Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

The crystal chandelier illuminated the champagne tower like a flowing river of gold. As Gu Xiaoxiao walked towards the banquet hall in her ten-centimeter stilettos, Si Jin was leaning against the end of the corridor, puffing on her cigarette.

He squinted at the girl being wheeled into the dressing room by the stylist, ash falling softly onto the cuffs of her custom-made suit.

"It's too revealing." Si Jin lightly touched the crisscrossing pearl necklace on her back with her cigarette butt. "Change to that dark green one."

Gu Xiaoxiao peeked out from behind the doorframe: "But this was picked out by your assistant..."

“Now I’m your stylist.” Si Jin loosened his bow tie and threw it into her arms, the jade cufflinks flashing coldly in the air. He turned his back and listened to the rustling of fabric in the dressing room, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray.

As Si Jin loosened her tie, the gilded grandfather clock in the lounge struck its seventh chime.

He peered through the gaps in the blinds at the figure moving about in the fitting room, cigarette ash falling softly at his feet—that figure, swaying gracefully, was captivating.

"Mr. Si, Ms. Wang has touched up her lipstick for the third time." Assistant Xiaolin held the tablet, hesitant to speak, "I heard she prepared Chopin's Nocturne."

This time, Si Jin signed a big contract with the organizer, who was deeply impressed by Si Jin's abilities and wanted to introduce Si Jin to his daughter.

It's called getting to know each other, but it's actually a disguised form of blind dating.

Si Jin is now a ruthless money-making tool, and she hates anything other than work, let alone blind dates.

The pen nib left ink stains on the contract, and Si Jin suddenly recalled a scene from the conference room six months ago.

At that moment, Gu Xiaoxiao was tiptoeing to fix a printer that was jamming. Her peach-pink chiffon blouse slipped off her shoulders, and the lingering gaze of her business partner seemed to burn through her back. He inexplicably had the HR department hand her a black work jacket, but after seeing the girl's bewildered expression, he scoffed, "The company's air conditioning costs a lot."

A soft rustling sound of tearing fabric came from the fitting room. Si Jin's knuckles paused in mid-air as she knocked on the door. Gu Xiaoxiao's muffled voice came through: "This zipper..."

“Clumsy.” He turned and pressed the call button, but before Xiaolin could arrive, he tore open the door a crack. A moonlight satin dress lay at the girl's feet; she looked like a white swan that had strayed into a thicket of thorns, a pearl necklace tangled at the back of her hair. Si Jin’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. He suddenly slammed the door shut and growled at his arriving assistant, “Go find a turtleneck!”

When Gu Xiaoxiao appeared in the banquet hall in a dark cheongsam, the glow of the crystal chandelier flowed over the magnolia embroidery on her lapel. Si Jin listened to the suppressed gasps around her and irritably tugged at her tie—this dress clearly covered her collarbone, so why did it make her neck appear even longer?

“Mr. Si,” Miss Wang said, her lace folding fan pressed against his sleeve, “I’ve heard you’re interested in classical music…”

"Excuse me." Si Jin suddenly turned around and put her arm around Gu Xiaoxiao, who was secretly eating a macaron. The scent of mint liqueur wafted from Gu Xiaoxiao's burning earlobe. "I didn't bring you here to be invisible!"

"Mr. Si's female companion is a mixed-race model?" The business partner leaned closer, holding a glass of champagne. "Why hasn't Mr. Si mentioned this before?"

"Secretary." Si Jin pulled Gu Xiaoxiao half a step behind her, the iced wine rippled in the glass. "Ordinary employee."

"What is your surname, Miss?" the organizer asked with a smile and a gentle tone.

"My surname is Gu," the woman replied softly, her voice clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley.

"Oh, so you're Miss Gu." The organizer nodded slightly, indicating that they understood, and then asked, "How old are you, Miss Gu?"

The woman hesitated slightly, seemingly a little embarrassed, but still answered truthfully, "I am twenty-eight years old this year."

Si Jin's fingers tightened suddenly as he held the wine glass. Hearing Chairman Wang's exclamation of "What a coincidence!", he suddenly remembered the image of Gu Xiaoxiao squatting in the tea room feeding stray cats last month—she had just as unguardedly exposed her soft belly to everyone.

"How old is your son this year?" Si Jin suddenly interrupted the organizer, her gaze fixed on the stunned Chairman Wang.

"My son is twenty-six and graduated from Cambridge..."

"Too young." Si Jin tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass, the burning sensation in her throat unable to suppress the surging irritation. "She prefers older men."

When the dessert cart was brought out for the dinner, Si Jin had already booked the next available red-eye flight. He pulled Gu Xiaoxiao through the shower of gold leaf, the scent of gardenias mixed with red wine lingering in the air. "Mr. Si, my crab roe soup dumplings haven't arrived yet..."

"I'll buy you a truckload when we get back to China." Si Jin slapped the boarding pass into her palm, glancing at the bloody marks on her heels out of the corner of her eye. "Now, immediately, disappear from my sight."

At 30,000 feet, Gu Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the first-aid kit brought to her by the flight crew.

I happened to see Si Jin making a phone call in German in the VIP room. His silhouette outside the floor-to-ceiling window was tinged with warm orange by the neon lights, and he was mouthing "maximaler Komfort Schuhweite" (maximum comfort shoe width).

As Gu Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes in the morning light and reached for her luggage, she was suddenly handed a black card.

Xiao Lin glanced at Si Jin, who had stood up, and smiled ambiguously, "President Si said, any man who can't offer you this isn't worth considering."

Si Jin strode towards the convoy of cars picking up passengers, her bright red ear tips hidden in the morning mist. "Go buy your xiaolongbao—so you don't embarrass the company at the next banquet."

Gu Xiaoxiao looked at the black card she had inexplicably received, feeling both excited and apprehensive. She had just stumbled upon such a wonderful opportunity!