Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

As morning light streamed into the presidential suite, Gu Xiaoxiao awoke to the scent of orange blossoms filling the room. The velvet curtains automatically slid open to the sides, and the smart screens covering the entire wall began playing the morning news.

The financial channel host was excitedly showcasing the latest developments of the He Group. Hidden within the announcement of He Jing's acquisition of the film company was a handwritten, gold-embossed sentence: "With the stars as our betrothal gift, we invite you to jointly rule the Milky Way."

The low whirring of a razor came from the bathroom. Gu Xiaoxiao walked barefoot through the rose petals scattered on the floor, when suddenly her path was blocked by the smart home assistant.

A robotic arm presented a gilded breakfast cart, next to which lay the auction catalog that had been flown in that morning. The cover featured the elegant plain ring on her ring finger—the description boldly proclaimed, "Not for Sale: Exclusively for the Moon Elf."

"Awake?" He Jing, smelling of minty shaving cream, embraced her from behind, his newly sprouted stubble brushing against the back of her ear. "Do you want to rest a little longer?"

In the original story, Tang Jiao had already become He Jing's mistress at this point. Although her resources had improved considerably, there were also many people who coveted Tang Jiao's beauty and plotted against her. One of them was a famous director who wanted to use unspoken rules to keep Tang Jiao as his mistress.

While Tang Jiao was struggling with tears in her eyes in the dressing room on set, she was spotted by He Jing, who was inspecting the crew. He Jing then rescued Tang Jiao once again.

Tang Jiao was rescued by He Jing again. Looking at the man who had ruthlessly taken her virginity, Tang Jiao finally realized what kind of identity he had in keeping her.

Fear and surprise intertwined in a complex mix of emotions, and Tang Jiao began to subtly approach He Jing.

This is the second time the male and female protagonists in the original work have met. Due to their own mistakes, they missed their first meeting, so naturally they cannot let them miss the second one.

So Gu Xiaoxiao immediately accepted the script Zhang Guochao gave her, planning to quietly join the crew and then try to bring the male and female leads together.

"I've rested for so long, it's time to come back to acting, otherwise my fans will forget about me." Gu Xiaoxiao smiled gently, as charming as spring flowers in bloom. She comforted He Jing behind her as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

“I won’t allow it,” He Jing’s response was not what she wanted. He muttered softly, but his voice still reached Gu Xiaoxiao’s ears: “I wish they would forget about you.” These words were like a lightning bolt that ripped through the night sky, leaving Gu Xiaoxiao somewhat astonished.

She turned her head and stared at He Jing, a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes. He Jing seemed to realize his slip of the tongue, and he quickly explained, "I meant that you are a superstar I finally managed to sign. A third-rate script is not worthy of your value."

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoxiao's doubts eased slightly, but she still patiently patted He Jing's hand and comforted him, "I'm not Mr. He's kept canary. I have my own career and pursuits. As your long-term marriage partner, I can't be a useless person." Her tone was firm and powerful, revealing a spirit of independence.

He Jing naturally knew Gu Xiaoxiao's pride. If she didn't want him to see her in such a sorry state, she wouldn't have been avoiding him all this time.

She wanted him to always see her as glamorous and beautiful, but she didn't realize that a good partner should know how to share joys and sorrows and move forward hand in hand.

They both missed the opportunity to work together because of their pride. Now that they've met at the top, he should naturally respect her career and not rush things. Otherwise, if she gets hurt and hides away again, he won't be able to find any other lame reason to keep her.

Meanwhile, back home, it was July, and Hengdian was like a steamer, with the sound of cicadas mixed with the crisp sound of plastic lunchboxes being opened.

A dozen or so extras huddled in the shade of the imitation ancient palace wall, their sweaty costumes stained with salt, and their cheap headgear soaked dark with sweat.

Someone's phone was playing a short video from Douyin (TikTok), and a mechanical female voice was announcing in a clear, articulate voice: "Van Cleef & Arpels officially announces a strategic partnership with Xingyue Films..."

With a "smack," the thug with dyed yellow hair stabbed his chopsticks into the braised pork: "Damn, those bastards from Xingyue are so lucky!" Oil splattered onto the girl's light pink dress next to him, eliciting a coquettish groan.

He wiped his mouth nonchalantly: "I heard that their boss, He Jing, rented three floors of the Four Seasons Hotel as staff dormitories, and even the cleaning lady can get a Tiffany Mid-Autumn Festival gift box."

A middle-aged extra dressed in coarse linen suddenly lowered his voice: "Did you guys know Gu Xiaoxiao is going to be joining our group?" His words were like a pebble thrown into boiling water, drawing a dozen pairs of eyes. He mysteriously waved his phone: "My fellow villager works in the costume and makeup team. He said he saw an Alphard drive straight into the Ming and Qing Palace complex through the back gate..."

Before the words were finished, the tinkling of jade pendants echoed from the bluestone slabs. Everyone turned to look and saw a smoky purple gauze dress trailing on the ground, and gold-threaded shoes adorned with pearls that shimmered in the sunlight.

The palace maid holding the umbrella jogged after the man, her plain gauze hat being lifted by the wind, revealing a gilded hairpin adorned with pearls.

"Gu Xiaoxiao!" The blond-haired man suddenly stood up, his lunchbox crashing onto the blue bricks. Oily soup seeped into the cracks in the stone, soaking the Suzhou-embroidered peonies on Tang Jiao's skirt. The palace maid holding the umbrella gasped, hurriedly pulling out her handkerchief, but Tang Jiao stopped her with a raised hand.

Her slender index finger hooked the light veil of her hat, revealing a face so beautiful it was almost bewitching. The corners of her eyes were outlined with gold powder in an upward curve, and her lips were painted the cherry color that was most popular on the runways this year. She casually tossed her hair ornament over her shoulder, the agate tassels brushing against her collarbone, alluring and seductive.

"These days, extras," a diamond-encrusted nail polish flashed across the newly updated verified social media account of "Tang Jiao, a contracted actress with Xingyue Film and Television," a sneer scattering across the floor, "can't even tell the difference between the main character and the stand-in?"

The air seemed to freeze. The palace maid holding the umbrella froze in mid-air, her handkerchief hanging in the air. The blond-haired man stared at her, his face flushed, then suddenly realized, "I remember now! You're the one who was Gu Xiaoxiao's body double in 'The Deep Palace'..."

“It’s a body double.” Tang Jiao interrupted, her peacock blue manicured nails tapping on her phone screen. A notification sounded at just the right moment; Xingyue Company had liked her selfie in the same smoky purple palace dress three minutes earlier.

She turned the screen towards the crowd, the latest Vertu phone's diamond-encrusted edges reflecting iridescent light: "Look carefully, I'm not Gu Xiaoxiao! Nor am I anyone's substitute!"

The shouts of the production crew came from afar. As Tang Jiao turned around, she deliberately brushed her skirt against the overturned lunchbox. The blond-haired man stared at her receding figure and sneered disdainfully, "So what if she got lucky and was acquired by Xingyue Film and Television? She acts all high and mighty. Even actress Gu Xiaoxiao knows to join the crew discreetly! But she's like she's afraid people won't know she's one of Xingyue's people."

The burst of laughter startled the white doves from the eaves, and Tang Jiao's high heels slipped suddenly. She grabbed a vermilion pillar, her diamond-encrusted nails leaving long, thin white marks on the nanmu wood. "That wretched Gu Xiaoxiao, she's like a persistent ghost! He Jing clearly loves her, but she takes advantage of her ex-boyfriend status to provoke me again and again."

Amidst the chirping of cicadas, the palace maid holding the umbrella bent down to pick up the X-shaped set that had fallen from Tang Jiao's costume. Her face flushed, she glanced around and, seeing that no one was resting, quickly threw it into the trash can.

Twenty meters away, the main hall was being re-laid with a red carpet, and the props team replaced all the prepared simulated glass lamps with real ones—it is said that the business director of Xingyue Film and Television called ten minutes ago to request a temporary upgrade of the makeup and costume specifications for that behind-the-scenes shareholder.