Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Gu Xiaoxiao's fingertips, clutching the blue bell handkerchief, trembled slightly. Everything was in chaos, utterly chaotic.

At this point, Tang Jiao should have been the one being pampered by Li Heng and He Jing in the drama, but now it's her turn.

A sudden pang of heartache welled up inside Gu Xiaoxiao. She didn't know why, but she felt a tightness in her chest.

Why? He's always so rude to me, completely disregarding my feelings.

A weak, ethereal female voice rang in Gu Xiaoxiao's ears and then quickly disappeared.

"Preparing for the stunt double scene, number thirty-eight—"

The crisp sound of the clapperboard startled the pearl hair clip from her temple. Gu Xiaoxiao looked at the soft cushion brought over by the props team, and suddenly a thought surged into her heart. She pinched the tender flesh on the inside of her forearm.

The pain caused her eyes to instantly fill with physiological tears; this trick was taught to her by Li Heng when filming a period drama set in the Republican era.

"Xiao Xiao, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?" The makeup artist exclaimed at just the right moment. She then knocked over the gilded thermos, and the dark brown ginger tea spread across the wool blanket that He Jing had laid out that morning, like a blunder that ruined everything beautiful.

When Li Heng rushed over, he knocked over an antique vase, and cold water soaked through the cuffs of his costume.

Gu Xiaoxiao looked at his trembling eyelashes through the misty water, and remembered their first script reading meeting, when he held the end of the pencil and said, "Xiaoxiao, it's so nice to see you again!"

"Contact President He!" Zhui Feng's shout came through the interplay of instrument alarms. Gu Xiaoxiao heard her own heart pounding in the weightlessness. As Li Heng's arm passed under her knees, the scent of peppermint ointment suddenly awakened certain memories—last year's wire stunt accident, this scar should have been on her.

"Temperature: 37.2 degrees Celsius." The electronic thermometer on duty beeped. Gu Xiaoxiao curled up in Li Heng's arms, not daring to think about whether they had really met before, but she heard the sharp sound of the rotating door hinges rubbing together. He Jing's Oxford shoes crunched over the petals scattered on the ground, and the hem of his silver-gray suit was also wet.

"Have you hugged enough?"

As the low pressure descended with the scent of cedarwood, Gu Xiaoxiao felt Li Heng's arm muscles tense instantly. She feigned a weak cough and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just a bit of low blood sugar, an old problem. I'll be fine after I go back and rest!"

"To the hospital," the two men said in unison.

The moment He Jing reached out to catch someone, Gu Xiaoxiao grabbed Li Heng's collar. This action, against her will, caused the scene to fall silent. Looking at the icy glint in He Jing's eyes, she suddenly remembered how he had gritted his teeth and told her on their wedding night, "Acting is fine, but hurting yourself is not. Otherwise, you can retire!"

The ambulance's overhead light sliced ​​the film set into red and blue fragments. Through her eyelashes, Gu Xiaoxiao saw Tang Jiao frantically touching up her makeup in the filming area. The blue bell brooch on the young girl's chest made her heart ache—she knew at a glance that it was something she had once begged He Jing to buy for her.

When He Jing's calloused palm touched the back of her neck, which was covered in cold sweat, Gu Xiaoxiao finally let her consciousness sink into darkness.

Gu Xiaoxiao opened her eyes in the VIP ward as the smell of disinfectant was neutralized by the bluebell fragrance.

He Jing casually draped his silver-gray suit over the back of the chair, his cufflinks reflecting a cool light in the morning sun, while he poured ginger tea into a gilded thermos with his wedding ring-adorned hand.

"Thirty-seven degrees." His tie brushed against her nose as he turned. "Perfect for drinking now."

Gu Xiaoxiao looked around and, finding no sign of Li Heng, naturally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at He Jing in front of her, she had given up all hope and only hoped that the second male lead, Li Heng, could at least be a little more normal.

Gu Xiaoxiao's relaxed mood was gently shattered again after He Jing's unexpected words!

“Teacher Li withdrew from the performance this morning,” He Jing suddenly spoke, the gilded cup lid clinking against the body. He smoothed Gu Xiaoxiao’s wrinkled collar, his fingertips lingering on her collarbone for a half-second longer. “The penalty for breach of contract is three times the market price.”

Gu Xiaoxiao's glass suddenly tilted, the warm water seeping into the white sheets, leaving shallow stains. Her memory flashed back to their farewell scene last night, moonlight falling on Li Heng's reddened eyes: "The fulfillment you wanted, I gave it to you. Wanwan, we're even now."

Li Heng's gaze seemed to be looking at himself, through the character he was portraying...

The hospital room door was suddenly pushed open, and Tang Jiao stood frozen in place, holding a bouquet of lilies. Her carefully applied makeup could not hide the bloodshot eyes—this morning's trending topic was that after Li Heng resigned from the film, his 18th-tier stand-in was caught playing around on set, and paparazzi captured her disheveled appearance when the director threw her script at her.

"Congratulations on your recovery, sister." Tang Jiao's fingertips dug into the flower stem, the sap staining her nail polish red. "It's just a pity..."

“It’s no pity.” He Jing suddenly interrupted, slowly unfolding a silk handkerchief to wipe Gu Xiaoxiao’s fingertips. The gilded cufflinks slid over her wedding ring on her ring finger, causing a slight tremor. “Tonight at the awards ceremony, I’ll accompany my wife down the red carpet.”

Oh, right, the awards ceremony tonight!

Gu Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered this infamous chaotic scene, and suddenly felt a surge of fighting spirit. She smiled and accepted the words that Tang Jiao reluctantly offered, and said with a happy, petulant air, "I want to announce our marriage myself!"

She didn't want He Jing, this variable, to reveal their secret marriage prematurely, otherwise how could the rest of the story unfold?

He Jing wanted to object, but after glancing at Gu Xiaoxiao's pale face, he compromised once again and said, "I'll listen to you."

Tang Jiao looked at Gu Xiaoxiao, who was seducing her man right in front of her, and thought she was shameless, morally corrupt, and a hypocritical and vicious woman.

She should tear off this woman's mask in front of everyone, let people despise her, hate her, drag her down from her pedestal, and reduce her to an ant.

Tang Jiao thought this way, and naturally she would try her best to do it.