Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Fu Jingheng looked at the shabby rented room, his brows furrowed without relaxing.

“Is this where people live?”

Because she had left the Gu family and didn't have much money, Xiaoxiao only rented a studio apartment.

Although it can't compare to Fu Jingheng's several-hundred-square-meter penthouse, it still has everything you need.

"It's alright, except the toilet leaks a little, everything else is fine."

Xiao Xiao didn't think the environment here was bad; compared to where she lived when she was alive, it was much better.

Fu Jingheng glanced at the bathroom and recalled Zhou Yan's personal advice: "Helping women with some household chores can increase a man's popularity with women and also showcase his charm."

"Let me take a look!" Fu Jingheng tossed his coat to Xiaoxiao, rolled up his sleeves, and ran to the bathroom.

An hour has passed...

"Mr. Fu, are you sure you don't need my help?" Xiao Xiao looked at Fu Jingheng, who was soaked to the bone, and her lips twitched slightly.

Fu Jingheng seemed to have a grudge against the toilet; the moment he stopped moving his hands, water would start flowing, and the moment he stopped moving his hands, water would start flowing again.

Fu Jingheng gritted his teeth and replied in a muffled voice, "No need, you should get some rest."

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Xiao woke up three times while pacing on the sofa before Fu Jingheng finally finished.

Fu Jingheng glanced at the clock on the wall, then at the girl sleeping soundly on the sofa.

The girl's fair and delicate profile was like that of a fragile porcelain doll, making one reluctant to disturb her.

Fu Jingheng chuckled self-deprecatingly, blocked Zhou Yan's WeChat and phone number, picked up his coat, and tiptoed back home.

When Cao Zheng saw Fu Jingheng, who was soaking wet, her years of professionalism almost made her lose her composure. She froze for three seconds before quickly taking out a blanket from the trunk and wrapping it around Fu Jingheng.

"Back to the company"

Looking at Fu Jingheng, who was soaking wet, Cao Zheng felt a pang of pity. "Mr. Fu, aren't you going to go back and change your clothes?"

The man's dark gaze swept over her, and Cao Zheng immediately fell silent. "There's been a new development with Gao Ke. Anyway, we have clothes at the company; we can just change them later."

After explaining, Fu Jingheng looked down at the documents in his hand again, "I always have Lu Zhensi keeping an eye on him. It's not easy for an older single man to finally find a girlfriend."

Cao Zheng, who had always blindly followed Fu Jingheng's orders, almost slammed on the brakes when she heard something other than an order for the first time.

The great demon has a mouth now?

He was explaining to me why I needed to go to the company.

These past few days of interaction with Xiaoxiao have made this man, who had always lived in his own world, a little more human!

Cao Zheng was very pleased.

But seeing the man change his clothes and quickly get back to work, Cao Zheng felt a pang of heartache again.

Finally, there's someone who cares about you and understands your needs, so why is President Fu still working so hard?

Under the lights, Fu Jingheng looked radiant in the conference room. Cao Zheng felt that fate was too unfair. They were the same age, but Fu Jingheng was as energetic as a young man, while she had to eat goji berries and beer when she went out for social events, and she also had to take care of her hair frequently to prevent baldness...

Why can't Fu Jingheng also experience the hardships of middle age?

Perhaps Cao Zheng's sincerity moved the heavens, because Fu Jingheng felt a little uncomfortable in his throat around dawn.

But Fu Jingheng persevered until the end of the meeting, relying on his iron will.

With my forehead throbbing, I intended to rest for a while in the office before continuing to work overtime, but somehow when I woke up, I found myself at home.

Opening his heavy eyelids, he was met with the girl's concerned gaze, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting his slightly disheveled appearance.

"You...why are you here? What's wrong with me...?"

Perhaps due to working overtime late into the night and being exposed to the cold wind, the man's voice sounded hoarse and rough, like the bleak autumn wind, adding a touch of desolation to his already deep tone.

The girl did not answer Fu Jingheng's question, but gently touched Fu Jingheng's forehead.

When her cool little hand touched the man's burning forehead, Fu Jingheng, still in a daze, only heard the girl's exclamation, "Oh my god, it's still so hot."

After that, Fu Jingheng drifted off to sleep again.

I woke up again the next morning.

The early summer morning breeze, carrying the slight coolness of the night, blew into the room.

The man, who had been running a high fever all night, murmured something, then slowly sat up, rubbing his forehead.

The still-damp towel slipped from his forehead. Fu Jingheng picked up the towel with a slight surprise, then turned to look at the girl sleeping on the edge of the bed. His heart remained unsettled for a long time.

How long has it been since anyone took care of me?

I wasn't particularly outstanding when I was young; I was just a little kid who needed love and comfort.

When did I become like this, preferring to be alone and disliking being disturbed? When I see others in love to the point of obsession, I only feel burdened. I think that feelings are useless and should have been discarded long ago.

Perhaps it's because of my mother's passing!

Even someone as radiant as the warm sun can suddenly fall, without warning, catching you completely off guard.

Fu Jingheng glanced at his worn-out wristwatch, his emotions churning.

When Xiao Xiao woke up, Fu Jingheng was staring at her in a daze.

"Mr. Fu, are you feeling better?"

The girl's voice was like spring rain, warming people's hearts and slowly melting Fu Jingheng's cold and hardened heart.

Perhaps it's not bad to be like Zhou Yan said: don't worry about gains and losses, don't dwell on the past, have a relationship, and have someone to accompany you as you grow old. That's good enough.

Seeing that Fu Jingheng didn't speak for a long time, Xiaoxiao thought that Fu Jingheng was delirious with fever, so she quickly got up and touched Fu Jingheng's forehead temperature again.

It felt warm to the touch; it was a false alarm.

Hearing the girl seem relieved, Fu Jingheng snapped out of his reverie and whispered, "Thank you!"

Perhaps because he hadn't drunk water for a long time, his throat became dry and itchy as soon as he finished speaking, and he coughed lightly twice, which immediately made Xiaoxiao nervous.

"what happened?"

Fu Jingheng looked up at Xiaoxiao's anxious expression, and a strange feeling flashed through his mind.

She cares about me!

Zhou Yan once said, "The squeaky wheel gets the grease, and the same principle applies to men wanting women to care about them!"

Fu Jingheng slightly furrowed his brows and tightened his jaw, saying with a restrained expression, "It's nothing..."

Sure enough, Xiaoxiao became even more concerned about him.

Perhaps the girl was too anxious, because when she leaned over to check, she straddled Fu Jingheng's lap.

The girl smelled wonderful, with that delicate gardenia fragrance. The faint, almost imperceptible touch made Fu Jingheng feel warm all over again, even through her shirt.

Fu Jingheng's body felt hot again. Could it be that he has a fever again?

Xiao Xiao was worried, so she put her hands on Fu Jingheng's shoulders and pressed her forehead against his to see if he was still not fully recovered.

The sudden closeness of her face, the cool touch made Fu Jingheng tremble, and he instinctively wanted to pull away.

"Don't move, let me see if you're hot!"

The girl cupped the man's face in her hands to stop him from moving.

As Fu Jingheng watched the girl slowly approach, his heart pounded in his chest. He resigned himself to his fate, closed his eyes, and let Xiao Xiao do as she pleased.