Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Chapter 377 The White Moonlight in the Substitute Novel (Twenty-Seven)

As the light spring rain washed over the glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers, He Jing's pen suddenly paused at the section on Xiao Xiao's future schedule arranged by the publicity department, and he began to examine it closely.

At the long sandalwood table in the conference room, the twenty-three senior executives held their breath, fearing that their carefully selected proposals would be ruthlessly rejected by He Jing.

At that moment, He Jing's obsidian phone, which was usually silent, suddenly started vibrating wildly on the red velvet tablecloth, and the word "Xiao" flashing on the screen pierced through the noise in the room.

When Gu Xiaoxiao heard Zhang Guochao say that He Jing had acquired their company, she inexplicably wanted to call He Jing to question him. By the time she realized it, the call had already been answered.

"What is it?" Judging from He Jing's tone, it sounded like a bored girlfriend calling her busy boyfriend, and the boyfriend asking with a helpless yet patient tone.

Doesn't this tone sound a little too familiar?

The other party was still busy, but He Jing explained with a hint of helplessness, "I'm in a meeting right now, we'll talk later."

Then he hung up the phone that Gu Xiaoxiao had accidentally dialed!

Gu Xiaoxiao stared at her phone screen, now completely black again, unable to calm down for a long time. What was He Jing doing? She couldn't understand it at all.

Gu Xiaoxiao stood in front of the frosted glass window of the tea room, the metal edge of her phone digging painfully into her palm.

A light rain was falling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon signs of the office building across the street, much like the thoughts churning in her mind at that moment.

The news that Zhang Guochao personally delivered just three minutes ago is still ringing in my ears—He Jing acquired their company and merged it into his Xingyue Company.

Why did He Jing want to include other people under Xingyue Company? Naturally, he included himself among these other people.

Could it be... that He Jing has broken his character?

This realization sent a cold sweat instantly up the back of her neck. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the already cold coffee cup, the milky white liquid shimmering in tiny ripples at the bottom.

With a "ding," the notification sound from her phone startled her so much that her wrist trembled.

Gu Xiaoxiao looked down at the number in her contacts that she hadn't dialed, and suddenly realized that her thumb was trembling slightly above the green call button.

"Hey?"

When that voice, imbued with the scent of pine, traveled through the electrical current, Gu Xiaoxiao realized with a start that her phone was already pressed against her burning ear.

The central air conditioning vent in the tea room emitted a faint hum, and a sudden gust of cold air brushed against the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She heard her own rapid breathing, which hit the glass window and bounced back into her eardrums.

"What's up?"

He Jing's voice trailed off, echoing in the conference room, with the faint rustling of papers turning in the background.

Gu Xiaoxiao felt as if someone had stuffed a handful of mints into her throat, a cold, suffocating sensation rising up her trachea. She didn't know how to speak; her mind was racing, trying to guess He Jing's expression across from her—was it more impatience or more delight?

But she didn't want to see him at peace...

The crisp sound of a pen tapping on the table interrupted her thoughts. He Jing suddenly lowered her voice, "There's a problem with the data on the third page of the projector. Director Wang, please double-check it."

The second half of the sentence was clearly addressed to the conference table, but it reminded Gu Xiaoxiao of her senior year in the lecture hall, when this person would always poke her notebook with the end of his pen to remind her of the topics the professor might ask.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against the phone, as if someone had moved the phone closer to me.

He Jing's voice, carrying a warm current, brushed against her earlobe: "I'm in a meeting, I'll call you back in twenty minutes." The man's soft chuckle after the silence was like that of a victorious general. Before she could react, the line went dead.

Gu Xiaoxiao stared at the 10-second call log on her phone screen, dumbfounded.

The motion-sensor lights in the break room suddenly went out, and in the instant darkness enveloped her, a memory flashed back to the summer of her seventeenth year—He Jing, wearing his school uniform, leaning against the basketball hoop, had chuckled softly before hanging up, saying, "Next time you miss me, just say so."

A purple lightning bolt flashed across the glass curtain wall, illuminating her suddenly dilated pupils. Her phone vibrated in her palm, a new message popping up on the lock screen: [18:30, Underground parking garage, section C, black Phantom, license plate ending in 0688, I'm waiting for you.]