Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

In the conference room on the top floor of He's Film Company, thirty-seven project managers remained silent. He Jing held the red marriage certificate between his fingers, the gold-embossed national emblem reflecting a cold light under the floor lamp. Gu Xiaoxiao's photo on the marriage certificate was facing everyone—she was smiling with her head tilted, a ginkgo leaf still clinging to the end of her hair, a moment secretly photographed downstairs at the company last autumn.

"So, Boss really got married?" Mo Feng was the first to break his voice, a signed photo of Gu Xiaoxiao still stuck to his mousepad. "And last week you said you were 'supervising the crew,' but actually you were going on a date?"

He Jing's fingertips traced the cover of their marriage certificate, a forced smile on his face. "Or do you think your CEO has all the free time in the world?" He suddenly pushed the red certificate to the center of the long table, the wedding ring tapping clearly on the glass surface. "From today onwards, I am your goddess's man! And also her number one fan, the president of her fan club!"

That afternoon, the collective heartbreak of He's employees became a trending topic. Some posted photos of marriage proposal letters gathering dust on their desks, others tore up their custom-made "Mrs. He's Support T-shirts," and some even set up wreaths in the company lobby to mourn their "lost love." Gu Xiaoxiao, watching the live stream on her phone, laughed so hard she rolled around on the sofa: "Your employees are even crazier than my fans!"

He Jing wrapped his arms around her from behind, his nose brushing against the ends of her freshly washed hair: "Take them to try the food tomorrow." He traced the red marks on her wrist with his fingertips—left from last night's overdoing it. "Let them see how you get sauce on your nose when you eat steak, how you kick off the covers when you sleep, and how you always kick me off the bed."

Tang Jiao's medicine bottle rolled to the ground. "Since I can't get it back..." she thought, touching the fruit knife hidden in her bag, its blade gleaming coldly under the light. "Then I'll destroy it."

The film crew's parking lot was unusually quiet on this snowy night. Gu Xiaoxiao had just said goodbye to He Jing and was about to go to the van to get her script when she was suddenly dragged into a corner by a force.

Tang Jiao's face contorted in the moonlight, the knife tip pressed against her side: "Do you know? The first time He Jing called me in my past life, he said, 'Don't be afraid, I'm here.'" Her voice rose and fell, as if two people were conversing, "But in this life, he only calls you, only buys you mints, only kisses you when you make a mistake..."

Gu Xiaoxiao felt a sharp pain in her lower back from the cut, but then she heard the familiar soft tinkling of Buddhist prayer beads in the distance. He Jing's figure emerged from the shadows, his suit collar slightly open, revealing a red mark below his collarbone—a mark she had accidentally scratched with her fingertips last night when she was lying on his chest.

"Tang Jiao, it's time for your medication." He Jing's voice was soft, yet chillingly cold. "Do you think the hotel video the private investigator filmed was just a coincidence? I've been setting you up ever since you started stalking Xiao Xiao three months ago." He gestured, and two doctors in white coats emerged from the shadows. "Director Wang from the mental hospital said you've recently stopped taking your medication?"

Tang Jiao's knife clattered to the ground. Looking at the syringe in the doctor's hand, she suddenly let out a sharp laugh: "You think this is all? My diary is filled with evidence of He Jing's love for me. He sends me goodnight texts every day, he gave me sandalwood prayer beads..."

Gu Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered the Buddhist prayer beads on He Jing's wrist, which were indeed exactly the same as the ones Tang Jiao was wearing today.

He Jing gently shook his head: "That string of Buddhist beads was bought by Xiaoxiao from a roadside stall five years ago. There is only one string of it in the world. The one you have is a fake." He turned to Gu Xiaoxiao, his heartache almost overflowing. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance. Ever since that incident, I have been investigating Tang Jiao and found that she has severe paranoia. She always thinks she is the heroine in our story."

The sound of the ambulance grew louder as it approached. In her struggle, Tang Jiao ripped off her wig, revealing a mark on the back of her neck—the insignia of a patient in a mental hospital.

Gu Xiaoxiao watched as she was lifted onto the stretcher and suddenly remembered the redness on Tang Jiao's ear tips and the way she twisted her skirt when they first met. Could it all be a facade when she was having an attack of her illness?

The snow started falling again. He Jing wrapped Gu Xiaoxiao in a cashmere coat, his palm pressed against the gauze on her lower back: "Does it hurt?"

She looked up at his eyelashes, wet with snow, and suddenly burst out laughing: "So you knew about her scheme all along, and even deliberately let her film the hotel video, and even pretended to be tricked into going to the parking lot..."

He Jing lowered his head and kissed away the snowflakes from the corner of her eye: "Otherwise, how could we completely expose her? But..." He suddenly bit her lip, the scent of cedar mixed with the sweetness of mint, "Don't make me worry again next time. When I received the private investigator's photos and saw you being dragged into a corner..." His voice deepened, "I really wanted to crush everyone in the world who hurt you."

In the hospital ward, Gu Xiaoxiao looked at the examination report handed to her by the nurse; the scratch on her lower back was just a superficial injury. He Jing was sitting on the edge of the bed peeling an apple; sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, gilding the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist with a layer of gold.

“Actually, Tang Jiao’s delusions showed signs long before we got married,” He Jing suddenly said. “She secretly looked at our wedding photos, photoshopped herself into them, and firmly believed that the text messages I sent her every day were forwarded from your phone.” He put down the fruit knife and held Gu Xiaoxiao’s hand. “But she’s alright now. The doctor said that as long as she continues treatment, she will gradually improve.”

Gu Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered He Jing's words in the recording studio: "You've been running away for five years." It turned out that in the time she didn't know, this man had not only protected their love but also silently dealt with all the potential crises. She suddenly leaned closer and gently pecked his Adam's apple: "So how do you plan to punish me? Like... memorizing lines while kissing me?"

He Jing's pupils suddenly contracted, and he pinched her chin with his fingertips: "You little rascal, now you know how to seduce people?" He suddenly picked her up and walked into the inner room of the ward. "Perfect timing, there's a kissing scene in the new script that needs rehearsing—on a hospital bed, that shouldn't be against the rules, right?"

The snow stopped, and sunlight filled the entire hospital room. Gu Xiaoxiao looked at the wedding ring on He Jing's ring finger and suddenly felt that all the so-called conspiracies and hurts had become footnotes to their love amidst the overlapping heartbeats.

At that moment, she truly felt happy.

A week before the wedding, designer Jack's private jet landed at the Capital Airport. This man, famous for his "Tears of the Muse" series, immediately knelt down and kissed Gu Xiaoxiao's hand: "My muse, this is the wedding ring I've redesigned." His eyes reddened as he looked up, "The inspiration came from that moment I saw you under the moonlight."

Gu Xiaoxiao smiled and helped him up, not noticing the half-photo peeking out of Jack's suit pocket—a candid shot she took a year ago while changing backstage, with someone marking his ring finger in red.

Tang Jiao hid in the shadows of the VIP passage, her nails digging into her palms. The mental hospital bracelet throbbed painfully under her cuff. She stared at the message Jack had sent her on her phone: "[As planned, cause a car accident on the wedding day when the convoy crosses the Yangtze River Bridge.]" The pill bottle rattled in her bag, and another voice screamed in her mind: "Gu Xiaoxiao must disappear, only then will He Jing come back to me!"

On her wedding day, Gu Xiaoxiao wore a mermaid wedding dress designed by Jack, the train adorned with three thousand Swarovski crystals. Her "bride's family" group, composed of He's employees, held up signs that read, "Xiaoxiao, run! He the devil will steal your snacks!" but they all wiped away tears as she walked down the aisle. Suddenly, Mo Feng rushed forward and shoved a bag of mints into her hands: "If the boss bullies you, we'll crowdfund to get you a lawyer!"

As the convoy drove onto the Yangtze River Bridge, the setting sun painted the river surface a golden-red. Gu Xiaoxiao leaned on He Jing's shoulder when she suddenly heard a screeching sound of brakes. The black van was slammed into the guardrail by a large truck that suddenly swerved. In the instant glass shards flew, Jack lunged from the passenger seat and shielded her beneath him.

“I’m sorry…” Jack’s blood dripped onto her wedding dress, leaving a mark like red plum blossoms. “The address Tang Jiao gave you was fake. She wants you dead…” He fumbled for a small box, inside which was a diamond wedding ring. “This is the real ring I designed, engraved with your and He Jing’s birthdays…”

The ambulance siren ripped through the twilight. When Gu Xiaoxiao woke up in the ICU, she was wearing the broken diamond ring on her wrist. He Jing leaned over the bed, his stubble brushing against the back of her hand: "Jack shielded her from the fatal wound with his body." His voice was hoarse.

Late at night, Gu Xiaoxiao stared at the ceiling, pretending to be asleep. A system notification sounded in her mind: [Emotional fluctuations detected in the host; mission failure rate increased to 97%.] She reached for her anti-sleeping pills beside her pillow—ever since the car accident, she could only fall asleep to He Jing's kisses. "He clearly acted out a mental breakdown just like in the original story, so why hasn't he divorced me?"

He Jing suddenly rolled over and pulled her into his arms, his fingertips tracing the shoulder blades of her back. "I know you're not asleep." He kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, the salty taste mingling with the sweetness of mints. "Back then, in the car accident, you pretended to have amnesia to deceive me, then you feigned depression to avoid me during our trip to London, and now you've learned to slash the sofa with a knife..." He suddenly chuckled, his chest vibrating against her eardrums. "Little liar, how many more times do you want to try before you believe I won't leave?"

As dawn broke, Gu Xiaoxiao looked at her wedding ring in the dressing mirror. The system interface flashed its final notification: [Mission objective "Get He Jing to initiate the divorce" failed, forced return procedure initiated...] She suddenly closed the interface, turned around, and threw herself into He Jing's arms: "I'm hungry, I want your soft-boiled egg."

The man's laughter, like melting cedar leaves, flowed in the morning light: "Okay, after we eat, I'll take you to see our new house—the top floor one, with your favorite bay window and starry sky ceiling." His fingertips brushed against the ring on her ring finger. "Jack said before he died, the true muse isn't inspiration, it's the courage to willingly be bound to someone."

Twenty years later, in late autumn, Gu Xiaoxiao leaned against He Jing's lap, flipping through a photo album. In the yellowed photos, He Jing's face was indifferent, but his gaze never left the smiling woman beside him. She suddenly looked up at the gray hair at the man's temples: "After the car accident back then, did you already know I was acting?"

He Jing lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "I knew it from the moment you flushed the antidepressants down the toilet." He ran his fingertips along the old wound on her wrist, "But I'm even more afraid that if you really get sick, I won't have time to tell you—" He suddenly chuckled, "Actually, I already bought a small island in Switzerland. If you want to run away, I'll tie you up and make you the island's owner's wife for life."

As ginkgo leaves fell onto the windowsill, Gu Xiaoxiao suddenly recalled the man in the suit and tie from their first meeting, and the string of Buddhist prayer beads she had casually bought for him. It turned out that the red thread of fate had already woven an indelible net in time long before what she thought was her "mission" had even begun.

The system's final notification faded into the aroma of tea. Gu Xiaoxiao closed the photo album and kissed He Jing's lips. This time, she was no longer a host completing a mission, but simply Gu Xiaoxiao enveloped in love—and this was the most perfect "mission failure."