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

The sound wasn't very loud; rather, it was soft and carried a hint of uncertainty.

The tall man at the company entrance turned around upon hearing the sound; his thick eyebrows and downcast eyes made him appear somewhat unapproachable.

No one around them spoke, their eyes constantly glancing at Xie Yan, trying to figure out what was going on with this woman who dared to call President Gu by his first name.

As soon as Gu Qingyu turned his head, his expression changed, his eyes widened instantly, and he froze on the spot.

A woman stood not far away, slender and delicate, wearing a white trench coat. Her features were exquisite and striking, and her frameless glasses gave her an air of aloofness and extraordinary elegance. Her calm eyes were fixed on him.

Xie Yan appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was pounding with anxiety.

Essentially, Xie Qingyu in this world doesn't look like the younger brother she raised, especially since ten years have already passed in this world.

Ten years ago, Xie Qingyu had the face of a domineering CEO, but he still often showed a childlike side. But now, the man in front of her really didn't give Xie Yan any sense of familiarity.

Putting everything else aside, the Xie Qingyu of the past would never have stood by and watched someone kneel and cry before him, then kicked them away and threw them out.

Xie Yan wasn't sure if the man in front of her was still the same person she knew.

Just as she was thinking, she saw Gu Qingyu stride over quickly, his chest heaving with surprise and uncertainty, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Xie Yan's face.

He was very familiar with Xie Yan's appearance; it was exactly the same as what they looked like in their original world!

Is she my sister? Second brother, can you detect it?

2222 paused for a moment, then added, "There are no signs of fluctuation in her system data. I don't think so."

The man's eyes immediately turned red. He gripped Xie Yan's wrist, wanting to ask a question but he didn't dare to speak for a long time, his expression frightening.

But Xie Yan could feel that his hand, which was holding her, was trembling slightly.

Not quite sure, she called out softly again, "Xie Qingyu? Are you alright?"

Gu Qingyu's body trembled violently, his grip tightened, and his voice trembled.

"...What did you say? What did you just call me?"

Are you alright? Are you okay?

"That's not what I was asking..."

He heard it, he heard it all just now!

For so many years, no one has ever called him by that name!

Xie Qingyu!!

His surname is Xie!

No one else in this world, except Xie Yan, would call him that!!!

The man, who had just been decisive and extremely irritable, suddenly choked up, his voice low and soft.

"...Sister, is that you back? Sister?"

His tall frame, nearly 1.9 meters, was now looking like he was about to cry, his eyes red and pleading, his expression a mixture of expectation and grievance.

Everyone around was stunned.

What shocked them even more was that, they didn't know what President Gu said to that woman, but the woman nodded, and President Gu then grabbed her wrist and went straight into the elevator and upstairs.

The group exchanged bewildered glances; this was the first time they had ever seen President Gu so out of control.

The receptionist looked pale and her eyes revealed a desperate despair.

Just now, President Gu and Xie Yan were right in front of the reception desk, and she clearly saw President Gu's attitude.

She couldn't tell the difference between the big and small kings; who would have thought that among those gold diggers who often stage accidents, there would actually be a real one mixed in!

And she almost had security kick Xie Yan out just now!

In an instant, the receptionist felt utterly hopeless.

If Xie Yan complains to President Gu, she'll definitely lose her job!

However, it's clear that Xie Yan doesn't have time to complain about a junior receptionist right now.

Before she could even react, the thirty-year-old man smoothly and naturally grabbed her leg.

Xie Qingyu plopped down on the ground and started crying, clinging to Xie Yan's leg and refusing to let go.

This scene, so different from what she saw on the first floor, was actually quite funny, but Xie Yan couldn't help but tear up.

Tears streamed down his face as he cried, his voice filled with anguish, but it was a truly awful sound.

After listening for a while, I couldn't take it anymore.

There was a fruit plate on the coffee table, and Xie Yan casually grabbed a piece of fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.

The person forced to remain silent: "..."

He looked up, blinking his wet eyes at Xie Yan, who couldn't bear to look at him.

"I'm sorry, you're crying like a donkey, I can't listen to you anymore. Have some fruit to calm down."

"........."

After a few seconds of silence, he reached out and took the unpeeled orange out of his mouth, then silently got up and went to wash his face.

When he came out of the restroom in the lounge, he seemed to have calmed down somewhat.

Xie Yan was in a relatively stable mood. She was sitting on the sofa peeling and eating an orange when she heard footsteps beside her and looked up.

The man in the casual suit was mature and handsome, tall, with water droplets still dripping from his chin, and his features were as handsome as if they were sculpted.

The childlike innocence he once possessed has long since vanished, replaced by a lazy yet mature demeanor.

Seeing Xie Yan staring at him, Xie Qingyu immediately smiled with red eyes, looking simple and honest, which made Xie Yan feel less of a stranger.

Xie Qingyu walked over and sat down next to Xie Yan. "Call my name again, please."

Xie Yan placed the peeled orange in his large hand, sighed, and then smiled helplessly, "Xie Qingyu, have an orange."

Xie Qingyu felt like crying again.

He had long accepted the fact that he had no more relatives in this world, and he also accepted that he would live on as the entrepreneur Gu Qingyu.

But with the Gu family gone, he lost even his nominal relatives, and it seemed that the carefree and naive Xie Qingyu had died along with Xie Yan.

If he hadn't been deceived by Jiang Yuanfeng and delayed returning home, Xie Yan wouldn't have run out of points and encountered danger, and wouldn't have died after failing the mission.

If he had gone back then, Xie Yan would have scored enough points and wouldn't have died.

Over the years, Xie Qingyu has had frequent nightmares, dreaming that he stood by and let Xie Yan die. He has woken up crying several times, feeling so regretful that he almost vomited blood.

Fortunately, Xie Yan is back.

He has family again.

Xie Qingyu lowered his head, eating oranges while shedding tears, showing no signs of being a mature man.

Xie Yan found it both funny and heartbreaking, and took out a tissue to wipe his tears. "It's alright, I'm back now, I'm fine. How old are you now, why are you still crying?"

Even considering Xie Qingyu's original age of eighteen when he first transmigrated, he is now twenty-eight.

He is now the same age as Xie Yan.

Even... his biological age is two years older than Xie Yan's.

"No, you don't know, I thought I would never see you again, of course I had to cry. Now that you're back, I'm no longer a wild man without a sister."

"...?"

Xie Yan felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

Just then, a cell phone rang, breaking the bittersweet atmosphere between the two of them. Xie Qingyu glanced at it and hung up.

But the phone rang again relentlessly, and he frowned, preparing to hang up once more.

He didn't want to answer the phone right now; those foreigners were definitely going to talk about work again, which was incredibly annoying, and he wasn't in the mood for work at all.

Xie Yan glanced at the English name on the screen. "Is this a work call? Then answer it, don't let it interfere with work."

"...Okay, then wait for me a moment, have some water, there are some snacks and desserts in the drawer, I'll get this sorted out right away."

After saying that, he got up and went to the window to answer the phone.

The office was large, and the man's broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs made his silhouette look particularly dashing next to the window.

He answered the phone, his voice deep and serious, and he spoke fluent English.

He was in a hurry to finish his business and hang up the phone, so his speech was no longer so smooth and rambling, but rather very concise, without a single unnecessary word, and his spoken English was so fluent that he could be a translator.

Xie Yan bent down and peeled another apple. She peeled it slowly, and the apple peel was clean. Xie Qingyu had already returned.

She never imagined that the boy who used to struggle to memorize vocabulary and barely pass English exams could now handle his work fluently in English.

"You must have suffered a lot in these ten years."

Xie Yan looked at the handsome and tall man in front of her, feeling both gratified and bittersweet.

She gently patted Xie Qingyu's head, her eyes crinkling with a smile, her expression incredibly tender.

"Well done."

*******

evening.

In a luxurious villa area, tender green branches sway in the courtyard, rustling in the wind.

The abundant green vegetation makes the villa area look like a huge forest park.

Planting trees on large tracts of land in the prime villa district of Beicheng in pursuit of tranquility is practically paving the way with gold; it's rare to find a developer with such deep pockets.

A handsome man arrived at a villa.

This villa has only two floors, it's not very big, and the decoration is simple with little color.

Bai Xiao stood in the entryway, her clothes neatly arranged, her expression obedient and sweet. "Hello, Aunt Yang, is Shen Yan home?"

The woman in front of me looked to be about sixty years old, with wrinkles around her eyes, but she had a kind face and a good temper.

"Xiao Yan is resting upstairs."

"Okay okay."

Bai Xiao quickly replied, "Something came up at the company, so I'll go find him now."

After saying that, he hurriedly went upstairs to find someone.

Yang Huiyun watched his retreating figure and suddenly sighed for some reason.

"What's wrong, Huiyun? Are you in a bad mood?"

The speaker was a man who also looked to be older. He had a refined and scholarly demeanor, and it was easy to tell that he must have been a handsome and good-looking man when he was young.

Yang Huiyun shook her head, "It's nothing, I just feel a bit choked up. Xiao Yan is such a worry, he's been away on a business trip for over a month, and when he came back I saw he'd lost so much weight. I've tried to make him gain weight, but nothing I give him works. And it looks like he won't eat dinner tonight, sigh..."

Several delicious-looking dishes were laid out on the dining table in the living room, but they were all a little cold.

"Old Zhang, do you think he's under too much work pressure? But no matter how much pressure he's under, he can't go without eating."

Seeing how worried she was, Zhang Zhihong could only comfort her, "You're right, so even if he doesn't eat, we still have to eat, right?"

He pulled Yang Huiyun to sit at the dining table and said, "There are still some dishes left in the kitchen. Let's eat first, and I'll heat them up for him when he gets hungry tonight."

As he spoke, he put a piece of meat into Yang Huiyun's bowl, saying, "Eat quickly, it's getting cold."

Looking at the considerate and attentive man opposite her, Yang Huiyun felt somewhat comforted.

Since her divorce when she was young, she has never had the thought of finding a man again. She has lived alone for decades, always single and without any ties.

Until a few years ago, when the land near Jianghai Farmhouse was requisitioned by the government, she received a large sum of compensation and then simply followed Shen Yan to Beicheng.

She's getting old, and Shen Yan helps her manage her hotel business in Jianghai. Although they're not mother and son, after so many years, they're practically related.

Logically speaking, Yang Huiyun should have retired by now, but she couldn't stay idle, so she opened a small shop nearby and started selling fried rice cakes.

Zhang Zhihong came to work for her last year. He said he was retired and wanted to find something to do. Yang Huiyun kept him on because he was gentle and had a good temper.

Over time, the two became acquainted, and he would occasionally come to Yang Huiyun's house to cook, taking great care of her.

However, they were both getting old, so neither of them dared to break the unspoken understanding.

"Is Xiao Yan thirty this year? Still no girlfriend? Shouldn't you be thinking about marriage?" Zhang Zhihong suddenly asked.

"He's 29 this year, almost there, and he really hasn't found a girlfriend yet."

Yang Huiyun hadn't forgotten the pretty girl who dated Xiao Yan back in college years ago, but she hadn't seen her since. Xiao Yan said she had gone abroad, and when she tried to ask more, he wouldn't say anything.

She always felt that Xiao Yan was heartbroken and didn't want to find a girlfriend again. Otherwise, with his qualities, what kind of girl couldn't he find?

"Oh, okay." Zhang Zhihong nodded. "Is your daughter about the same age as him? Has she settled down abroad after all this time? Otherwise, I think it would be nice to have them get together."

Hearing this, Yang Huiyun nodded with a bitter expression, "Yes."

If Yan Yan were still alive, she would indeed be about the same age as Xiao Yan.

She actually lived half her life alone; thinking about it now, it's almost unbelievable.

While they were eating, Bai Xiao had already made his way up to the third floor with practiced ease and pushed open the dark bedroom door with the same ease.

Seeing the terrifyingly large black coffin in the middle of the bedroom, Bai Xiao walked over expressionlessly and effortlessly lifted the coffin lid.

A person lay quietly in the deep coffin. He had fair skin, closed eyes, and long, even breaths, as if he were asleep.

If it weren't for the chest rising and falling gently, anyone would think there was a dead person lying inside.

Even if he were alive, the scene would still be incredibly chilling.

Whose good family member is sleeping in a coffin?

"Are you awake? I need to talk to you."

Bai Xiao knocked on the coffin lid, as politely as if knocking on a door.

"..."

"Stop playing dead, I really have something to do, time is tight, I'm very busy, okay?"

He kept babbling on and on, until the person in the coffin was finally awakened by the noise and opened their eyes.

Shen Yan pursed his lips, his expression indifferent, his lifeless eyes gleaming with an inorganic light, truly resembling the eyes of a dead person.

Bai Xiao, who had just been quite annoyed, felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze, and then immediately grinned mischievously.

The person in the coffin had already sat up, so Bai Xiao waved his hand in front of his eyes, as if testing a blind person, "Long time no see, can you recognize me? Do you know who I am?"

Shen Yan's face was ashen. "Get to the point."