I feel exhausted and about to fall apart, as long as you are here, I feel like a drifting ship has found a harbor and a place to rely on. Do you know? During those rest times, my mind is like a projector, full of scenes from the script. This accident is like a sudden storm that wants to ruin the entire work, but I will never allow it. I have to work harder to study the script, like digging for treasure, to go deep into the heart of each character, interpret them vividly, and make the characters come alive." There was a firm light in Xiao Jingmo's eyes, which was the love and persistence for the acting career.

"Don't overwork yourself. Recovering your physical condition is the top priority. Otherwise, how can you have the energy to act well? You are like my rare treasure. I will use the medical skills I have learned to take good care of you and make you shine again." Zhao Qingyu looked at him worriedly, her eyes full of care. It seemed as if she wanted to wrap Xiao Jingmo up and protect him from harm.

"Qingyu, you have done so much for me, I don't know how to repay you. You are like a ray of light shining into my dark world, giving me warmth, strength and hope. I feel like I owe you too much, so much that I don't know how to repay you." Xiao Jingmo looked at Zhao Qingyu affectionately, the love in his eyes was like a burning flame, hot and strong.

"What are you talking about? We don't need these between us. We are like water and milk, one. No matter the difficulties like thorns or the happiness like candied fruits, we will hug each other tightly and face them together. Our love is an indestructible shield that can withstand any storm." Zhao Qingyu's eyes were full of love, and that love was like a vast ocean, deep and endless.

In the days that followed, the public relations team acted quickly and methodically like a well-trained army.

They use various strategies and techniques, like waving magic wands, to wage a fierce battle against false information in the complex battlefield of the Internet.

Thanks to their efforts, pieces of negative news were gradually clarified, just like the fog in the darkness was dispelled bit by bit by the sunlight.

The direction of public opinion began to change like a weather vane, and the originally surging waves of accusations gradually subsided, replaced by voices of understanding and support.

With Zhao Qingyu's meticulous care, Xiao Jingmo's body gradually recovered like a flower that has been rained after a long drought.

Under Zhao Qingyu's supervision, he rested and recuperated on time every day. His originally pale face became rosy again, and his eyes regained their former brilliance.

At the same time, his understanding of the script became deeper, like an explorer going deep into a mysterious cave and discovering more precious treasures.

He immersed himself in the world of the script, repeatedly pondering every detail, and every character came alive in his heart.

On the set, Xiao Jingmo's performance was amazing.

Each of his eyes is like a window to the character's soul, containing rich emotions, whether sadness, joy, anger, or tenderness, allowing the audience to easily enter the character's inner world.

Every movement he makes is like a graceful dance, smooth and natural yet powerful, accurately conveying the character's emotions and intentions.

The director watched from the side, his eyes filled with satisfaction. That satisfaction was like a farmer seeing the land he had worked so hard on bear abundant fruits, or a craftsman seeing his carefully crafted work bloom with dazzling light.

Xiao Jingmo and Zhao Qingyu are like the brightest light in each other's lives. In this fierce storm, they snuggle up to each other and are tightly entangled.

Their love becomes stronger under the baptism of hardships, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with everlasting light.

That light not only illuminates their own world, but also brings hope and strength to the people around them, becoming a beautiful landscape in this complex world.