Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

The clamor on the set seemed shrouded in an invisible haze. Zhao Qingyu stood amidst the chaos, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her. The accusation of intentionally destroying the props weighed on her like a heavy yoke, leaving her speechless.

It happened so suddenly. Everything was going smoothly, and Zhao Qingyu was focused on filming as usual. However, an accident threw the entire set into chaos.

A crucial prop suddenly broke, and for some reason, all the blame was directed at her. Her eyes widened as she tried to explain, but her voice was weak amidst the chorus of doubt. "It wasn't me. Why would I have deliberately destroyed the prop?" Her eyes were filled with silence, but those around her didn't seem to believe her explanation.

After hearing this, Xiao Jingmo felt like he was struck by a bolt from the blue. His heart instantly clenched into a ball, and anxiety surged into his heart like a tide. He knew Zhao Qingyu to the core. How could that gentle, kind, honest and straightforward woman do such a shameful thing? There must be some misunderstanding or conspiracy!

At this moment, Xiao Jingmo wished he could grow wings and fly to Zhao Qingyu's side immediately, using his broad and strong arms to protect her from the wind and rain and create a peaceful sky for her.

He wanted to declare loudly in front of everyone: "She is innocent!" However, the only trace of his remaining rationality was like a ruthless shackle, tightly holding back his steps that were about to take a step forward.

Because he knows clearly that he is not isolated and helpless in this complex circle, but bears many responsibilities and pressures.

Every action he took could trigger a chain reaction, bringing unexpected troubles and problems to himself and even Zhao Qingyu. Furthermore, he also had to consider his own position and the good image he had always worked hard to maintain.

Xiao Jingmo clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if only this could slightly ease the uncontrollable painful struggle in his heart.

He stared into the distance with eyes wide open, his gaze filled with conflict and confusion, as if he were in the middle of a fierce civil war, and the enemy was himself...

At the same time, some people with ulterior motives began to talk behind their backs. Like ghosts in the darkness, they deliberately spread rumors in an attempt to undermine the relationship between Xiao Jingmo and Zhao Qingyu. Those malicious words quietly spread in the corners of the studio, like a cancer, corroding the originally beautiful relationship between them.

"Have you heard? Zhao Qingyu deliberately destroyed the props. She just wanted to attract attention."

"That's right, Xiao Jingmo is still protecting her, maybe there is some unspeakable secret between them."

These rumors were like sharp arrows, shooting at them one by one. Zhao Qingyu was even more confused after hearing these rumors. She didn't understand why someone would treat her so maliciously. She just wanted to act well and pursue her dream.

Xiao Jingmo also heard these rumors, and his heart was filled with anger. He wanted to find those who spread the rumors and make them pay the price for their actions. But he also knew that doing so might make things more complicated.

Misunderstandings and contradictions spread silently between them like invisible threads, gradually interweaving into an intricate web. Zhao Qingyu couldn't help but feel doubtful: Was I truly worthy of Xiao Jingmo's trust? Or was his help merely out of pity or some other reason? In the quiet of the night, these questions would flood her mind like a tide, leaving her tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

At the same time, Zhao Qingyu felt more and more that since her return, she seemed to have brought endless troubles to Xiao Jingmo. The originally peaceful life was completely broken, replaced by a series of unexpected troubles.

Perhaps their overly intimate relationship was a mistake from the very beginning, and it shouldn't have developed to this point. Thinking of this, Zhao Qingyu felt a deep sense of self-blame and helplessness.

On the other side, Xiao Jingmo was also caught in an inner struggle. He was worriedly thinking whether his passionate feelings would become the last straw that broke Zhao Qingyu's back.

After all, love is not always sweet and beautiful; it can also be accompanied by heavy responsibilities and pressure. Faced with this dilemma, Xiao Jingmo was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Time flies, the years pass by, and the days go by like flowing water. But the originally insignificant misunderstanding, like a snowball, grows bigger and bigger, becoming heavier and harder to resolve.

Zhao Qingyu silently endured the questioning and accusations from all sides, feeling like a mountain pressing down on an egg, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes, once bright and sparkling with wisdom, now gradually dimmed, losing their former brilliance.

At the same time, Xiao Jingmo stood not far away, staring at all this quietly. His heart felt like it was being gnawed by millions of ants, and it was so painful, but he could do nothing about it.

He knew he couldn't share this pressure with Zhao Qingyu, and could only watch her struggle in her predicament. The distance between them was like a chasm, so close yet so far away, as if there was an invisible and intangible wall between them, ruthlessly separating them.

Yet, despite the thorns and obstacles ahead, the wheel of fate continues its relentless rotation. In this turbulent and magnificent journey of life, can they finally dispel the mysteries, uncover the truth behind the misunderstandings, and rediscover the long-lost trust and unforgettable love? Perhaps only time, the impartial judge, can give us a definitive answer...