Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Let's make it official!

Gu Xiaoxiao's last words were still lingering in the white mist from the air conditioner vent when He Jing's pupils suddenly contracted into two icicles.

He noticed her pale pink nails unconsciously scratching the subtle gold patterns on her phone case; she still made this small movement when she was nervous.

"Official announcement?" His Adam's apple bobbed more rapidly than the alarm on the operating room's electrocardiogram monitor. He rubbed his wristwatch with his fingertips, looking indifferent.

The moonlight outside the window swept across Gu Xiaoxiao's lowered eyelashes, casting a butterfly-wing-like shadow on her porcelain-white cheeks.

Suddenly, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he asked awkwardly, "Miss Gu, what do you want to announce?"

Gu Xiaoxiao didn't know what had gotten into her; she impulsively said a line she shouldn't have said at that moment, and now she was regretting it and wondering how to take it back!

Upon hearing He Jing's teasing remark, Gu Xiaoxiao was overjoyed and immediately accepted the offer.

“Since Mr. He finds it difficult—” Gu Xiaoxiao’s fingertips dug into the diamond pattern of the limited edition leather bag, her newly done nude nail polish gleaming under the overhead light like the shimmering light of a seashell before it shattered, “just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

"Wait!" He Jing's palms reacted before his brain could process it. By the time he realized it, he had already trapped the other person in his cedar-scented embrace.

When Gu Xiaoxiao's lower back bumped into He Jing's broad chest, He Jing was looking down at her.

She looked up into the turbulent storm raging in his eyes and suddenly felt a chill: "He Jing?" Gu Xiaoxiao gently shook her hand, trying to wake He Jing.

He Jing's gaze swept over the swaying hem of the lotus-colored skirt outside the door, and he muttered in a low voice, "Mr. He, the way you look on that face makes me think you were the one I dragged to the Civil Affairs Bureau, when you were clearly..."

From this angle, He Jing could also see the lotus-colored figure hiding in the shadows. Even though He Jing thought he didn't know the other person and disliked them, he couldn't stop the other person from trying to make their presence known.

He Jing was indeed disgusted and wished he could kick him out, but in front of Gu Xiaoxiao, he still had to restrain himself.

However, he was also very fortunate. If it weren't for the stunt double's constant ulterior motives, Gu Xiaoxiao probably wouldn't have officially announced their relationship so soon.

He was afraid he would remain Gu Xiaoxiao's unknown husband for a very long time, but now Gu Xiaoxiao suddenly wanted to make their relationship official because of this stand-in actor.

That was absolutely fantastic news, a stroke of good luck by sheer luck!

The moment He Jing suddenly lowered his head and his canine teeth brushed against her earlobe, he caught a glimpse of Tang Jiao's staggering figure reflected in the French windows. He clearly felt the sudden tension in the back of the person in his arms. "I already took the official announcement photo!" he said, his warm breath brushing against Gu Xiaoxiao's face. "It's the one we took together back then!"

Gu Xiaoxiao's thumb trembled for twenty-three seconds as it hovered over the publish button. Moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a pale blue hue over her fair skin. He Jing's palm covered her from behind, still warm from the lingering scent of pine incense, and pressed her index finger heavily onto the screen.

Weibo crashed.

In the photo, the intertwined hands are bathed in the cold white moonlight. The man's hand tightly holds the woman's delicate hand, and the platinum pinky ring on the man's thumb reflects faintly in the moonlight.

The caption reads: "You were my ex, and you're my current partner too."

"Where's the marriage certificate?" He Jing's breath brushed against her ear, a gesture that was clearly tender, yet his tone was as if he were reviewing a financial report.

Gu Xiaoxiao pulled out the red marriage certificate from her Chanel lambskin bag, her fingernails tracing the embossed seal over and over. "We don't need a marriage certificate, it's so obvious, how can you not see it?"

He Jing's eyelashes cast venomous shadows under his eyes. He sneered and snatched the marriage certificate. "You don't want to get out of bed tonight, do you?"

He Jing's ruthlessness is not something to be taken lightly, and she doesn't want him to kill her when he's venting his desires.

Upon hearing this, Gu Xiaoxiao turned pale and quickly handed the marriage certificate to He Jing, saying, "Here you go!"

At that moment, in a hotel owned by Xingyue Film and Television, Tang Jiao was indeed crying.

As the shards of the champagne glass pierced her palm, she was staring at the trending topic about Gu Xiaoxiao's wedding ring.

Her blood-stained fingertips traced the nine-grid photo, pausing at a close-up image magnified forty times—the pinky ring He Jing always wore seemed to be slapping her face relentlessly.

"It's fake..." She pushed the entire rose from the ice bucket into the wine, watching the crimson liquid meander down the marble table like a river of blood. "He Jing loves me. It must be Gu Xiaoxiao who threatened He Jing by any means necessary, it must be!"

The phone suddenly vibrated.

The official Weibo account of the He Group, which is paying special attention to this matter, reposted the Weibo post with the caption in standard Song typeface: "Wishing you a long and happy marriage."

Tang Jiao's pupils contracted to pinpoints. She staggered towards the dressing table, her rhinestone-encrusted nails scraping against the drawer with a piercing sound.

At that moment, in the villa in the south of the city, Li Heng only realized he was laughing when he heard the sound of a porcelain cup shattering.

As the shards of celadon pierced his fingers, a travel photo on the wall played a flashback—in the snow of Hokkaido, Gu Xiaoxiao's red scarf was wrapped around his neck in two knots. She had smiled then and said, "That way, even if a blizzard comes, we won't get separated."

Blood droplets slid down Gu Xiaoxiao's smiling face on the poster for "Spring Chronicles," spreading an eerie rouge color over the gold lettering of "Best On-Screen Couple."

Li Heng suddenly gripped the shards tightly, letting the pain burn his heart along his nerves.

When the assistant opened the door, he saw the movie star picking up blood-stained tea leaves from the pool of blood with his bare hands, as if he were holding a handful of withered cherry blossoms.

"Book the plane tickets." He stuffed the tea dregs into the brocade pouch containing wagashi (Japanese sweets) that Gu Xiaoxiao had given him, instantly turning the twin lotus blossoms on the silk into red spider lilies. "Just tell them I agree to take a lower billing and play the male supporting role."

Moonlight streamed through the French windows, stretching his shadow into the shape of a trapped beast.

In the penthouse suite, out of his sight, He Jing pressed Gu Xiaoxiao against the cold glass of the viewing window, his fingertips caressing her lower back: "Xiaoxiao, why won't you let me show my face?"

If you reveal your face too early, how can the plot unfold?

Gu Xiaoxiao, however, continued to lie without blushing or feeling uneasy, saying, "You're not in the entertainment industry, and I don't want to disturb your life!"

"Really?" He Jing expressed his doubt, but he couldn't do anything about Gu Xiaoxiao's explanation. She was indeed thinking of herself, but he just felt that she had ulterior motives and didn't care about him.

He Jing's fingertips dug into the velvet fabric at Gu Xiaoxiao's lower back. He lowered his eyes to stare at the fan-shaped shadow cast by her eyelashes. "An outsider?"

He Jing's fingertips ground heavily over the crescent-shaped scar on her waist that he had just bitten, the dark red teeth marks on her pale skin like a dripping crescent moon.

Gu Xiaoxiao gasped in pain, her pearl earring brushing against her collarbone as she tilted her head, gleaming alluringly in the moonlight.

"When Miss Gu and Li Heng were filming their kissing scene on his terrace," his deep, husky voice, thick with the mellowness of whiskey, his fingertips tracing the grooves of his spine, "aren't you worried about him being bothered by paparazzi?"

"He Jing, you bastard! You're questioning my professional skills!" She tried to escape by trampling the pearls on the floor barefoot, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the velvet couch. The scattered South Sea pearls rolled on the silk sheets, refracting countless sparks like broken diamonds, just like the wildfire in his eyes.

The ribbon of her silk nightgown snapped under the strain, startling a night heron perched outside the window. His burning palm pressed against her lower back, his face filled with urgency: "Xiaoxiao, I'm not questioning your expertise..."

Gu Xiaoxiao clutched her chest and glared at him, her earlobes turning a coral hue, but she retorted stubbornly, "You're just jealous that Li Heng can kiss me openly!"

As He Jing chuckled, the vibrations of his chest shook the pearls off her shoulder. As he leaned closer, the scent of tequila clung to her trembling eyelashes: "Then I am now legal and aboveboard..."

The unfinished words transformed into the burning sensation on her sensitive spot behind her ear, startling the pearl chain so much that it snapped, the large and small beads falling onto the deep purple silk, much like the stars that fell from her floor-length gown on the red carpet of the Venice Film Festival that year.