Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

The gilded spotlight cast a sharp shadow on He Jing's brow bone. He slowly turned the wedding ring on his ring finger and chuckled teasingly, "Your husband is quite easy to please. A simple 'temporary retirement from the entertainment industry' is all it takes to appease him!"

Before he finished speaking, the camera panned across his well-defined knuckles, and the letters "hX" engraved on the inside of his wedding ring flashed by—the initials of Gu Xiaoxiao and his name, which He Jing rubbed subtly with his fingertips, as if soothing a restless secret.

Gu Xiaoxiao's breath hitched.

She clearly remembered that in the original novel, He Jing couldn't wait for the original owner to retire from the entertainment industry and become a kept woman, but at this moment, his posture as he leaned against the guest seat was lazy and dangerous, as if he was waiting for her to walk into a trap.

"Ms. Gu's attitude towards acting is as serious as ever."

The host hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Mr. He, as Ms. Gu's boss, what is your opinion on this decision to retire from the entertainment industry?"

He Jing's fingertips brushed against Gu Xiaoxiao's hand as he took the microphone, but his gaze was fixed on Gu Xiaoxiao's trembling eyelashes. The big screen magnified the undercurrent in his peach blossom eyes into a raging storm, but when he spoke, his voice was still gentle and unwavering: "As the person standing behind her, I cannot shirk my responsibility for this box office failure."

“However, I don’t think this setback was due to Xiaoxiao’s fault. Xiaoxiao’s acting skills deserve a better stage.” He paused, a soft laugh escaping his Adam’s apple as he spoke. “For example… my newly invested S+ ancient costume drama project is missing a female lead who can keep my wife up at night.”

The barrage exploded instantly:

[President He dotes on his wife so much; I'm really curious who Mrs. He is!]

[My goodness! These two on stage are really good at hiding their identities. One is a husband, the other a wife, and neither of them is making it public. It's making everyone so curious!]

Gu Xiaoxiao gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.

Last night in the study, this man was still pressing against her lower back as he flipped through the script, his hot breath burning against her ear: "Teacher Xiaoxiao, do you need your husband's guidance for this kissing scene?"

His restrained, suited appearance now overlapped with the image of him with his shirt half-undone in her memory. She suddenly noticed his loosened collar—there was a fresh scratch mark there, the one she had scratched in her haste that morning.

"Mr. He, you're joking." She forced a professional smile, but her ten-centimeter stilettos ground hard against the man's shiny leather shoes. "With my acting skills, how could I possibly support your huge investment? Aren't you afraid of losing everything, even your underwear?"

He Jing grunted, then grabbed her wrist in the blind spot of the camera, his thumb lingering intimately on the wedding ring: "If it's a loss, it's a loss," he said in a low voice, "but I've always had great confidence in my wife's judgment!"

Gu Xiaoxiao's face was as red and hot as a ripe apple. She lowered her head and clenched her teeth, seemingly trying to control her emotions. Then she squeezed out a sentence through her teeth: "That's such a pity. Mrs. He is destined to be disappointed!"

However, He Jing was not affected by Gu Xiaoxiao's attitude. Instead, he showed an extremely proud smile, as if he had expected Gu Xiaoxiao's reaction. He said firmly, "My wife has never misjudged anyone. She bet me that you will definitely become my company's lucky star."

Hearing He Jing's words, Gu Xiaoxiao could no longer suppress her anger. She suddenly raised her head, her eyes wide, and retorted angrily, "I...when did she ever make a bet with you? How come I didn't know?"

Seeing this, He Jing's smile deepened. He replied slowly, "Just last night, she and I signed a betting agreement. She also said she would enroll you in an actor training class. She said that when you make your comeback, you will definitely achieve great success."

"It's clearly..." Gu Xiaoxiao's words were cut off by He Jing. Her eyes widened in disbelief. This was clearly a prenuptial agreement, how could it have turned into a gambling agreement in the blink of an eye?

"What is 'Mingming'? Miss Gu, if you're so curious, why don't you ask your husband? Maybe he's here too!" He Jing's lips curled into a mocking smile. After throwing down these bombshell words, he turned and left gracefully, leaving Gu Xiaoxiao standing alone on the stage, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

He Jing's words kept echoing in her mind: the blissful experience of eating and waiting for someone to leave—it was all gone just like that? Gone? Gu Xiaoxiao felt as if her world had collapsed at that moment.

However, the host, sensing something amiss in He Jing's words, immediately leaned over excitedly like a cat smelling fish, and asked gossipily, "Ms. Gu, are your husband and Mr. He very familiar with each other?"

Gu Xiaoxiao snapped out of her daze, and looking at the host's curious face, her anger flared instantly. She sneered, making no attempt to hide her rage: "Know him? How could we not know him? That's a heartless bastard who dared to sell me out!"

After saying that, ignoring the shock of the host and the audience, she stormed off the stage and headed straight in the direction He Jing had left.

Gu Xiaoxiao was so angry that her pearl earrings jingled. Suddenly, her phone popped up a notification from someone she had been following. He Jing's newly registered Weibo account had a blue V verification, and his bio prominently displayed "[My wife - Gu Xiaoxiao]". His latest post was ten minutes ago:

[@Gu Xiaoxiao Studio: When you stand in the light, my world brightens.]

The accompanying picture shows Gu Xiaoxiao's back view with petals falling all over her shoulders when filming wrapped up. The angle of the shot is clearly from the VIP monitor position—a place that even the director is not qualified to enter.

Gu Xiaoxiao's ears instantly turned red, and she cursed, "Shameless."