Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

As Tang Jiao applied her third layer of lipstick in front of the vanity mirror, a red mark appeared on her lips from her fingertips. The Dior 999 case reflected the dark circles under her eyes—marks left from three consecutive nights of working as a hostess in nightclubs. Yet, she still forced a smile at her agent: "Send the script for 'The Golden Dynasty' to the villa on the hillside. I want to have a video audition with Director Zhang."

The agent hesitated, his phone screen still displaying a message from the producer of "The Golden Dynasty": "If Miss Tang insists on playing the third female lead in a political drama, she might as well go and film the ad for 'The Vase Wife' first, after all... the investors specifically requested this face."

The reflection in the mirror suddenly grabbed the crystal ashtray and smashed it against the wall, leaving dark stains on the rose-patterned wallpaper, much like Tang Jiao's terrible mood at that moment.

"I rejected them all!" Tang Jiao stared at her reflection in the mirror, her features bearing a striking resemblance to Gu Xiaoxiao's, her nails digging deep into her palms. "I won't take trash that others don't want."

Thinking back to the awards ceremony three months ago, after Gu Xiaoxiao unilaterally announced her temporary retirement from the entertainment industry, many of Gu Xiaoxiao's endorsements and projects ended up in Tang Jiao's hands.

Tang Jiao thought her chance had come and that she could use this wave of popularity to completely turn her life around, but she found that all the jobs she received were ones that someone had already rejected.

The first audition took place on a stormy night.

Tang Jiao walked into the studio in ten-centimeter high heels. The whispers of the crew members mingled with the sound of raindrops hitting the glass: "That profile really looks like Gu Xiaoxiao. No wonder Director Zhang said she didn't need an audition and could join the crew directly." She clutched her diamond-encrusted handbag and heard the assistant director mutter to the script supervisor: "It's just a decorative role for the female lead. As long as she looks like her, her acting skills can be taught casually."

"What did you say?" The veins in her temples throbbed, barely concealed by her foundation. Tang Jiao suddenly threw the script onto the slippery ground, the lines about the "princess of a fallen kingdom" smeared into ink blots by the rain. "I won a newcomer award! And you want me to play this kind of idiot who relies on her looks?"

Tang Jiao completely ignored the director's assistant filming her with his phone, and paid no attention to her distorted expression on camera, until her agent rushed into the van that very night: "The trending topics are exploding! Gu Xiaoxiao's personal stunt double is throwing her weight around, and the entire thread is full of GIFs of you throwing your script!"

In her apartment at 2 a.m., Tang Jiao frantically refreshed Weibo, the comments section flooded with insults: "Does she think she can become an actress just because she has the face of a leading lady?" "Her acting skills are worse than a vase on the street!" She suddenly smashed her tablet, her gaze falling on the unopened bottle of La Prairie on the dressing table—it was the birthday gift she had planned to give to He Jing, but He Jing hadn't even invited her to his birthday party.

"It's all Gu Xiaoxiao's doing!" Mascara mixed with tears left streaks on her cheeks. Tang Jiao grabbed her phone to send a message to He Jing, but found that no one answered.

Outside the president's office of the He Group, Zhui Feng was overwhelmed by a mountain of work. Looking at the endless stream of annoying phone calls, his frustration intensified. These calls had already rung dozens of times, making it impossible for him to concentrate on the mountain of documents piled up before him.

Finally, Zhui Feng couldn't take it anymore. He glared at the constantly flashing caller ID, then pressed the answer button while cursing, and said irritably, "Hello, what can I do for you, Mr. He?"

Upon hearing Zhui Feng's voice on the other end of the phone, Tang Jiao nearly jumped for joy. She impatiently shouted into the phone, "Let your CEO He answer the phone! I'm his wife!"

Upon hearing the words "Boss's Wife," Zhui Feng couldn't help but feel uneasy. He thought to himself, "Boss's Wife? Are you kidding me!" He was filled with suspicion towards this so-called "wife," thinking she was definitely a fraudster. After all, to call into the company's internal system and dare to so blatantly impersonate the boss's wife, this fraudster was far too audacious.

Zhui Feng rolled his eyes, deciding not to waste any more time on this conman. He replied bluntly, "Excuse me, madam, our CEO is thirty years old and still single. He doesn't have a wife! You must have mistaken me for someone else!"

After saying that, Zhui Feng didn't give the other party any chance to respond. He hung up the phone and quickly blocked the number to avoid further harassment.

Tang Jiao, whose phone was abruptly hung up on, suddenly laughed, muttering to herself, "I knew He Jing wouldn't not love me, I knew it! Look, they weren't even married. Gu Xiaoxiao deliberately issued a fake marriage certificate to deceive me."

On the afternoon after being turned away from the film crew for the fifth time, Tang Jiao met Zhou Mingxuan in the afternoon tea area of ​​the Ritz-Carlton.

The wealthy second-generation heir, decked out in Gucci, was taking pictures of her, the lens focused on her brow bone, which resembled Gu Xiaoxiao's: "Ms. Tang, do you need new resources? My dating reality show, 'Heartbeat Signal,' is missing a female guest who knows how to get things done." The business card he handed her read "Executive Director of Xingyao Media," his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the back of her hand.

"What are the conditions?" Tang Jiao gripped the bone china teacup, her voice trembling. Zhou Mingxuan leaned closer, his scent of strong cedarwood perfume strikingly similar to the one He Jing often used: "Be my date for three months, attending various events." His fingertips traced her collarbone. "Of course, you can continue pursuing your dreams. I guarantee you'll be the absolute lead in 'Heartbeat Signal'—after all, your face is naturally photogenic."

The reflection in the mirror suddenly smiled, the tears at the corners of its eyes sparkling brilliantly under the crystal chandelier.

Tang Jiao recalled Gu Xiaoxiao's Chanel-style suit in the preview for this dating reality show, and her nails dug deeply into her palms: "Fine, I want to be on screen with President He on the show." She took the room key from Zhou Mingxuan and heard him chuckle: "Baby, you've finally come to your senses."

On her first night in the hillside villa, Tang Jiao took off her haute couture gown in front of the full-length mirror. The red marks on her waist were from Zhou Mingxuan pinching her the night before, but they couldn't compare to the burning pain in her heart—on the dressing table were merchandise from Gu Xiaoxiao's new play. Suddenly, she grabbed a doll, ripped off its ears, and frantically slashed it to pieces: "I've become like this because of you! Gu Xiaoxiao! I'll make He Jing see your true colors!"

"Gu Xiaoxiao, you think you've already won?" Tang Jiao stared at the recording schedule of "Heartbeat Signal" on her phone, her fingertip hovering over the "Guest Interaction Segment," where her carefully crafted script was written: mention He Jing during the truth-or-dare segment, casually reveal the same Buddhist prayer beads, and then recount her "bitter history" of being suppressed by Gu Xiaoxiao. Her reflection in the mirror touched up her makeup, a cunning smile playing on her lips—Gu Xiaoxiao's usual slyness—but a venomous jealousy lurked in her eyes.

On the day of filming the dating reality show, Tang Jiao specially chose the same white dress that Gu Xiaoxiao wore when she first met He Jing. While waiting backstage, she overheard the staff discussing, "Oh my god, we're going to see Gu Xiaoxiao today! She's my goddess! I'm so excited! I heard that her secret husband, who has never shown his face, will also be coming to this episode of the dating reality show!"

"Yes, yes, I really want to know who is so lucky to have won the heart of a goddess."

"I saw it last time, the goddess's husband's abs look pretty toned. Do you think the two of them might have something going on in private..."

"Oh, what nonsense are you talking about? We're still kids, I don't understand! I don't understand!"

I overheard the staff whispering among themselves.

Tang Jiao gripped the microphone tightly, the diamond fragments under her fingernails scratching her palm—how could Gu Xiaoxiao, that liar, live so comfortably?