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

Bai Xiao came here mainly for company matters.

He went to Nanjing Forestry University a few days ago to deal with Xiaobaicai and that annoying male classmate, but before things were over there, another problem arose at the company.

Future Tech has been receiving a lot of negative feedback online lately. Two months ago, its newly launched products had a slightly higher probability of minor bugs. The company conducted an internal investigation and it seems that there are some issues with the chips.

They returned the chips to the factory for random inspection, and a batch of chips had a pass rate slightly below the standard. It wasn't a big problem, but the online sentiment had already been stirred up.

“I have already had the marketing department recall these machines, but I suspect someone is stirring up trouble, possibly another competitor.”

Shen Yan hummed in agreement, his voice calm and collected. "Full refunds will be issued after the recall. We don't need to pay attention to public opinion."

Bai Xiao was about to say something more when she suddenly couldn't help but say, "Why don't you come out of the coffin first? It's creepy to look at. I feel like I'm talking to a vampire."

"..."

He had been talking for so long, but Shen Yan had been sitting in the coffin with a blank expression and a deep, unsettling gaze.

Bai Xiao could never understand his strange habit. "Aren't you afraid to sleep in a coffin? When the coffin lid is closed, you can't see your hand in front of your face. Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

The coffin was a deep, dark color, so black it seemed to absorb even light, like a black hole. The bedroom was dark and quiet, and few people could bear it.

Shen Yan's expression finally changed. He pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "It's very safe."

Now it was Bai Xiao's turn to be speechless.

Never mind, he's a magnanimous person and won't hold it against a patient.

Fortunately, a few minutes later, the two arrived at the study, and the scene finally seemed to return to the world of the living.

Future Group has become a leading enterprise in the real estate sector, and is now also a top player in the field of scientific research.

In the early years, when it was still Gujia Holdings, it provided significant investment support for some emerging scientific research projects. Although the company has changed owners in recent years, the investment has not stopped.

The research project led by Professor Zheng Huaiping achieved a major breakthrough a few years ago, causing a huge sensation in China and even in Asia.

Later, Future Technology, in collaboration with Zheng Huaiping's project team, developed a set of intelligent holographic equipment, which complemented the Bai family's game company perfectly.

Holographic games, in a true sense, can no longer be considered simple games.

This is an epoch-making product and a milestone in the long journey of human technological development.

The price of holographic gaming devices is unimaginably high, and ordinary families simply cannot afford them. The motion-sensing and interactive devices alone may cost a family several months' income.

There are some minor issues with the helmet chips now. They're not fatal, but they're still a headache and a real hassle.

The study was brightly lit, and a tall bookcase surrounded almost three of the four walls, with a faint smell of ink and paper in the air.

Shen Yan sat at his desk, his long, slender fingers tapping on the keyboard for a while, then he turned the monitor around so Bai Xiao could see it.

The person opposite the large desk was scanning the documents and emails on the screen at a glance, when Shen Yan's deep voice rang in their ears.

"Domestic lithography technology is hampered, and the existing nanoimprint technology has a short template lifespan and is difficult to control. Our current chips are indeed struggling to handle the complex and massive databases of the holographic world."

Bai Xiao's family was in the game industry, so she immediately understood.

Simply put, it's not a problem with the company or the chip manufacturer; it's just a matter of limited hardware, and it has little to do with batch pass rates.

From a national perspective, their current chips are already top-of-the-line. However, the database of the holographic world is frighteningly large. Every NPC is just like a real person, possessing all the memories of every time the player freely chats with them, and can seamlessly continue chatting at any time.

Or the patterns on the asphalt road are clearly visible.

That's a completely different world.

Therefore, current chips cannot handle it, or rather, they can only barely manage it.

Perhaps no one could have imagined that technology would develop so fast that even chips can't keep up.

Bai Xiao clicked his tongue in annoyance. "The internet is a mess, and the stock market has hit its daily limit down for two days in a row. Otherwise, I would just ban their accounts. It's so annoying."

He still has the same operating procedures he used when he was a top star ten years ago. They're incredibly smooth, and he was invincible back then.

However, the entertainment industry is different from the business industry. In the entertainment industry, someone might just mutter a few words about a celebrity on a forum and delete the comment, but in the business world, such behavior would cause consumer backlash, which would have a real impact on stock prices.

"Do not care."

In contrast, Shen Yan appeared much calmer, the blue light from the screen casting a cold glow on his face. "When the technology reaches a bottleneck, the government will step in."

In less than ten years, Future Technology has firmly established itself at the top of the industry. Their holographic technology also represents the country's technological strength in some aspects. Having reached this point, they do not need to prove themselves, just like the saying goes.

If I am powerful, great scholars will naturally come to debate the classics for me.

Bai Xiao seemed to have been persuaded, and stopped obsessing over the issue of public opinion online.

After finishing our work discussion, he had other things he wanted to ask.

For example, the person who was hired by the company a few days ago, Bai Xiao went to the company yesterday only to find out that the person had already resigned.

So he subtly inquired about where the company's new female secretary had gone, pretending not to know.

The sound of keyboard typing started again, not too fast, and from Bai Xiao's angle, she had no idea what Shen Yan was doing.

The man was also wearing a blue-gray turtleneck sweater at home. The oversized sweater and soft texture looked comfortable and warm, but Shen Yan's eyes and brows were always like unmelting ice, cold and devoid of any warmth, and his whole aura was exceptionally cold.

Sometimes Bai Xiao really wondered if Shen Yan had been possessed by alien high technology at some point. He seemed to have never cried or laughed in all these years, just like a robot.

...No, Professor Zheng's androids look more like real people when they smile than Shen Yan does.

Modern robots and androids are all trying their best to imitate human expressions, striving for lifelike realism. If Shen Yan were among them, he would definitely be a substandard product.

"I don't want this to happen again."

Shen Yan's tone was as low and calm as ever.

Bai Xiao stopped pretending and simply crossed her legs and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't you think she looks a lot like Sister Xie? Can you really bear to do this?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan's gaze slowly shifted from the screen. Two seconds later, he seemed to stiffly tug at the corners of his mouth, forming an almost imperceptible arc, the strange meaning of which vanished in an instant.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Bai Xiao continued, "...Or is it that you can't see clearly again? By the way, how was your trip to the sanatorium last month?"

Shen Yan withdrew his gaze, his expression once again cold and aloof, and did not answer.

Talking to Bai Xiao was like punching cotton. If anyone else dared to treat him like that, he would have pinched them hard with two fingers, and they would scream and wouldn't let go.

However, given that rank matters, and considering Shen Yan's illness, Bai Xiao took it as pity and didn't pursue the matter further.

When Shen Yan's condition was serious, he didn't even recognize Zhou Panpan when he saw her. He wouldn't recognize her if she changed her clothes. What could we expect from her?

Even if Sister Xie came back now and stood in front of Shen Yan, he probably wouldn't recognize her.

Ugh.

It's really pitiful.

******

Starway has been enjoying great success lately.

They sold the remake rights overseas for a high price, their artists won several awards, and the TV series and movies they invested in became hits one after another, making them a fortune.

The company atmosphere has improved a lot recently. President Gu comes to work every day with a smile and doesn't yell at people anymore.

The man in the suit and tie had a smile in his eyes, exuding a dashing and debonair charm. No one in the company had ever seen President Gu show such an expression before.

It seems the company has really made a lot of money lately.

When the receptionist saw that Mr. Gu was about to leave, she immediately lowered her head, afraid of being noticed and fired.

But President Gu simply hummed a tune as he walked past her without even glancing at her.

Xie Qingyu was naturally in a good mood.

He sped home, excitedly shouting at the door, "Sis, I'm home!!"

She was carrying large and small shopping bags filled with lipsticks, perfumes, dresses, luxury goods, and so on. It was obvious who she was buying them for.

However, Xie Yan wasn't particularly surprised.

She was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with a 300-pound pig under her feet.

Yes.

Live pigs.

A big, fat pig that's pink, tender, and smells delicious.

Who the hell would have thought that Xie Qingyu was a domineering CEO outside, but raised pigs at home!

Xie Qingyu found Xie Yan's disdainful look incredibly endearing. He chuckled and placed the pile of luxury goods on the sofa. "These are gifts I bought for you. Praise me!"

Xie Yan opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

She's been praising him to death these past few days.

Sometimes she even felt that the pigs sleeping at her feet were quieter and more peaceful than Xie Qingyu.

"...Okay, I'll praise you, you're so filial."

Xie Yan didn't want to say anything when she saw that Barbie pink gradient lipstick.

Oh, there's another one. This lipstick even changes color.

so good.

There's a certain aesthetic to it, like having too much money to burn.

Xie Yan accepted the gift perfunctorily, then prepared to get up, stepping on the pig without even waking it up.

That's why there's a saying that goes something like "sleeping like a dead pig." And indeed, when a pig falls asleep, it's practically the same as if it were dead; you can't wake it up even if you grab its big ears and shout.

Seeing that Xie Yan had accidentally stepped on the pig's foot, Xie Qingyu felt quite sorry for the pig and squatted down to look at it, but the pig didn't even wake up.

"Sweetie, let Daddy see if it hurts? Oh, oh, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt~ Daddy's sweet daughter~~"

Xie Yan nearly stumbled and fell to her death.

She turned around with respect, looking at the harmonious scene of the human and the pig.

Wait a minute, you're the pig's father, so what am I?

The pig's aunt?

Xie Yan fell silent.

The pig's name is Xiaohua. Xie Qingyu said that he bought the miniature pig two years ago because he was too lonely.

The seller told him it was a pet pig that wouldn't grow very big, weighing at most a few dozen kilograms, about the size of a medium-sized dog, so Xie Qingyu was tempted.

The pig reminded him of when he was a child, helping his grandmother cut pig feed and feed the pigs back in his hometown; it still felt quite familiar.

And then...

The more I raise them, the closer they become to me.

Xiao Hua seems no different from the pigs in the pigsty back home.

It successfully grew to over 300 pounds.

Xie Qingyu got up in the middle of the night and saw Xiaohua, so he wanted to go out and cut pig feed.

Tried and tried.

He was actually very grateful that Xiaohua was a sow weighing only 300 jin (150 kg), while a boar would probably weigh more than 400 jin (200 kg).

People should know how to be content.

Contentment is always happy.

Although Xiao Hua is no longer suitable to be raised as a miniature pig, Xie Qingyu couldn't bear to send it away to be slaughtered for meat since he had raised it from a piglet, so he continued to raise it.

Anyway, the villa is big enough for pigs to roam around.

The nanny finished preparing four dishes and a soup and then left. Xie Yan was eating the delicious food when she suddenly became a little distracted.

"Could you help me find someone? Her name is Yang Huiyun, and she is the mother of my first identity in this world. I haven't been able to find her since I came back this time."

Recently, his appetite has increased significantly. The man, who was shoveling rice into his mouth from a large bowl, choked on his food. He quickly drank a couple of sips of water to clear his throat. "Surname Yang? Does he look quite kind and have a slender build? Does he own some hotel properties in Jianghai?"

Xie Yan's eyes immediately lit up, "Yes! You know him?"

"Not really an acquaintance."

Xie Qingyu suddenly frowned, hesitated for a while, and then spoke.

“Shen Yan has an aunt surnamed Yang who lives in Beicheng. I heard they have known each other for many years. She should be the person you are looking for.”

Xie Yan was taken aback, but before she could speak, she was interrupted.

"Are you thinking of going to see Aunt Yang? But she lives very close to Shen Yan, I don't want that..."

He didn't want Xie Yan to have any further entanglement with Shen Yan.

Xie Qingyu only recently learned that Xie Yan almost went to work at Shen Yan's company. He almost choked on his breath and nearly passed out. Fortunately, she has already resigned. Judging from the situation, Shen Yan probably didn't recognize her.

Xie Yan actually knew his thoughts and concerns.

However, people always live for something.

Perhaps it's a family member, or perhaps a lover.

Perhaps it's because the weather is nice today, or perhaps it's because the flowers smell so good, but I'm in a great mood.

In fact, Xie Yan was Yang Huiyun's daughter for only a short time, about half a year at most.

Six months is practically nothing at this age, when I'm about to turn sixty.

But Xie Yan will not forget.

Yang Huiyun is a very good cook.

Yang Huiyun would comb her hair and braid it every morning.

Yang Huiyun would take her to buy pretty clothes, and she would be very happy as long as she was dressed up beautifully.

Yang Huiyun's hands are very warm.

Those warm hands had set up a small stall, prayed to Buddha, and sold steamed buns in the bitter cold of winter for her.

Yang Huiyun would touch her little face and gently call her Yan Yan.

On the eve of the surgery, she would secretly wipe away her tears and turn to tell her that she would make dumplings for her when she got home.

Xie Yan knew that she had only stolen a moment of unforgettable maternal love by occupying that little girl's body.

However, she still longed for it.

Even if, like ten years ago, Yang Huiyun only treated her as a stranger and called her "Xiao Xie".

As long as she remembers, that's fine.