Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

When Gu Xiaoxiao covered her face with the script and pretended to be dead, she heard gasps coming from the corridor.

The crisp sound of wooden prayer beads clinking together, mixed with the scent of cedar and sandalwood, drifted in. She knew without opening her eyes that some capitalist had come to inspect the "investment results."

“Gu,” the cool script was suddenly snatched away, and as He Jing leaned down, his tie brushed against her nose, “I heard you turned a crying scene into a comedy yesterday?”

She squinted, pretending to be a quail, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the students crowding outside the glass door, peeking in. That bastard He Jing was wearing a silver-gray suit with a dark pattern today, and the lapel pin was the pearl brooch she'd lost last week—he looked like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

"Mr. He doesn't know?" She deliberately flipped through her script loudly. "My teacher said this is called experiential learning, that I need to empathize with the character's feelings at the time."

He Jing chuckled softly, the sandalwood beads on his wrist slipping into the hood of her sweatshirt. He tapped his fingertips on the table: "Looks like I need to find some inspiration for Teacher Xiaoxiao." With that, he suddenly bent down, picked her up by the waist, and kicked open the prop room door amidst a gasp.

The scent of pine wafted through the air as Gu Xiaoxiao's back pressed against the wall covered in costumes. He Jing unbuttoned his suit jacket with one hand, revealing a lingering bite mark below his collarbone: "We agreed yesterday I'd teach you how to act in intimate scenes, shall we start with untying your tie?"

"Are you crazy!" she exclaimed, frantically trying to cover his collar. "It's all outside..."

The last syllable was swallowed by the sandalwood scent. He Jing murmured, his lips parting hers, "I hacked the surveillance." His well-defined knuckles guided her to loosen her tie. "Now I'm the investor, and you're a new actress who needs guidance. This role..." His Adam's apple bobbed in her palm, "...exciting enough?"

The sudden knocking startled Gu Xiaoxiao, causing her to kick over the prop box. The acting teacher, holding a thermos, poked his head in: "Mr. He, here's your copy of 'An Actor Prepares'... Hey? Why is Gu's face so red?"

"The heating's too strong." He Jing straightened his tie without batting an eye, then pulled a thermal bag with a cartoon rabbit print from the pile of costumes. "Madam asked me to deliver some snacks to Teacher Xiaoxiao."

The acting teacher joked, "President He really does everything his wife asks for."

“That’s because…after all,” He Jing’s gaze seemed to fall on Gu Xiaoxiao, “I’m still under observation. If I don’t satisfy Madam, I could be replaced at any time!”

The acting teacher asked curiously, "Mr. He, now that you say that, let me tell you how charming your wife is that she can make someone as outstanding as you so infatuated."

“My wife…” He Jing glanced at Gu Xiaoxiao beside him with amusement. “Miss Gu knows her too. Perhaps you could ask her.”

The acting teacher immediately asked with sparkling eyes, "Really? Wow, so that means Mr. He and Miss Gu's husband know each other, and Miss Gu and Mr. He's wife know each other. You two are really destined to meet!"

“Yes, we’re as familiar as family now!” He Jing smiled slightly. “I’ve prepared a lot of your favorite foods. I hope you can put in a good word for me with Madam so I can sleep in her bed tonight!” After saying this, he released Gu Xiaoxiao and retreated behind the scenes to quietly watch Gu Xiaoxiao train.

Gu Xiaoxiao looked at the lunchbox filled with cherries, each stem pointing in the same direction.

Lifting the hidden compartment, she found the latest volume of the comic she'd been following—the title page read in gold chalk: [Mrs. He's sugar intake for today is complete.]

"Don't even think about getting into bed tonight!" she mumbled, a cherry dangling from her lips, though the tips of her ears were honestly turning red.

During the live broadcast of the performance class that evening, the camera inadvertently panned to the back row, where President He, who should have been in a multinational conference, was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and reviewing documents, with a woman's fur coat draped over his lap.

The chat exploded

[This fluffy coat is so cute! Could it be Mrs. He's?]

[Mr. He really loves his wife! Not only did he personally come to the theater to supervise her idol's performance, but he also thoughtfully gave her snacks for the idol. He truly embodies the saying "love me, love my dog"—such a man is rare indeed!]

Whenever Gu Xiaoxiao took more than three takes, this person would slowly turn the wedding ring, which startled the director so much that he swallowed back "take it again" and changed it to "very creative".

During intermission, after everyone on set had left, He Jing suddenly got up and walked towards the monitor. Gu Xiaoxiao was slumped on a folding chair, pretending to be dead, when she suddenly felt a warmth on her ankle—the person knelt down on one knee and helped her put on fluffy slippers, and even stuffed a lychee into her mouth.

“He Jing, you…” She puffed out her cheeks like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Shh." He magically produced a heated eye mask. "The investors think the lead actress needs a nap service." His fingertips brushed against her dark circles from staying up all night memorizing lines. "Or..." His thin lips brushed against her burning earlobe. "Am I more useful than a pillow?"

The two seemed unaware of the surveillance cameras, which recorded the entire scene.

The culprit, who was nestled in He Jing's arms flipping through a script, suddenly grabbed his tie: "There's a rehearsal for a dating reality show tomorrow, Mr. He, are you free?"

He Jing held down her mischievous hand and pulled out the meeting minutes, which he had only revised halfway through, from his briefcase. "I have a very important appointment tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

Snowflakes fell softly outside the window. Gu Xiaoxiao looked at the man's focused expression and thought about the plot that would follow.

That was a famous scene where the original owner deliberately caused trouble, so she had to prepare properly.

Moonlight streamed through the slightly ajar curtains, casting a silvery rim around He Jing's well-defined waist and abdomen. Gu Xiaoxiao held her breath, kneeling by the bedside; the coolness of her silk nightgown brushing against her thighs sent a shiver down her spine.

The dim light from her unlocked phone illuminated her reddened earlobes, the camera focused on the man's sleeping profile. He Jing's eyelashes cast small shadows on his eyelids, his usually sharp features now showing a hint of gentleness. Gu Xiaoxiao, as if possessed, reached out her fingertip, but suddenly woke up just before touching his Adam's apple.

“Crack.”

The sound of the shutter was exceptionally clear in the silence. Gu Xiaoxiao's hand trembled, and she almost dropped her phone on He Jing's abs. She bit her lower lip hard and opened the photo album—in the picture, her fingertips were hovering around He Jing's waist, the warm light giving his pale skin a honey-colored glow, an ambiguous scene that made her blush.

On He Jing's official account, after deleting and revising, only a cat paw emoji remained.

When Gu Xiaoxiao clicked "send," she specifically checked the box to make Tang Jiao visible. She stared at the "read" indicator on the screen, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Gu Xiaoxiao, who was engrossed in her own world, did not notice the slight movement of the Adam's apple on the person beneath her.

The muscles beneath the silk sheets were already taut, and He Jing squinted as he watched the girl hunch over like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

The unique fragrance emanating from her hair brushing against his collarbone reminded him of their first meeting. This girl had also pretended to twist her ankle and fall into his arms, secretly smiling in his embrace, thinking he didn't know.

The air conditioner seems to be set too high.

When the icy fingertips suddenly hovered above his Adam's apple, He Jing almost lost control. He counted Gu Xiaoxiao's breaths, and at the moment the shutter clicked, he used all his self-control to prevent himself from rolling over and pinning her down.

He only heard the door lock click softly when he reached for his phone under his pillow. A notification popped up; the girl's slender fingers in the photo were just inches from his waist.

The accompanying caption was the long-awaited "someone's abs photo".

The comments section has gone completely crazy:

[Holy crap, the person in question has arrived carrying the Civil Affairs Bureau!]

[Those hands! That waist! My nose is about to bleed! (doge)]

The moonlight reflected a cold light off the phone screen, and He Jing's thumb lingered above the comments section.

The photo that Gu Xiaoxiao had carefully taken was still burning hot. He stared at the cat's paw expression that was trying to cover up its true nature, and gently ground his tongue against his back teeth.

"Stubborn little liar, still won't admit you have feelings for me." A soft laugh escaped his throat, startling the computer from its dormant state, the blue light illuminating the dark turmoil in his eyes.

When the Weibo editing page popped up, He Jing deliberately found a good angle and took a selfie in the mirror. He lightly kissed his wedding ring against his lips, his deep eyes were filled with a misty infatuation, his abs were faintly visible, and there was a faint red bite mark left by the woman on his collarbone last night.

The caption read, "The lady's reward (smugly)."

The moment the send button was pressed, Zhui Feng's panicked voice rang out on the internal phone: "Boss, the goddess's Weibo account suddenly..."

"Have the PR department on standby." He Jing leaned back in his leather seat, the second hand of his watch resonating with his heartbeat. "I'll be officially announcing the marriage in three minutes. Remember to handle the PR well."

The phone spun in the palm of my hand, its silver arc shimmering, as notification sounds rose and fell incessantly.

The dark red wine swirled in the decanter, and He Jing flicked the crystal glass with his finger, causing ripples to appear on the dozen or so trending search terms projected on the wall.

The tag "Who is Gu Xiaoxiao's mysterious husband?" was stuck at number seven. He Jing squinted and picked out a comment in the tag that mentioned Li Heng, and immediately reported the person who posted it.