Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

In that conference room that was as bright as a beacon of hope but filled with a tense atmosphere, the public relations team was like a well-trained elite force, actively carrying out a silent battle to defend public opinion.

In the conference room, the pure white light from the projector was like a sharp sword, projecting colorful data charts and web page screenshots on the wall. Each picture was like a battle medal, recording their efforts.

The person in charge stood at the head of the conference table, his posture erect and his voice steady and powerful, reassuring everyone like a stabilizing force: "Look everyone, after these past few days of tireless and tireless efforts, the heat of those negative online news stories, like a cancer, has subsided like the receding tide. Furthermore, the clarifications we've released are like valiant warriors, steadily gaining the upper hand and pushing those false information back step by step."

"That's right!" A young PR representative jumped up excitedly, his eyes gleaming like the brightest stars in the night sky. "The strategy we employed this time was absolutely brilliant. Like the sharpest hunters, we started at the source of public opinion, unraveling it, leaving no trace, and finally found the malicious rumormongers.

Then, we took up the weapon of law without hesitation and gave them a stern warning, just like ringing the alarm bell of justice, letting them know the consequences of acting recklessly.

At the same time, we have also released a large amount of authentic and convincing information. This information is like a solid shield to resist the attack of negative information, and like a bright beacon to guide the public in the right direction for the truth. "

In another corner of the city, Xiao Jingmo on the set was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, completely reborn.

He stood in front of the camera like a statue, having just finished filming a scene that was as emotional as a volcanic eruption.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes were still filled with the emotions in the play. It was a complex interweaving of emotions, including pain, struggle, and hope, as if he had just traveled from another world.

The director's face flushed with excitement, and he stood up suddenly from behind the monitor like a child, causing the chair to slide a long way on the ground.

He waved his arms and shouted, "Jing Mo, it's amazing! Your performance this time was truly outstanding. It was like a god descending from heaven, giving this character a soul."

Xiao Jingmo panted slightly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. He smiled modestly, and that smile was like a warm spring breeze. "Director, I just incorporated all my experiences and feelings during this period into the performance. These days, I feel like I'm struggling in a dark vortex. Those emotions and pressures are constantly rolling and fermenting in my heart. I can only release them into the performance."

An old actor who was acting opposite him walked slowly towards him, and every step he took was full of the steadiness accumulated over the years.

He walked over to Xiao Jingmo and patted his shoulder with an admiring look. The strength was like a recognition: "Jingmo, you are really an extraordinary boy. You have experienced so many things during this period, like a ship sailing in a storm. I didn't expect that this would make your performance even better. In the scene just now, your grasp of emotions was simply a stroke of genius. The explosion after the repression was like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years suddenly erupting, the magma rolling, shocking the heart; and the subtle changes in emotions, from the helplessness of a slightly frown, to the sadness with tears in the eyes, to the final roar of venting, every expression, every look, is as if you have experienced it yourself, so real that we, the bystanders, can't help but immerse ourselves in it."

Xiao Jingmo looked at him, his eyes full of gratitude, his gaze like clear lake water: "You're too kind. Actually, when I was performing, I was thinking about the pressure I was under at Yumo Group. Those pressures were like mountains, pressing me so hard that I couldn't breathe. And... and the emotional entanglements between her and me, those sweetness and pain, expectations and losses, are like silk threads entwined in my heart."

"Oh? Is it that girl? It seems that the power of love is really great. It is like magic, which can make people bloom the most brilliantly in difficult situations." The old actor teased with a smile, and his smile was filled with a hint of nostalgia for youthful love.

Xiao Jingmo's eyes became gentle and sad, like the shimmering surface of a lake under the moonlight: "Yes, she is like a ray of light in my life. Even in my darkest times, when those negative news pounced on me like a demon, when the Yumo Group fell into a quagmire, I felt that I was about to be swallowed by endless darkness and crushed by heavy pressure, as long as I thought of her, I felt strength in my heart. She is like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding me. I told myself not to give up, I have to cheer up, for her, and for our future."

"So that's how it is. It seems that the experiences during this period are really your precious wealth. You are like a magical alchemist, transforming all these pressures and emotions into motivation for performance, which is rare. Not everyone has this ability, you must cherish it." The old actor said thoughtfully, and there was a bit more admiration in his eyes when he looked at Xiao Jingmo.

Back in the dressing room, Xiao Jingmo looked like a wanderer who had returned after experiencing many vicissitudes of life. He sat in front of the mirror with fatigue but determination.

Looking in the mirror, he still had his stage makeup on his face, which was a little mottled under the light, just like his ups and downs in life.

His eyes were a little dazed, as if he was still recalling everything that had just happened on the set.

At this moment, his cell phone screen lit up, and the light was particularly dazzling in the dim dressing room.

He picked up his phone and saw it was her message. His lips curled up unconsciously, a smile like a flower in full bloom in spring. The message read, "I saw the news online. You're doing great. I know you can do it." Every word was like warm sunshine, illuminating his heart. He couldn't wait to reply, "This is all thanks to you. Without you by my side, I wouldn't have been able to make it. You are my source of motivation and the courage that keeps me going in the darkness."

In this challenging moment, Xiao Jingmo knew that whether it was the victory of the public relations team, which was the result of their joint defense of honor, or his own breakthrough in performance, which was an outburst of emotions deep in his soul, it was just a new beginning, like the dawn before dawn, foreshadowing that more challenges are coming.

He and Yumo Group still have to face more unknowns. Those unknowns may be traps hidden in the dark, or they may be new opportunities for success. But as long as she is there, with this unswerving belief, he is like having a sword that can cut through all obstacles and an indestructible shield, and he is fearless.

He looked forward to waiting until all the difficulties were completely over, just like the clear sky after the storm, so that he and her could welcome a new life together. That would be a future without haze, only sunshine and love.

They will stroll in the warm sunshine, hand in hand, with only each other in their eyes, their hearts full of sweetness, and all the suffering will become the most touching footnotes to their love story.