Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Jack stood beneath the glass dome of the Sky Garden, his fingertips unconsciously twirling the unfinished plain wedding ring.

The moonlight outside the French windows flowed like a river of light in the twilight, but it couldn't illuminate the dark undercurrents surging in his eyes.

His muse got married...

As the figure stepped across the crystal chandelier in the atrium, Jack smelled the crisp scent of melting Alpine snow.

He Jing's dark gray suit was not an ordinary banquet outfit. The double-layered wool blend fabric had subtle pleats at the elbows, which rippled with light as he climbed the stairs.

His body, clad in a dark gray suit, resembled a financial tycoon stepping off the cover of The Economist. The sharply tailored lapel gleamed with a matte finish under the lights, and his amber eyes exuded a calm and collected demeanor honed over the years.

“Mr. He.” Jack heard the address squeezed out of his throat, tinged with dissatisfaction and resentment.

Although he knew that what he was doing was wrong, he still felt that the man in front of him was only barely worthy of being called a knight by Muse's side, and was not qualified to protect Muse forever.

"Miss Gu has decided to be your wife?" Jack wanted to confirm again.

“This is the third time.” The deep voice had a metallic scraping quality, and He Jing’s leather shoes made a silent arc on the Italian handmade carpet.

"Gu Xiaoxiao is my wife." This label was deliberately emphasized at the end, as if reminding the other party not to overstep some unseen boundary.

Three hours earlier, he had just ended a video call with Evan, his close friend. When Evan showed He Jing's asset report to the camera, the nib of his pen poked countless holes in the A4 paper.

"A net worth of 97.3 billion, controlling stakes in three listed companies, and just last month acquired XX Film & Television." Evan paused, then added, "He is now not only Ms. Gu's legal husband, but also her direct superior."

The danger was right in front of him; the sapphire lapel pin peeking out from the inner pocket of his custom-made suit stung Jack's retina.

That was the "Heart of the Ocean" that sold for £2800 million at Christie's auction last year, but now it seemed like a secret display, showcasing He Jing's economic power.

With its strong economic power, it barely deserves to be called a muse!

“The design drafts we submitted earlier.” He Jing suddenly spoke, and the moment his fingertips brushed against the red velvet chair, Jack felt a jolt of electricity run down the back of his neck.

Those first drafts that she had rejected surged in her memory—a crown of thorns inlaid with crystals, a chain of roses woven with platinum threads, and a shattered moon crafted from meteorite fragments... They twisted into ridiculous shapes in her mind, forming a cruel contrast with the vibrant muse before her.

The pear-shaped wedding ring he designed for Gu Xiaoxiao not long ago is still locked in a safe—the 18K white gold wings are inlaid with a 0.3-carat Paraiba tourmaline, which now seems like a clumsy child's doodle.

A memory suddenly flashed back to when he and his assistant first came into contact with this task. It was his arrogance and prejudice that made the entire collaboration a process in which the assistant was the one communicating.

"I came here this time to..."

“I want a redesign.” Jack’s voice interrupted He Jing’s intention to cooperate. Before He Jing could finish speaking, his assistant had already handed him a leather notebook and a Montblanc pen. “The Muse cannot be neglected like this. She deserves the most perfect design. I want the entire Sotheby’s auctioneer to stand up and applaud when she puts the ring on her finger.”

At 3 a.m., in the hotel's presidential suite, He Jing stood on the terrace and lit his seventh cigarette.

The evening breeze, carrying a damp chill, filled his empty suit pockets. Jack's business card fluttered between his fingers, and on the back was a newly drawn sketch of a ring in pen—the band wasn't the usual circle, but a spiraling Möbius strip, with ancient Greek inscriptions engraved on the inner ring shimmering in the bright light: Σ? θe?? Σ? (You are God).

"Boss, it's done, isn't it?" Mo Feng excitedly held up the contract, looking at it from left to right, his face beaming with an irrepressible smile of pride, as if this was the most glorious moment of his life.

"Haha, I knew it! No one can resist the charm of a goddess!" Mo Feng became more and more excited as he spoke. "Look, even the usually arrogant Jack is willing to cooperate with the goddess. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! No one has ever had such an honor!"

Zhui Feng, standing to the side, was equally excited. He nodded repeatedly and chimed in, "Yes, yes! This is our company's first endorsement. If we can make a name for ourselves in the entertainment industry, it will be a huge boost to the goddess's career!"

However, in stark contrast to Mo Feng and Zhui Feng's excitement, He Jing seemed somewhat worried. He felt that the smooth completion of this collaboration was due to many reasons that he couldn't quite explain.

Although everything seemed perfect, He Jing felt that something was off. Especially the look Jack gave him when they first met, that dissatisfaction mixed with resentment in his eyes, felt strangely familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen it before.

At that moment, the dark castle lit up with a starry sky of lights. Jack stubbed out his cigarette on the gold-embossed invitation. As the flame licked the "Moonlight Kiss" logo, he suddenly remembered Evan's warning from that morning: "He Jing never does anything that doesn't benefit him; he wants eternity... Are you really willing to sacrifice your soul for the Muse?"

But at this moment, the evening breeze carried a faint scent of roses, much like the lingering fragrance of Gu Xiaoxiao from that fleeting glimpse, which drove Jack more insane than any diamond.

He believed that genuine affection could set Muse free, rather than a transaction devoid of emotion. Even if Muse returned to her own world, he was willing to grant her wish!