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

The unassuming black sedan cruised through the bustling streets, its interior completely silent.

Xiao He, the administrative secretary who rarely accompanies her boss on field trips, sat in the passenger seat in a sharp suit, feeling immense pressure.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but his boss, who was already known for his unpredictable temper, had recently become completely gloomy, leaving him feeling uneasy every day at work.

The buzzing of a cell phone broke the silence; the person in the back row answered the call and gave a low "hmm" twice.

The call was from Yang Huiyun. Business has been booming at the shop lately, and she's been a bit overwhelmed. "I'll stay at the shop tonight. You need to eat well, Xiao Yan. Don't just work all day long."

"Ah."

"You sound unhappy. Have you been under a lot of work pressure lately? Maybe I should..."

"It's alright, I have a social engagement later, Auntie, you go ahead with your work."

Xiao He swore that this was the longest sentence he had heard his boss say in the past few days.

Seeing his boss hang up the phone in the rearview mirror, Xiao He took a deep breath. "Mr. Shen, there's still an hour before the banquet starts. I've booked a stylist, would you like to...?"

Shen Yan closed his eyes to rest, not even lifting his eyelids. "Let's go take a look around the developer's place first, and then go straight there."

This answer was expected. Xiao He had gotten used to his boss's crazy work style, as if he wanted to fill every minute of his time. He was glad that he was just an administrator, otherwise he would have died of overtime sooner or later if he worked such high intensity overtime every day.

Another day for working like cattle and horses is another day of working overtime until past midnight.

I won't go into the details of what happened, but all Xiao He knows is that when he and the driver dropped his boss off at home, he was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. When he turned around, he saw that the driver's eyes were already closed, and he looked even more miserable than Xiao He.

......

As soon as Shen Yan got out of the car, he gripped the brace tightly in his hand, ignoring the excruciating pain in his knee, and walked steadily step by step with a calm expression.

The lights were off, so naturally no one was waiting for him to come home. The huge house looked like a dark abyss, extremely cold.

He closed the door behind him, but then heard a woman's voice from the entrance hall, "Why are you only coming back now?"

Shen Yan paused, slowly turned his head, and saw a blurry figure leaning against the wall with arms crossed, tilting his head as if looking at him, but it was too dark to see the face clearly.

Seeing his silence, the man continued, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Shen Yan pursed his lips and remained silent. He knew he couldn't let himself be idle; he had just arrived home and was already hallucinating.

Xie Yan had been waiting here for quite a while, and her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. She watched as Shen Yan ignored her completely, walking straight past her without even turning on the lights.

Her brow furrowed, and she reached out and pushed the person onto the sofa. "You're not allowed to walk anymore. Sit down first."

She pushed him so hard that Shen Yan lost his balance and fell onto the sofa. He seemed to wake up from a dream, his pupils shrinking sharply. "How could you—"

"How did I end up in your house? Don't worry about it."

Xie Yan was about to turn on the light when her wrist was grabbed forcefully by Shen Yan, who said, "Don't turn on the light."

"Fine, it's fine if you don't want to open it." Xie Yan took a step back, intending to ask about his leg injury, but then she heard a low laugh suddenly echo in the empty room.

Shen Yan gripped Xie Yan's hand tightly, as if desperately clenching a kite string about to snap. His long-suppressed emotions finally erupted, and he laughed, "How dare you? You know perfectly well who I am, how dare you come here?"

Xie Yan assumed he was acting crazy, and casually touched his forehead with her other hand to check his temperature. It was rare to feel any warmth on Shen Yan's body. "Are you running a fever? Or have you been drinking?"

However, she did not hear the answer to the question. Instead, her hand was grabbed, and a force came, pulling Xie Yan down and pinning her against the back of the sofa, unable to move.

The moonlight streamed through the window, finally providing a sliver of light to see. Shen Yan, bathed in moonlight, his hair disheveled, had dark eyes filled with bloodshot veins, making him look like a beast about to go berserk.

"Weren't we getting along fine before? Why did you have to bring it all up?" His chest heaved violently. "Or are you even tired of seeing me?"

Xie Yan lowered her eyes. "It's not bothering."

"Look at me." A strong force gripped Xie Yan's chin, forcing her to meet those reddened eyes, the surging emotions within them chilling. "Didn't you ask me last time when I found you? I can tell you now."

"...was it the time you bit me in the storage room?"

"No, before that." Seeing Xie Yan's surprised look, Shen Yan sneered, "After you returned to Yunchuan, I installed cameras in my home, and I saw everything you did."

Xie Yan was stunned, speechless, "So early..."

“Yes.” The young man laughed heartily, his eyes red. “That’s just who I am. I’m sensitive and suspicious, I’m selfish and jealous, and my nature is hard to change. So Xie Yan, you shouldn’t have exposed me. Otherwise, we could still save some face for each other.”

After he finished speaking, he waited quietly for Xie Yan's reaction.

It could be anger, a cold and hurtful retort, or even a slap across the face—after all, it's not like Xie Yan hasn't slapped people before, and her slaps really hurt.

However, Xie Yan only sighed silently this time, as if what he said was unimportant. "Does your leg hurt? I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow. We really can't delay."

Shen Yan sneered, "Aren't you afraid I'll imprison you and prevent you from leaving? You know I'm perfectly capable of doing that."

Compared to when he was a poor student ten years ago, he can now not only lock himself at home, but he could also buy an entire island and raise Xie Yan on his own.

"Um, my face is a little itchy, let go of my hand so I can scratch it."

"..."

With her hands free, Xie Yan's first action was to hug Shen Yan tightly.

She buried her face in Shen Yan's chest and could feel that he was now a bit broader than he was ten years ago. Through his thin clothes, she could feel the scars left on his back from many years ago. The smell of tobacco and alcohol from social occasions lingered around her nose, mixed with the fragrance of soap, which was not unpleasant.

Xie Yan said softly, "I'm sorry."

These three words struck Shen Yan like a hammer blow, leaving him stiff and momentarily speechless.

Did he not explain himself clearly, or did Xie Yan not hear him? He clearly said he was going to lock Xie Yan up, so why is she reacting like this?

Neither of them spoke; they embraced silently in the darkness, as still as the moonlight.

After a long silence, Shen Yan's voice was hoarse, as if it contained grit, "Why did you do this to me?"

His voice was now deep and suppressed, reminding Xie Yan of the last time Shen Yan was drunk. He had acted like this, grabbing her and acting crazy, demanding that she return Xie Yan to him. He had always known that she was who she was.

“I’ll give Xie Yan back to you,” Xie Yan looked up, “but I have one condition.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan gently tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if recalling some beautiful memories. "I know, I can't cross your bottom line or break the law."

"No, this time I want you to cherish yourself."