Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

At that moment, the highly anticipated live interview was still in full swing. However, in this seemingly calm atmosphere, an unexpected situation occurred—the phone, which had been hung up, rang again! The sharp and urgent ringing sound was like a sharp sword, piercing the original tranquility of the scene.

Gu Xiaoxiao's gaze involuntarily fell on the screen of the phone she was tightly holding in her hand.

That "Mr. Nice Guy's" phone number is lit up again!

The caller ID on her phone kept flashing, each flash like a hammer blow to Gu Xiaoxiao's heart. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster, almost leaping out of her throat. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead, and her hands trembled slightly, as if she had completely lost control of them.

what's the situation?

Isn't He Jing in a meeting?

Why would this workaholic suddenly call back?

However, in another shot of the live stream, Li Heng excused himself to take a work call and briefly left the live stream.

Under the glaring spotlight, Gu Xiaoxiao's nails dug deeply into her palms.

The phone screen vibrated silently on the interview table, and the four words "Mr. Nice Guy" glowing with a faint blue light seemed like a death knell, piercing straight into her violently contracting pupils.

"It's over," Gu Xiaoxiao muttered to herself, filled with regret.

"Ms. Gu?" The host's voice came from afar for the fifth time, "It's time to answer the phone!"

She woke up with a start, only to find that the back of her neck was already soaked with cold sweat. The air conditioning in the live broadcast room was set too low, and the pearl necklace hanging in front of her chest kept scraping against her collarbone with her rapid breathing, causing a fine, stinging pain.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Nianru across from him, her lips, painted with peach-colored lip gloss, curving into a malicious smile.

"Ding--"

The second ring of the bell was like a thunderclap. All thirty-eight cameras in the live broadcast room turned to her slightly trembling fingertips at the same time, and the live comments on the monitor screen in the control room suddenly covered the screen like a blizzard.

[Li Heng's studio has no other scheduled activities for today. Li Heng just said it was a work call! He's definitely lying!]

[Xiaoxiao, answer the phone! I want to hear Li Heng's deep voice!]

[Jiang Nianru's eye-rolling emoji has been captured, sisters, save it quickly!]

“It seems our Miss Gu needs a bit of courage.” Jiang Nianru suddenly leaned forward, her rhinestone-encrusted nail polish tapping against the glass tabletop. “How about I help you catch it? After all…” she deliberately lowered her voice, “I’m also very curious to know why this nice guy broke up with you.”

Gu Xiaoxiao's temples throbbed. She really wanted to know why the original owner of this body broke up with He Jing.

"Ding--"

As the phone rang for the third time, Gu Xiaoxiao seemed to have made up her mind and quickly answered it, "Sorry to disturb your work, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone was hung up again.

Gu Xiaoxiao stared in disbelief at the phone in her hand, which had been ruthlessly hung up, completely stunned. However, just a moment later, she completely relaxed as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She thought to herself, "It seems that He Jing's call was just an accident; perhaps he accidentally pressed the wrong button." Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shake her head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, He Jing gripped his phone tightly, his face filled with regret. He was filled with remorse, inwardly berating himself for so easily believing Zhui Feng's unreliable words and impulsively dialing Gu Xiaoxiao's number!

The more he thought about it, the more foolish he felt, like a naive young man experiencing his first love who had lost all reason.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I so impatient? Does my world stop turning without her? No, absolutely not! It's not like I can't live without her, why should I rush to please her like this! Maybe that heartless woman will make fun of me..." He Jing muttered to himself, scratching his hair in frustration, his mood at its worst.

In that moment of unease and anxiety, He Jing felt as if he were enveloped by an invisible flame, the frustration in his heart constantly burning away his reason.

So, after much deliberation, he decided to find a quiet corner by himself to clear his mind and try to calm his restless heart so that he could deal with the thorny issue at hand in a calm and rational way.

Unexpectedly, not long after he went to the deserted rooftop alone, he heard someone crying somewhere. The crying was so loud in the empty rooftop that it was earth-shattering and ghost-weeping, startling He Jing so much that he fell silent and spilled his coffee all over the floor.

Following the faint sound of sobbing, He Jing finally found the source of the sound.

Not far away, a tall and imposing man, about eight feet tall, was squatting alone on the cold ground.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Mo Feng.

At that moment, he was tightly gripping a bottle of beer in his left hand, while his right hand was constantly wiping away the tears that kept welling up in his eyes. He was crying so hard that it was heartbreaking and devastating.

As Mo Feng's immediate superior, He Jing felt it would be too cold-blooded to ignore his subordinate's heartbroken state. Therefore, after a brief moment of thought, He Jing decided to put aside his own problems and first comfort his subordinate who was on the verge of a breakdown.

As He Jing slowly approached, Mo Feng was already slightly tipsy. Perhaps he was still immersed in the pain of heartbreak, or perhaps the alcohol had made him somewhat numb. In any case, Mo Feng did not show much surprise or excitement at He Jing's sudden appearance.

Instead, he simply raised his head, glanced at He Jing with his bloodshot and swollen eyes, and then, as if grasping at a lifeline, lunged forward, hugged He Jing tightly, and began to sob incoherently, "Boss... Boss, waaaah... I... I've been dumped!"

Faced with Mo Feng's sudden action and a series of tearful words, He Jing was slightly taken aback at first, but quickly regained his composure. He gently patted Mo Feng's back, trying to offer some comfort in this way, while replying lightly, "Okay, I understand. So?"

"My goddess actually has someone she likes! This should be a happy thing, but why can't I be happy at all?" Mo Feng slammed his beer glass to the ground with a face full of sorrow, shards of glass flying everywhere, as if the glass was the scapegoat for his current depression.

Seeing this, He Jing curled his lips dismissively and replied with a hint of mockery, "It's perfectly normal for your goddess to have someone she likes. Why are you making such a fuss?" In He Jing's opinion, Mo Feng's behavior was nothing more than whining and making trouble for himself.

Back when she was dumped by her ex, she didn't shed a single tear. Yet this Mo Feng was just an insignificant fan in Gu Xiaoxiao's eyes, and she was crying so heartbrokenly for him. It was truly incomprehensible.

However, faced with He Jing's sarcasm, Mo Feng not only did not back down, but instead became more serious and earnest in his rebuttal: "Boss, how can someone in such a high position like you understand the feelings of us mortals? To be honest, my admiration for the goddess has lasted for five whole years! Ever since she first stepped into the entertainment industry, I have been deeply attracted by her charm."

She not only possesses a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, but also a kind heart; her personality is gentle as water, intellectual and elegant. It is no exaggeration to say that she is simply the perfect ideal partner in my mind! Now that I know that she has someone else in her heart, how can I let it go? "When he spoke of this, Mo Feng's eyes reddened and his voice became slightly choked.

As He Jing listened to Mo Feng's evaluation of Gu Xiaoxiao, his memories returned to the time when he and Gu Xiaoxiao were together.

Back then, he hadn't yet become the influential figure in Beijing's social circles, but was just a young, impulsive, and irritable troublemaker who habitually resorted to violence to solve everything.

However, Gu Xiaoxiao showed him extraordinary tolerance and understanding.

During those naive and ignorant years, Gu Xiaoxiao was like a guiding light illuminating his path forward, gradually making him realize that simply relying on fists cannot truly solve all problems, and that true strength does not come from force, but from one's own strength and wisdom.

So he secretly vowed to work hard and climb to the top of life with his own abilities. Only by standing above everyone else and becoming the best of the best could he completely get rid of those contemptuous and mocking eyes and no one would dare to look down on his status as an illegitimate child.

Unfortunately, beautiful times always pass by in the blink of an eye, impossible to hold onto. Just when he was deeply in love with Gu Xiaoxiao and thought that the two of them could walk hand in hand through the long years, fate cruelly played a cruel joke on him—Gu Xiaoxiao chose to leave him without warning and disappeared without a trace, as if she had vanished from the face of the earth.

This sudden change was like a heavy hammer blow to his heart, causing him unbearable pain and bringing him to the brink of collapse.

"She's a total scumbag!" He Jing could no longer contain his anger and lashed out. However, to his utter surprise, Mo Feng chimed in, "That's right, she's an absolute scumbag! She sneaked into my heart, but fell in love with another man."

He Jing stared speechlessly at Mo Feng, who was clearly completely drunk, a sense of worry rising in his heart. Mo Feng's face was flushed, his eyes were glazed, and he kept muttering Xiao Xiao's name.

"I'll take you back," He Jing said softly, trying to reach out to support Mo Feng. But to his surprise, Mo Feng abruptly pushed He Jing aside, then swayed to his feet, shouting, "No, no need! I can walk by myself!"

Nevertheless, Mo Feng's unsteady, frail figure was truly worrying. Helpless, He Jing could only stay close to Mo Feng, carefully reaching out to support him in case he accidentally fell to the ground.

At this moment, Mo Feng seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, chattering on and on the way.

"But I'm still not happy. I like her, so I hope she's doing well. I'm sad when she's not happy, and I feel even worse when her happiness is none of my business. Boss, do you think I'm sick?" Mo Feng mumbled drunkenly, hugging He Jing's neck. But He Jing took Mo Feng's words to heart.

“Everyone experiences heartbreak, it’s nothing to be afraid of.” Mo Feng said, his gaze fixed on He Jing, who sat calmly opposite him. Suddenly, he leaned forward, quickly getting closer to He Jing, his bright eyes staring intently at him.

He Jing was taken aback by Mo Feng's sudden action. He frowned slightly and asked with a hint of embarrassment and confusion, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Hearing this, Mo Feng showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he pressed on, "Boss, you've also experienced heartbreak, and even been dumped by that awful scumbag! How did you get through it? Share your experience with me!"

However, faced with Mo Feng's blunt question, He Jing simply replied, "So many years have passed, I've long forgotten those things." But his seemingly nonchalant and indifferent attitude did not fool Mo Feng's keen insight.

"Stop pretending, boss. You've never forgotten that relationship. You still have her in your heart. I can see that clearly!" Mo Feng ruthlessly exposed He Jing's pretense.

Upon hearing this, He Jing was taken aback for a moment, then gave a slightly guilty smile and hurriedly explained, "What nonsense! How could she be that important? It's not like I can't live without her. There are plenty of good women in the world!"

But Mo Feng clearly didn't believe He Jing's explanation. He shook his head and said with certainty, "I don't know if she's important to you, but I know you absolutely can't live without her! Otherwise, why have you always shut yourself off all these years and refused to interact with other women? Isn't this the best proof?"

He Jing glanced impatiently at the drunken man, muttering, "I can't be bothered to argue with a drunkard like you!" With that, he reached out and steadied the swaying Mo Feng, then forcefully pulled him back to his seat and settled him down.

After settling Mo Feng in, He Jing looked at Zhui Feng, who was working diligently on analysis reports, with a stern face, and coldly ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Your brother has had too much to drink, come and take care of him right away!"

After explaining everything, He Jing seemed to realize that his actions had attracted the attention of those around him, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. He glanced around at everyone present somewhat awkwardly and snapped, "Why are you all staring at me? Don't you have any work to do?" With his rebuke, those who had been secretly observing the situation lowered their heads and returned to their busy work.