Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

After finishing a long day's work, Fu Jingheng closed his laptop.

I subconsciously looked up towards the living room. The spacious space, with its cool color scheme, was now eerily quiet, devoid of any sign of human presence.

Fu Jingheng rubbed his temples, then got up in annoyance to prepare a cup of coffee.

As he approached the coffee cup, a pink sticky note, clashing with the cool color scheme, caught Fu Jingheng's eye.

Picking up a sticky note, the delicate and neat handwriting is pleasing to the eye.

“Mr. Fu, I see you always take stomach medicine. Drinking coffee on an empty stomach while staying up late can be very bad for your stomach. You could try drinking a glass of warm milk.”

Fu Jingheng chuckled self-deprecatingly, picked up the sticky note, and was about to crumple it up and throw it away when he noticed there were words on the back of the sticky note.

"Don't rush to throw it away. I know you don't have time to buy these useless things, so I ordered warm milk, which will be delivered to your house tomorrow."

Fu Jingheng glanced at his watch; it would be five o'clock in three hours. He pursed his lips and returned to his seat to work. The person who was originally single-minded suddenly had something to worry about, and these three hours were an unbearable ordeal for him.

After checking the time countless times, the doorbell finally rang.

Fu Jingheng quickly got up, opened the door, and expressionlessly accepted the fresh milk delivered by the deliveryman before closing the door.

Touching the warm milk bag, I glanced at the brand name on it; it was an unknown small brand.

Normally, Fu Jingheng would consider such a product a no-name brand or counterfeit, and he would never touch it. But since the young lady had specially chosen it for him, he reluctantly took a bite.

Compared to the bitterness of coffee, the rich aroma of this milk has a unique flavor that makes you feel relaxed.

Fu Jingheng then noticed a line of small print on the back of the milk: "We only make one kind of fresh milk, just for you!"

Fu Jingheng traced the handwriting and chuckled softly, "At least you have some conscience!"

Perhaps feeling a bit tired, Fu Jingheng, sitting in the back seat of the car, wanted to close his eyes and rest for a moment, but unexpectedly fell asleep.

It was Cao Zheng who woke Fu Jingheng up.

Because it was almost time, the elevator was quite crowded. When people saw Fu Jingheng with a big smile on his face, they were all stunned.

"What's gotten into the big boss these past few days? He doesn't use his own private elevator and insists on sharing it with us," the man with the buzz cut said, puzzled.

"Who knows?" The young office worker glanced at Fu Jingheng as he approached. "I heard from Manager Cai that the big devil seems to have been dumped by his girlfriend!"

"So he took his anger out on me?" The man with the buzz cut realized.

The young office worker gave a "you know what I mean" emoji, and the man with the buzz cut nodded in understanding.

The once bustling and crowded elevator seemed to drop several degrees in temperature after Fu Jingheng entered.

Until Cai Chenchen appeared at the elevator door in a hurry, carrying a milk bag in her mouth.

Cai Chenchen glanced at Fu Jingheng staring at him from inside the elevator, shrank back, and turned to run towards another elevator that was still on the 20th floor.

Fu Jingheng glanced at his watch. "Manager Cai, there's one minute left. Are you sure you can make it?"

Cai Chenchen took a breath, swallowed hard, and once again forced himself to squeeze into the elevator.

The awkward thing was that the elevator was overloaded as soon as Cai Chenchen entered, so she could only get off the elevator with a mix of excitement and trepidation and silently walk towards another elevator.

But the elevator seemed to be malfunctioning, making noises incessantly.

As everyone looked at each other, Fu Jingheng got down and walked to Cai Chenchen's side.

Fu Jingheng glanced at the familiar logo on the milk bag in Cai Chenchen's hand. "Manager Cai, haven't you had breakfast yet?"

Cai Chenchen awkwardly stuffed the milk into his pocket. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Fu."

Fu Jingheng, with his sharp eyes, noticed the note that had fallen from the milk carton and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Manager Cai, do you like drinking milk?"

Cai Chenchen picked up the note, stuffed it into his pocket, and scratched his head. "Not entirely. It just so happens that a new bakery opened next to the company, and the owner was very friendly, so I bought a bag to try."

The elevator was faster than I expected.

With just 10 seconds left, Cai Chenchen was about to enter the office on time when Fu Jingheng called him back.

Fu Jingheng narrowed his eyes, pointing towards Cai Chenchen's chest, "Are you sure the shopkeeper is only buying because she's enthusiastic and not pretty?"

"You're not young anymore, it's time for you to start dating!"

"Mr. Fu, please don't joke with me." Cai Chenchen blushed. She didn't expect Fu Jingheng to be so gossipy. He seemed quite easy to get along with.

Fu Jingheng glanced at his watch, a cold smile playing on his lips. "But before we start dating, Manager Cai, you need to write a 1-word self-criticism. We need to set a good example regarding your habit of being late for work, don't you think, Manager Cai?"

Cai Chenchen: "..."

……

Xiao Xiao had been busy all day and finally bought all the milk and bread. She closed the door, her legs feeling a little sore, and turned around to see Fu Jingheng behind her, his hands in his pockets, leaning against the streetlight.

Fu Jingheng was dressed in a black suit. Since it wasn't completely dark yet and the streetlights were dim, he looked exceptionally handsome, like a luminous pearl shining brightly in the night.

His sullen face was a bit intimidating.

Xiao Xiao knew what was going on, so she wasn't afraid. She stepped forward with a smile and greeted Fu Jingheng, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Jingheng had previously sent Cao Zheng to Xiaoxiao's shop to buy things, and he also sent him some photos of the shop's products.

Looking at the shelves full of goods covered with all sorts of love quotes, Fu Jingheng felt a throbbing in his forehead, and he couldn't swallow the anger in his heart.

Fu Jingheng, who had originally planned to come in two days, rushed to the store entrance as soon as he got off work to wait.