Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

As Gu Xiaoxiao rubbed her lower back and climbed into the film crew's trailer, her fingertips were suddenly pressed against a cold aluminum can.

Li Heng leaned against the makeup mirror and chuckled softly, the collar of his costume loose, gilded buttons dangling from it: "Teacher Gu, you worked hard on the wires last night. Here's some chilled bayberry juice to cool you down."

"Li Heng? What brings you here?" Gu Xiaoxiao asked, her face full of surprise and even confusion.

Given Li Heng's personality, he would take a long vacation to adjust himself after finishing each drama.

Based on this timeline, Li Heng shouldn't be filming anymore.

Gu Xiaoxiao slowly shifted her gaze from Tang Jiao, who was standing in the distance, and realized that Li Heng's visit was most likely for Tang Jiao's sake.

Just as Gu Xiaoxiao was about to politely refuse the chilled drink Li Heng offered, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she smiled slyly.

"Thank you, I was just thirsty!" Gu Xiaoxiao's soft voice rang out. She reached out and took the chilled drink from Li Heng without hesitation, as if it were a gift she had been looking forward to for a long time.

Suddenly, a thermos flask filled with the scent of cedarwood was handed to Gu Xiaoxiao from behind, abruptly cutting off her drink—He Jing opened the car door with one hand, his wristwatch clanging against the metal frame: "Teacher Li, don't you know Xiaoxiao is on her period?"

In front of the monitor, the director looked at the call sheet with a worried expression: "For the swing scene where Consort Wan first meets Xuan Ling, Teacher Li has to hug Teacher Gu and spin her around three times."

Gu Xiaoxiao pinched the ribbon of his costume with her fingertips, glancing at Tang Jiao's pale knuckles out of the corner of her eye, and deliberately sweetened her voice with honey: "Teacher Li, you were only discharged from the hospital three days ago after fracturing your ribs, right?" Her slender white fingertips lightly touched the dark pattern on his costume, where a crescent-shaped hand scar was hidden when the filming of "The Substitute Bride" wrapped up.

Li Heng smiled slightly, his cheeks flushed, and replied, "Don't worry, Teacher Gu, even if I'm injured, I won't be unable to carry you!" The gilded buttons reflected a cold light as he bent over, revealing the bulging veins on He Jing's tie three meters away as he loosened it.

"What's going on with the props department?" He Jing, his dark suit gleaming, brushed against the monitor, his fingertips grinding heavily over the "hug and spin" label on the call sheet. He sneered, "Anyone still wants to watch this these days?"

The director wiped his sweat, preparing to give a serious explanation, when Zhui Feng, who was busy shipping the couple, interrupted, "Hey, boss, I know you're here to supervise the filming for the ratings, but you're not a professional. The screenwriter is the professional. Leave the professional work to the professionals! Be good! Listen to me, don't interrupt!"

Although Mo Feng was also heartbroken, he still said, "Although my goddess and Actor Li chose to keep their marriage a secret, she must have her reasons. I will also try my best to find Actor Li pleasing to the eye!"

He Jing laughed in exasperation, "Which of your eyes saw that Gu Xiaoxiao and Li Heng are a couple?"

"Two eyes!" Zhui Feng gestured, and patted He Jing's shoulder to comfort him. "Boss, I understand your feelings. After all, the goddess is the first person you signed with the company, and her image and achievements are equivalent to our company's image and achievements."

You dislike Li Heng, of course because you're afraid he'll affect the goddess's achievements, afraid he'll harm her! This mindset is just like that of an old father who sees his daughter dating a blond-haired guy for the first time!

He Jing was completely confused. "Old father? How did I become an old father?"

Mo Feng understood what Zhui Feng meant. "Boss, Zhui Feng is referring to your current state of mind, not your age. Of course, in our eyes, you are still the handsome and dashing boss!"

He Jing rolled his eyes, just about to argue with these two who were lowering people's IQs.

"Cut!" The director's shout startled the white doves on the eaves, and Li Heng suddenly stumbled, slamming her against the white marble railing. The burning heat of his palm seeped through the tear in her costume, searing her waist: "Xiao Xiao..." A blood-stained bandage slipped from her sleeve, eliciting screams from the set, "I'm so glad you're alright!"

Gu Xiaoxiao stared helplessly at Li Heng, who had fainted in her arms. Tears streamed down her face from the shock as she frantically called out Li Heng's name, "Li Heng! Li Heng! Don't sleep! Wake up!"

Gu Xiaoxiao knelt beside the white marble railing, the bloodstains from Li Heng's costume blooming like red plum blossoms on the moon-white fabric.

Her trembling fingertips had barely touched the other's cold wrist bone when she was suddenly enveloped in a cedarwood-scented embrace—He Jing ripped off the harness buckle with one hand, using the hem of his suit jacket to support Li Heng's nape: "The medical team will be here in three minutes. Let go now."

He Jing held Gu Xiaoxiao's waist with his thumb and forefinger, the light reflecting off his gilded cufflinks sweeping across her tear-streaked face. He said with a hint of helplessness, "If you keep crying, the trending topic will be 'Gu Xiaoxiao has gone crazy for love.'"

As expected, seeing that Gu Xiaoxiao had stopped crying, He Jing's heart settled down once again. At least for now, it seemed that Li Heng was not Xiaoxiao's first choice.

Thinking of this, He Jing couldn't help but chuckle to himself. When did he become so insecure and sensitive?

The moment the emergency lights turned green, He Jing pulled Gu Xiaoxiao into the stairwell.

In the tranquil setting, He Jing slowly opened the custom-made wedding ring box, the redesigned ring gleaming with a warm light: "Do you like it?"

While Gu Xiaoxiao was in a daze, she recalled the plot of the original work.

He Jing discovered that his lover had disappeared, along with all their memories.

He Jing didn't care too much, but when he proposed to Gu Xiaoxiao, he was momentarily stunned, feeling as if something was missing in his heart.

When He Jing took out the diamond ring and put it on Gu Xiaoxiao's finger, looking at the woman he had always wanted to marry, he felt no ecstasy, but rather an unusual calmness, as if he had known the ending all along.

In fact, He Jing had already found out that Gu Xiaoxiao had deliberately caused the pressure device to break, resulting in her injury, and had her assistant call him to make him worry.

And that kind girl who was still thinking of others even as she left, she was lost because of him...

Gu Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, still hesitating; it seemed she couldn't accept the offer yet.

As dusk settled over the corridor like melting honey, Gu Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes to look at the wedding ring in front of her, her long eyelashes casting butterfly-wing-like shadows beneath her eyes.

Her hesitation naturally did not escape He Jing's notice.

He Jing's well-defined hands trembled slightly, and when he looked up, he met the surging dark currents in his amber pupils.

"Is Mr. He jealous?" Gu Xiaoxiao looked up in confusion, but was so startled by the sudden force with which he gripped her lower back that she stopped breathing.

The scent of cedar mixed with sandalwood emanated from the man, and she could clearly see the taut veins in his neck as his Adam's apple bobbed, and... a fleeting glint of water in his eyes.

"Don't move." He Jing's voice was terribly hoarse, his jawline taut in a stubborn arc. When Gu Xiaoxiao's hair, scented with gardenias, brushed against his collarbone, the composure he had cultivated over twenty years of navigating the ups and downs of the business world suddenly crumbled.

He hastily took half a step back, the velvet box in his suit pocket digging painfully into his chest—the wedding ring that was supposed to be taken out there on the wedding day had been taken out prematurely when he saw Gu Xiaoxiao shedding tears for another man.

Gu Xiaoxiao looked at He Jing's reddened ear tips and suddenly noticed that his tie was tied crookedly today, and the third button of his shirt was buttoned in the wrong place.

This discovery inexplicably softened her heart. She reached out to help him tidy up, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. In the shadows, the beauty mark at the corner of the man's eye gleamed brightly: "Miss Gu, do you think my sincerity is a plaything to be trampled on?"

The corridor ceiling light flickered twice, casting dappled light and shadow on He Jing's profile. Gu Xiaoxiao keenly noticed his swallowing motion and the subtle rise and fall of his chest beneath his suit—like a black panther whose tail had been stepped on but who was trying to appear calm.

She touched his tight lips as if possessed: "Mr. He is much cuter when he cries than when he has a cold face."

"Nonsense!" He Jing jerked his hand away as if electrocuted, his leather shoes screeching on the ground as he turned. He quickly walked past the corner before daring to raise his hand to touch the corner of his moist eyes, the warmth on his fingertips sending shivers down his spine.

For twenty years, ever since his mother collapsed in a pool of blood clutching a broken jade bracelet, he has never let anyone see his weakness.

Even though he loved her very much, she couldn't let herself lose her mind.

Gu Xiaoxiao stared at the violently shaking fire door and suddenly noticed a drop of water on the ground that hadn't dried. As she crouched down, the moonlight shone through the window frame, illuminating that glistening drop, and in a daze, she saw again He Jing's tie that had been torn off when he turned around—like a crane with wings soaked by a rainstorm.

The click of a camera shutter echoed in the stairwell as He Jing stood in a daze in front of the Maybach in the underground parking garage. The car's air freshener exuded the bitter scent of sandalwood, and his reddened eyelids were reflected in the rearview mirror.

He suddenly ripped off his tie and threw it hard at the back seat, but when he caught a glimpse of the spare lipstick on the passenger seat, he remembered that it was someone who had struggled and fallen to the ground when he picked them up last night.

He Jing's hands gripped the steering wheel, veins bulging, the car air freshener emanating a bitter orange scent, and his reddened eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror.

The hospital's neon sign was blurred into fragmented spots of light in the rain, much like Gu Xiaoxiao's infatuated gaze last night—her eyelashes sending shivers down one's spine.

"I'm going crazy!" He Jing slammed his fist on the steering wheel, got out of the car, and went back to the hospital.

The revolving doors of the emergency building exhaled a cold wind that smelled of disinfectant. He Jing caught a glimpse of Gu Xiaoxiao still standing under the fluorescent sign of the safety passage, her white costume hem stained with mud and water, and her hair still dripping.

A silly, clueless woman!

"President He, you've returned. Did you leave something behind?" Gu Xiaoxiao laughed carefree, but her fingertips were secretly picking at the paint on the wall.

What's going on? He Jing clearly left in anger, so why is he back?

“Leaving behind a fool.” He Jing’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he abruptly ripped open the Windsor knot and flung it into the wind. The moment the cashmere scarf, still warm from his body, wrapped around her cold neck, he touched the scabbed wound on her neck, a scar left from a past audition.

Memories burst forth like exploding champagne bubbles. As he swept her up in his arms, the ginkgo leaf pendant dangling from her earlobe brushed against his throbbing carotid artery.

Gu Xiaoxiao curled up in his arms, counting the raindrops clinging to his eyelashes. "President He, you... put me down quickly." Her last words were swallowed by his suddenly tightening arms, through his soaked shirt.

The parking lot surveillance footage showed He Jing pinning her against the Maybach door, his palm pressing against the back of her head as it slammed against the glass with a dull thud: "Gu Xiaoxiao, try hurting someone else and shedding tears again!" The threat was wrapped in the intensity of tequila, but the ending tone revealed a hint of whiskey-like bitterness.

Gu Xiaoxiao, as if possessed, reached out and smoothed the furrowed brows of his face. The moonlight illuminated the silver strands hidden at his temples. "Okay, from now on, I... will only shed tears for you."