I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

By the end of October, the temperature had completely cooled down.

The autumn air is bleak, and the rain is continuous.

Xie Yan was originally expecting Li Chuan to cause trouble for her and Shen Yan, but she learned from her school teacher that Li Chuan had actually taken a long leave of absence.

He couldn't go to the competition either, and neither could Wang Zhiyuan.

I heard he has eight fractures, a concussion, and multiple contusions. He probably won't be able to get out of the hospital without spending two months there.

Xie Yan then realized that Xie Qingyu, not wanting to miss out on trouble, had gone and added fuel to the fire, beating the person up like that without even telling her.

They've really grown up.

This guy used to love getting into fights in school. From junior high to high school, Xie Qingyu's parents were called in countless times. Every time, it was Xie Yan who got scolded and was treated like a grandson by his homeroom teacher.

Xie Qingyu had been in a fight before and had bruises on his face and body. When Xie Yan returned, she was so angry that she wanted to give him two more blows, which added to his charisma.

But Xie Qingyu always refused to accept it and wanted to fight again. Xie Yan couldn't understand why he loved fighting so much. When she asked him, he wouldn't say, only that he didn't like the look of others.

But never before has it been as serious as this.

Xie Yan knew he was trying to vent his anger, but she didn't want Xie Qingyu to develop this habit of solving problems by hitting people. His physical abilities and other skills were different now, and he could easily accidentally hurt someone.

It's not worth getting yourself involved again.

As the older sister, Xie Yan is always very rational and has more concerns than Xie Qingyu.

She gave Xie Qingyu a serious reprimand, but he just gave a perfunctory "oh."

Xie Yan stood on the balcony, looking at the moon, holding her phone. Her tone was stern, and her voice rose slightly, "What 'oh' what are you talking about? Did you even hear me?"

Xie Qingyu seems to be preoccupied lately, afraid of revealing his true feelings, and has stopped communicating with her via brainwaves, so she can only resort to phone calls.

Xie Qingyu, on the other end, looked a little dejected. He lowered his eyelids and pursed his lips in annoyance. "You're right, but they deserve to be beaten. I'll beat them again next time I see them."

Xie Yan was furious: "You—!"

She took two deep breaths, trying not to say anything too harsh, "You beat someone up like that, didn't the Li family cause you any trouble? Didn't they call the police?"

"Yes, they wouldn't dare. Old Gu stepped in."

Both incidents involved assault, but Shen Yan was kicked out of the house without a word, and even kneeling and begging were to no avail.

Despite Xie Qingyu's ruthless actions, Gu Jinhua was still able to suppress her temper and clean up his mess.

The two sons were treated very differently.

Gu Jinhua truly lived up to his reputation as a seasoned domineering CEO; his mastery of both kindness and severity was so effective that the Li family didn't dare utter a single word after just a few words.

However, the old boss got angry, and Xie Qingyu was temporarily suspended from his post.

Whether it was the Gu Group or Starway Entertainment, Gu Jinhua demanded that he hand over his position.

If this were the real male lead, he would probably be furious by now, given how big of a deal this is.

But Xie Qingyu actually felt a sense of relief.

Perhaps he can take a short rest.

Xie Yan was still rambling on across from them.

“You can't be as willful as before, no matter what. I never said anything when you were causing trouble and fighting at school all the time—”

"What didn't you say! You beat me up every time you come back from school!" Xie Qingyu suddenly became agitated for some reason.

Xie Yan silently touched her nose. "Then tell me why you love fighting so much! You never tell me when I ask, how can I not get impatient?"

Xie Qingyu pouted, puffing out his cheeks, "I'm not talking! I'm going to sleep! Goodnight!"

Then he hung up the phone.

Xie Yan stared at her phone in disbelief, completely at a loss for what to do with him.

This kid has become powerful and influential now, and he's even harder to manage.

Xie Qingyu buried his face in the soft pillow, reminiscing about the past, and felt depressed.

Xie Yan was beautiful from a young age. In her hometown, she was the most beautiful girl in the surrounding area. Even after moving to the city, she was always the center of attention wherever she went.

After Xie Yan attended several parent-teacher conferences for Xie Qingyu, the whole school knew that Xie Qingyu had a stunningly beautiful older sister who was as beautiful as a celebrity and had an amazing figure.

But kids these days mature early, and teenage boys can tell dirty jokes like the back of their hand.

When Xie Qingyu heard that some unfamiliar boys from other classes were fantasizing about Xie Yan in the bathroom, he was disgusted and immediately kicked open the door, launching a flying kick at her, wishing he could kick her until she was infertile.

Every single boy who fantasizes about Xie Yan behind her back will be beaten up by Xie Qingyu every time he sees them.

But he was too embarrassed to tell Xie Yan about this.

The things those people said and did were so disgusting that he couldn't bring himself to say them.

So the end result was that he got into a fight at school and got his face scratched, and then he got beaten up when he got home.

He felt wronged too.

Xie Qingyu's eyes reddened again.

Why can't we be a little gentler with him, even just a little bit?

With the recent drop in temperature and the change of seasons, flu outbreaks are frequent.

Xie Qingyu sniffled and took the thermometer out from under his arm to take a look.

The fever hasn't gone down yet.

Waaaaah, he's so fragile, waaaaaah...

When people are sick, they often feel inexplicably vulnerable and wronged, and even the smallest things can be magnified infinitely.

As a result, Xie Qingyu felt more and more aggrieved and saddened the more he thought about it, and he hid under the covers and cried secretly, tears falling in a steady stream.

Just then, Tan Qing called. Xie Qingyu glanced at the phone, sniffed, and answered.

He's been suspended from work for the past few days, but Tan Qing is doing quite well; she often calls him to talk about things at the company.

Although Xie Qingyu didn't actually want to listen.

"...Mr. Gu, are you still running a fever?"

Xie Qingyu choked up and nodded painfully, "The high fever won't go down."

Tan Qing's voice was low and slightly worried, "Ah, how tall?"

Recently, the fever clinics at hospitals have been packed with people waiting to see a doctor for the flu. There are many people with temperatures above 39 degrees Celsius, and a persistent high fever is not a good sign.

Xie Qingyu, with his eyes closed, rambled on with unwavering confidence, "I'm 1.876 meters tall."

"........."

Tan Qing was speechless for a moment after being taken aback by his read-but-reply reply, and then she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Xie Qingyu became irritated again. "What are you laughing at? I'll be 1.88 meters tall soon, and then 1.9 meters. I'll surpass you next year. I'm still young, I'm still growing."

The fever worsened his already dull mind, and he himself didn't know what nonsense he was spouting.

Tan Qing couldn't help but chuckle softly again, amused by his words.

"Okay, then I wish Mr. Gu will grow to 1.88 meters tall soon."

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Xie Yan had just been hung up on when she heard a noise coming from the living room doorway.

The boy casually placed the key on the shoe cabinet, carried some food in his hand, glanced around the room, and then fixed his gaze on the balcony.

He waved the bag in his hand at Xie Yan, his fair face beaming with a smile, "I'm back, senior! The owner of the grilled gluten stall downstairs is open today. I bought two skewers and a serving of fried chicken strips."

Xie Yan immediately stepped forward and took all the food. She felt that the food was quite heavy in her hands, so she looked down at it.

"Why did you buy so much? What else did you buy?"

"Steamed dumplings, potato noodles, roasted chicken legs," Shen Yan honestly recited the names of the dishes.

Xie Yan was both amused and exasperated. "Eating so much so late at night? Didn't you eat enough this afternoon?"

Shen Yan pursed his lips, curved his eyebrows, and looked genuinely a little embarrassed.

"I used to eat your late-night snacks all the time, and I've gotten used to having a late-night snack. Plus, the night market here has pretty good food too..."

"Okay, okay, go to the kitchen and get a few bowls."

After a few days, Xie Yan started to get quite used to directing Shen Yan.

This child is very quick and efficient, keeping the house tidy and organized, making Xie Yan's life much easier.

It was completely different from the terrible state of his bedroom.

Shen Yan seems to be in good spirits these past two days. He even removed the bandages from his wrists himself. Xie Yan often feels, in a daze, that Shen Yan has always been so well-behaved and cheerful.

At the dinner table, each of them held a grilled gluten stick in their hand and ate it. The gluten was chewy, sizzling with oil, and sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, making it very fragrant.

Suddenly, Shen Yan asked, seemingly casually.

"Senior, were you on the balcony talking on the phone just now?"

Xie Yan, caught off guard, simply hummed in response.

Shen Yan's obedient expression remained unchanged, but his dark eyes, fixed on Xie Yan, grew somewhat serious. "Oh, with whom?"

"It's your brother, but he hung up on me."

Shen Yan pursed his lips, his eyes flashing slightly.

He raised his hand and pushed the fried chicken strips and roasted chicken leg towards Xie Yan, "Oh, have this."

"Uh-huh."

The two of them finished off the items in a whirlwind.

Of course, Xie Yan was the main reason for her large appetite; she ate four out of six xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and also finished off all the potato noodles.

She has a lot of physical strength and expends a lot of energy, so naturally she eats more.

That evening, the two packed their luggage for the next day and went to bed early.

Shen Yan was still lying on the black leather sofa in the living room, neither too soft nor too hard, and it was hard to say whether it was comfortable or not.

The blanket on her body was light and cotton, and the cover smelled faintly of laundry detergent.

It does smell somewhat similar to Xie Yan's.

The living room was lit with dim lights around the perimeter. Xie Yan didn't turn them off, so Shen Yan naturally didn't either.

He didn't know if Xie Yan forgot to turn off the light or did it on purpose. The lights in Xie Yan's bedroom were clearly off, so why was the light on in the living room?

Surely it wasn't left for him on purpose.

He needs to sleep with the lights on; only he knows this habit.

Shen Yan hates the dark.

Turning on the lights doesn't guarantee a good night's sleep, but turning off the lights will definitely give you nightmares.

Surprisingly, he's been sleeping quite well these past few days, going through nights without a dream, and his overall condition has improved considerably.

Shen Yan stared at the ceiling for a while, then suddenly got up and turned off the light.

He groped his way back to the sofa in the dark, lay down, covered himself with the blanket, and put on his headphones again.

He hadn't slept with the lights off in a long time, and suddenly wanted to try it.

As soon as the lights went out, the thick, boundless darkness immediately enveloped him like the sea, making him gasp for breath.

Shen Yan frowned, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heartbeat quickened.

Some unpleasant images from the depths of his mind became increasingly vivid, and in a short moment he felt a chill run from head to toe, as if someone had grabbed his ankles with icy hands and pulled him down.

Shen Yan didn't even dare to open his eyes, afraid of seeing something he didn't want to see.

The blanket covered half of Shen Yan's face, and he gripped the corners of the blanket tightly with both hands, his body tense.

It still doesn’t seem to work.

...Darkness would uncontrollably conjure up certain images in him and amplify the fear in his heart.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Shen Yan's forehead, and he trembled slightly, trying his best to endure it.