Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Li Heng's gentle, warm voice, mingling with the noise of the film set, reached my ears: "You worked hard last night."

Before Gu Xiaoxiao could grasp the deeper meaning of those words, she subconsciously accepted the coffee cup that was handed to her.

Suddenly, the afterimage of a dark cufflink flashed before his eyes—when He Jing's thumb and forefinger gripped the rim of the cup, the bluish-white color of his knuckles was more striking than the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

He Jing drank most of the coffee that Li Heng handed him in one gulp!

"President He?" Gu Xiaoxiao exclaimed as she stood up, her eyes meeting the man's burning gaze. The man's Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and dark brown liquid slid down his chin into his collar, leaving an ambiguous wet stain on his white shirt.

She hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with bluebells to wipe him, but He Jing handed her a gilded thermos, saying, "Red date and ginger tea at a constant temperature of 37 degrees Celsius."

The metal cup reflected Li Heng's suddenly stiff smile. "Excessive caffeine intake affects the balance of glandular hormones. Teacher Gu hasn't forgotten the 'Artist Health Management Guidelines' I posted last week, has he?"

The last syllable of his voice, tinged with ice, swept across Li Heng's hair. Zhui Feng frantically searched for a non-existent document five meters away, muttering, "When did the boss ever schedule this process for the goddess?"

When Li Heng's gaze fell on the familiar ring on He Jing's finger, his expression paused, and he carefully considered Gu Xiaoxiao's earlier address to He Jing as "President He".

There was plenty of respect, but no love whatsoever.

It seems that she was wary of He Jing's power and had no choice but to compromise, which is why she announced her marriage at the height of her career.

Gu Xiaoxiao is a gentle and delicate tulip, and He Jing's domineering and passionate nature will burn her.

He Jing and Gu Xiaoxiao are not a good match!

In the past, he had his reservations, but now, Li Heng didn't want to wait any longer. He just wanted to bravely express his love, and only for one person.

Li Heng's knuckles pressed several wrinkles into the edge of the script, and the gilded fountain pen reflected a cold light in the morning light.

He looked up at He Jing, who was standing against the light, his gaze sweeping over the other's impeccably pressed silver-gray suit, finally settling on those hands with distinct knuckles—those hands were casually twirling a ring, as if playing with some trophy.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie, for your concern for Xiaoxiao." He emphasized the word "we," the last syllable lingering in the aroma of coffee wafting from the tea room.

When He Jing's figure enveloped half of the female lead's shoulder, Li Heng noticed that her neck formed a graceful arc, like a startled swan tucking its wings.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Gu Xiaoxiao's ears were flushed slightly. Her fingers, hidden under the script, were unconsciously twirling around the hem of her lace skirt. She looked very nervous and unnatural.

That put his mind at ease!

Since she's unhappy, let's help her escape her misery!

Several young girls from the production crew had already covered their mouths and retreated behind the shelves, the clattering of thermos cups mixed with suppressed screams. Mo Feng, carrying a prop box, nearly knocked over a light stand as he passed by; his baby face was flushed red, looking like a devoted audience member witnessing an idol drama.

He Jing suddenly bent down and snatched the script from the director's lap, and the scent of cedarwood instantly filled the air to Gu Xiaoxiao's left.

"Since it's a reading session," He Jing's turning of the pages was crisp and clear, like a knife. "I just wanted to see the newly added kissing scene." He calmly sat down, the leather chair groaning with each movement, and the watch face flashed a cold light in the sunlight.

Li Heng suddenly loosened his grip on the fountain pen, the metal cap clattering against the solid wood tabletop.

He smiled and pushed the chilled soda water towards Gu Xiaoxiao. Water droplets condensed on the glass bottle, trickling down and leaving dark marks on the script's title page. "Of course you're welcome," he said, lightly pointing to a line of dialogue. "Just like this snowy night confession, there always needs to be some unwelcome wind as a backdrop."

A sudden gust of wind carrying snowflakes blew in from outside the window, and the clapperboard snapped shut in the director's trembling hands.

Gu Xiaoxiao's eyelashes trembled rapidly in the shadow cast by the script. Two different drinks in front of her were steaming and tangling with each other—the bitterness of Americano and the slight sweetness of ginger tea, weaving an invisible net in the cold air of the air conditioner.

Zhui Feng finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, and when two pairs of eyes shot at him at the same time, he was choked by his own saliva.

The stage manager silently dimmed the overhead light, and the beam of light leaking through the gaps in the dark gray curtains perfectly divided the three people into a chessboard of light and shadow.

Gu Xiaoxiao sat in the center of the long table, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the gold-embossed cover of the script.

To her right is Li Heng, the second male lead from the original novel, and to her left is He Jing, the male lead from the original novel. The plot seems to be completely messed up!

&34; Xiaoxiao. &34; Li Heng's gentle call woke up everyone who was working on the script.

When Gu Xiaoxiao looked up, Li Heng was already leaning over her chair, the faint scent of pine wafting around her. "The thirty-second kissing scene," he said, his long fingers tracing the printed text. "This camera setup..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cedarwood suddenly made a strong entrance.

He Jing's knuckles, gripping the gilded pen, turned white, but a composed smile instantly appeared when his gaze met Gu Xiaoxiao's: "Teacher Li's understanding of the character is even deeper than the screenwriter's." He casually snatched the script from Gu Xiaoxiao's hand, his fingertips seemingly unintentionally brushing against her palm. "However, investors are more concerned with market feedback."

The director, who had just received the script, made a crisp "click" sound with the clapperboard in his hand. Zhui Feng, holding the coffee tray, took half a step back and saw Li Heng suddenly pull Gu Xiaoxiao's swivel chair three inches towards him.

The metal pulleys scraped against the marble floor with a short, sharp sound. In He Jing's suddenly narrowed eyes, Li Heng had already opened the newly printed script, the end of his pencil lightly tapping behind Gu Xiaoxiao's ear: "Here, you should look me in the eye when you say your lines."

Li Heng completely ignored what this investor had to say!

Great! Excellent!

Gu Xiaoxiao felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that He Jing had unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, a sign that He Jing was about to get angry.

Sure enough, just as Li Heng moved a little closer, He Jing suddenly stood up, pressed down on the script, and the cold light reflected from his wristwatch stretched between the three of them: "Since you want Teacher Gu to understand what Actor Li means..." He slowly loosened his tie, "I'll personally act alongside Actor Li."

A slight hum emanated from the air conditioner vents. The production assistant's ballpoint pen poked over a dozen small holes in the notebook. Zhui Feng bit his lower lip hard to keep from letting out a gasp. "What...is the boss going to do?"

Li Heng suddenly chuckled, slamming his pencil on the table with a "thud," causing Gu Xiaoxiao's earrings to dangle and sparkle. He reached out to straighten the swaying pearls, his fingertips lingering on her earlobe for half a second: "Mr. He seems quite enthusiastic about acting, so how about we have the director add a scene for you... I think that sycamore tree suits you perfectly!"

"Li Heng! You're recklessly altering the script!"

"He Jing! You are abusing your power!"

The script pages crumpled into a twisted arc between He Jing's fingers, and the nib of his pen left shallow marks on the solid wood tabletop.

Gu Xiaoxiao suddenly stood up, her hair brushing against the backs of the two men's raised hands: "I'm going to touch up my makeup." She grabbed her phone and strode towards the door, her high heels clicking erratically on the floor.