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

"Name."

"Gu Qingyu".

"gender."

"male."

Several people were seated in the reception room. Xie Qingyu sat upright on the sofa, while an investigator solemnly took notes. "What is your relationship with Xie Yan?"

"......friend."

The man across from me looked up. "You're living together, and you're just friends?"

"Yeah, just roommates." Xie Qingyu sighed helplessly after saying that.

The air freight documents for the sports car parts he ordered were returned immediately. Xie Qingyu immediately sensed something was wrong. Upon investigation, he discovered that he was now restricted from leaving the country, and it was likely that all his background had been thoroughly investigated.

Sure enough, not long after, someone came to investigate, but fortunately, the two people involved were still relatively mild-mannered.

How much do you know about Xie Yan's daily work?

Xie Qingyu was embarrassed. "I had absolutely no idea."

“Mr. Gu.” The other person suddenly closed their laptop and looked at him directly. “Actually, a few days ago you were also a key person we were observing. However, the case has developed new developments, and your suspicion has decreased. But we still need you to explain your asset transfer.”

Upon hearing this, Xie Qingyu nodded in understanding, and then calmly began to talk about his company's future plans, including things like asset transfers, all of which were ambitious goals to conquer Hollywood!

It's perfectly normal for an entertainment production company like his to want to go global and enter overseas markets. Buying real estate is for personal use and investment, while investing in hospitals and other institutions is simply for making money.

Merchants are profit-driven; making money is their top priority.

The investigators wrote down his words: "Would it be convenient for you to show me Xie Yan's room?"

"of course."

......

Xie Qingyu pulled back the curtains that had been closed for half a month, and the entire bedroom instantly became bright.

The room was spacious and cozy, but a bit messy. The blankets on the bed were made by Xie Qingyu a few days ago when he came in to clean, since Xie Yan never had the habit of folding blankets.

On the other side was a desk, with various documents and folders neatly arranged on it. Against the wall was a bookshelf filled with all kinds of professional books.

Two investigators picked up books from the table and began to flip through them. Suddenly, a light piece of paper fell to the ground. One of them quickly picked it up, saying, "Mr. Gu, please keep your valuables safe."

The man handed over a check. Xie Qingyu, who didn't care about the money, glanced at it indifferently, but his face stiffened.

He took the check and gripped it tightly. "May I ask how Xie Yan is doing now? Is she in your department?"

"I'm sorry I can't reveal the specifics, but you don't need to worry."

Xie Qingyu smiled and said, "Okay, thank you."

It was forty minutes later when the two uninvited guests were seen off.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Xie Qingyu, unable to concentrate on work, simply canceled two meetings and didn't even go to the office.

He sat on the sofa at home, and lying quietly on the coffee table was the check that had just fallen out of the book.

This is a blank check, with only someone's name signed on it.

His handwriting reflects his personality; his penmanship is sharp and his handwriting alone exudes a domineering and stubbornness.

Xie Qingyu stared at the check for more than ten minutes without moving, his mind a complete mess.

2222 tentatively asked, "Are you alright?"

After a long silence, Xie Qingyu finally asked, "Why did my sister put Shen Yan's check inside the book? What did she mean by that?"

Even the edges of the signature on the check were a bit blurry, as if someone had been touching it with their fingers and rubbing it off.

2222 Dangerous statement: [The blank check isn't being cashed out immediately but instead kept as a keepsake, which means your sister misses him, leaving a signature to remember him.]

"Bullshit!" the young man on the sofa shouted, as if his defenses had been broken. "Impossible! My sister was hurt so badly by that lunatic, how could she possibly miss him!"

However, is it possible that Jiang Yuanfeng was the one who wanted to kill her in the first place, and that this is part of the plot?

"Wasn't he the one who forced my sister to acknowledge him ten years ago? Wasn't he the one who locked my sister up? Wasn't he the one who set up my sister's location tracking? Wasn't all of this just part of the storyline?"

He thought that after ten years, those disgusting things wouldn't be so vivid anymore, but now, when he brought them up, each and every one of them was still so clear. Xie Qingyu became angrier and angrier as he spoke, "Because of him, my sister almost lost her life because she didn't have enough points! She almost lost her life!"

2222 remained silent. […Calm down, you've crippled him, that evens things out.]

"This isn't fair." He downed the glass of cold water in one gulp, his emotions gradually calming down. "Help me find out where Xie Yan is. I have a feeling she's not at the station."

[If you don't investigate, what if you impulsively try to kidnap her? I've already said she's doing very well.]

"I give up, I'm not that stupid." Xie Qingyu leaned back on the sofa and cursed twice, but his thoughts seemed to have already drifted far away.

It seems he has been neglecting one thing all along.

For him, he had truly lived in this world for ten years, and had genuinely grown from a reckless and naive boy into a mature adult. He could now analyze many things from the perspective of rational objectivity.

But Xie Yan is different. Her time jumps around. She seems to stay the same age all the time, and she can still waver because of her momentary emotions.

He's grown up, but his sister isn't.

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The curtains on the balcony were drawn tightly shut, the living room was dark with the lights off, and the television was broadcasting the evening news. A dignified female anchor was reporting on the city's annual GDP growth, which was welcomed by the people.

The screen's light cast flickering shadows on the face of the person reclining on the sofa. Xie Yan listened to the news with a bored expression, and suddenly seemed to understand how those concubines in the Cold Palace had gone mad.

Bored to the point of madness.

[Holy crap, what's wrong with you? You look like a lonely old man.]

Xie Yan, half-asleep, sat bolt upright as if on her deathbed. [Holy crap! System! You're finally online!]

Counting the time, it had been several months since she last contacted the system, and she thought the system would never appear again.

If it had a body, the system would probably scratch its head right now: "Long time no see! Did you move to a new place? Why is it so small? Are you short of money?"

It's a long story...

Xie Yan jumped up from the sofa and recounted everything that had happened over the past few months, like spilling beans: "...So I'm currently living here under house arrest, and it's been half a month now."

The system pondered for a moment. Although it wasn't a major problem, modern people could easily go crazy if they didn't have their phones or social media for half a month.

Out of sympathy, the system generously asked, "So, what can I do for you? Do you want me to create a Weibo account in your head to keep you updated? There's been a lot of celebrity gossip in this world lately."

[...Let's not use that for now. Is our previous dual-system communication still working? I want to let my brother know I'm safe.]

[Easy to say]