Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

"President He's here for another inspection!" A production assistant burst into the studio, carrying a cup of milk tea. Beads of sweat on her forehead gleamed like diamonds under the lights. "This time, they brought two truckloads of air-conditioning blankets, saying the holographic studio's heating is terrible—but we're filming a summer scene!"

Before the words were even finished, He Jing, dressed in a dark gray bespoke suit, strode in, his left hand holding a vernier caliper and shoving it against the wire. Zhui Feng followed behind, carrying an iPad; the densely packed Excel spreadsheets on the screen were dizzying to look at.

"The safety rating of this rope," He Jing suddenly turned around, startling the props manager so much he almost swallowed the wrench, "is thinner than my Golden Retriever's leash!" He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the knot. "Change it to X-TREME bulletproof series immediately."

"President He, isn't this wire work a bit too much..." Mo Feng was cut off by Zhui Feng before he could finish speaking. The two of them looked at the suspicious blush on their boss's ears and tacitly took out their phones to start a bet.

"President He, isn't this wire work a bit too much..." Mo Feng was cut off by Zhui Feng before he could finish speaking. The two of them looked at the suspicious blush on their boss's ears and tacitly took out their phones to start a bet.

Mo Feng's lock screen wallpaper suddenly lit up—it was a photo of He Jing and Gu Xiaoxiao at the airport. Upon seeing this, Zhui Feng pulled out the photo in his album that showed their secret marriage announcement.

"My entire salary for this month is held in escrow!" Mo Feng boasted to Zhui Feng, his fingers swiping across the mobile banking app, leaving afterimages. "I told you my goddess is incredibly charming; even the boss isn't immune. Look at the way he's checking the milk tea—more devout than ringing the Nasdaq bell!"

Zhui Feng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses that had appeared out of nowhere, striking Conan's signature pose when solving a case: "Based on the 'Guide to Judging Abnormal Behavior of Dominant CEOs,' the boss's concern has already exceeded the normal superior-subordinate relationship." He mysteriously pulled up He Jing's schedule, and one morning at five o'clock, he specially marked "Chengnan Old Brand Brown Sugar Rice Cake," which happened to be the day Gu Xiaoxiao posted on her WeChat Moments, "Missing Grandma's Cooking."

Zhui Feng said with absolute certainty, "...So there's only one truth! Boss must have some kind of leverage that the goddess has over him!"

"That makes sense!" Mo Feng slapped his thigh in agreement. "I checked, and the goddess and the boss went to the same school. The boss's ex-girlfriend also went to that school. Do you think it's possible..." Before he could finish, he was wrapped up like a silkworm in an air-conditioned blanket that fell from the sky. He Jing's voice came from the drone: "The recording studio needs a mascot voice actor. I think you're quite suitable."

Mo Feng slid to his knees and hugged He Jing's leg, wailing loudly enough for the entire crew to hear: "Waaah, boss, I have a terrible cold!" The next second, He Jing pressed a laser pointer against the top of his head: "Do you want me to play that cheesy video of you singing 'Love Transaction' at karaoke last week on a loop on the company's big screen?"

Upon hearing He Jing's words, Mo Feng sprang up from the ground as if he had a spring in his backside. With a broad smile, he replied without hesitation, "Alright, boss! I'll get right on it!"

However, just as he turned to leave, he suddenly stopped, a sly smile playing on his lips. He turned to look at He Jing and said slowly, "But hey, boss, you're incredibly rich! You despicable capitalist! No wonder your ex-girlfriend dumped you!"

Upon hearing this, He Jing trembled with rage. His eyes widened, his face contorted with fury, and he pointed a finger at Mo Feng, his voice shaking slightly: "You... what did you say? Say it again and see!"

Seeing this, Mo Feng showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he made a face at He Jing in a provocative manner. Before He Jing could react, he vanished without a trace, as if his feet were greased.

Suppressing a laugh, Zhui Feng turned the tablet upside down as if to pretend to listen, and whispered in agreement, "Boss, don't underestimate the opinions of the masses! Sometimes, although these opinions may not be entirely correct, they can still provide us with some reference and opportunities for reflection. If you always disregard the opinions of the masses, or even hold a resistant attitude, that's not a good thing."

You see, if you continue to be so stubborn and unwilling to listen to others' opinions, over time, people might find you difficult to get along with and gradually stop wanting to associate with you. Then you'll truly be all alone, and growing old alone is no fun at all!

Upon hearing this, He Jing nonchalantly wiggled the ring on his ring finger, a smug smile playing on his lips: "Heh, your boss here is married now! So, don't worry about whether I have a partner or not!"

Looking at the gleaming platinum ring on He Jing's hand, Zhui Feng muttered to himself, "Isn't that the pinky ring he always wears? Does the boss really think he's blind? He'll just say he has a girlfriend if the roles are reversed. Who would believe that?"

However, he dared not say that aloud, but only said helplessly, "Boss, don't joke around! Wearing this ring on which finger doesn't change the fact that you're single. A person should be honest, we won't treat you differently just because you're single..."

He Jing scoffed, his smile fading away. "The actors are wearing 30-pound costumes and still shivering from the cold? Do you think you're filming a live-action version of Frozen? Go and have someone bring in the heating from the air conditioner!"

"Boss, the air conditioning units inside this place are two miles apart!" Zhui Feng exclaimed in astonishment, secretly wondering how much time and effort it must have taken to achieve such a layout.

This guy's really gone mad, throwing money at the production team like this?

He Jing raised an eyebrow, unconcerned, and smiled slightly: "Double the salary!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable determination.

Zhui Feng's eyes lit up instantly, his initial astonishment replaced by delight. Without hesitation, he replied, "Yes, boss, I'll get right on it!" Before he finished speaking, he dashed off like a gust of wind, afraid that He Jing might change his mind.

He Jing was left alone in the backstage area, watching Zhui Feng's departing figure, his smile growing even wider.

Suddenly, a "thump" came from the corner—Gu Xiaoxiao, wearing a heavy fox fur coat, was dozing off while hugging a hand warmer, her forehead hitting the white jade table.

In that instant, He Jing appeared beside Gu Xiaoxiao with lightning speed. His movements were as swift as the wind, as if time itself had stood still.

Without hesitation, He Jing took off his suit jacket and gently draped it over Gu Xiaoxiao. The jacket still carried his body heat, as if offering silent care and protection. His movements were gentle and delicate, as if afraid of waking Gu Xiaoxiao from her deep sleep.

However, just then, several female staff members walked in. Their eyes all fell on He Jing and Gu Xiaoxiao, and the scene before them surprised them.

He Jing was squatting in front of Gu Xiaoxiao's recliner, his movements exceptionally careful, as if he were protecting a precious treasure. He meticulously tucked the edges of the blanket into a perfect right angle, handling every detail just right, without the slightest carelessness.

When He Jing noticed someone entering, his reaction was equally swift. Like an agile cheetah, he quickly stood up, then took a few steps back, maintaining a distance of about three feet from Gu Xiaoxiao. This distance was neither too distant nor too risky, avoiding any unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Ahem, stagehand." His Adam's apple bobbed suspiciously. "Give Teacher Gu an extra air-conditioning blanket... and this." He magically pulled a thermos from his pocket. "Red date and ginger tea, three parts sugar, no ice."

The production assistant, her face flushed from trying not to laugh, took the thermos but hesitated to give it to Gu Xiaoxiao, teasingly saying, "Mr. He, you're so attentive to Miss Gu, anyone who didn't know better would think you like her too!"

“It’s not that I like Miss Gu, it’s that I…” He Jing was interrupted by a series of hurried footsteps before he could finish speaking.

"Boss, the sponsors for next week's awards ceremony need to confirm the details with you!" Zhui Feng, who had just run out, turned back.

Although He Jing was very unhappy that Zhui Feng had suddenly interrupted him, he thought that this was Xiao Xiao's first appearance after joining his company, so he had to handle it properly and did not reprimand Zhui Feng for his rashness.

Zhui Feng, who expected to be reprimanded, couldn't help but ask when He Jing not only didn't scold him but was also smiling: "Boss, do you have some kind of leverage that Miss Gu has over you? Otherwise, the contrast between your behavior before and after is too great!"

"You air-freighted Hokkaido strawberries to the crew this month, and improved their meals last week... Before, we were so eager to kick them out, but now you're sending them support and helping them find endorsements. You're busier than Zhang Guochao!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire crew fell into an eerie silence—Gu Xiaoxiao, still half asleep, sat up, rubbing her eyes, and her obviously oversized suit jacket slipped off her shoulders and fell to the ground with a "thud".