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

The recent data breach scandal has come to an end, and matters such as assigning responsibility are now the responsibility of government departments, while other departments are regrouping and performing their respective duties.

The Future Group is still bustling with people every day, with employees in all departments working non-stop. Various KPIs are in place, and there are no slackers who can get in here.

Several new interns have joined the marketing department, all graduates of prestigious universities, including Zou Yating.

New employees typically have a three-month probationary period. The senior employees are lukewarm towards the newcomers, as there is a high turnover rate among interns, and every year some new employees who cannot handle the pressure leave voluntarily.

After a few days, the new recruits were indeed overwhelmed by the enormous workload and overtime. They gathered together, sighing and wondering if they would ever be able to become permanent employees.

Compared to their dejected state, Zou Yating was much sweeter. From the moment she arrived, she was exceptionally considerate, ordering milk tea and buying pastries for the older colleagues in the office, and they've already become quite familiar with each other.

Sipping her milk tea, she asked a long-time employee, "Why haven't I seen General Manager Shen come to work these past few days?"

"That's normal. Sometimes Mr. Shen won't come for a month or two. He's very mysterious."

Hearing this, Zou Yating was somewhat surprised, "Then who will manage the company?"

"It's President Bai." This President Bai naturally refers to Bai Xiao. He's okay to manage things occasionally, but his words are too sharp. He's so sharp that he could poison himself if he licked his lips. So, the company's employees don't like being managed by President Bai. In comparison, President Shen is much better.

Zou Yating nodded, then asked President Shen, seemingly out of curiosity, if he had a girlfriend. The veteran employee honestly replied that he didn't know, he had never seen her.

Just as the two were gossiping, the glass door to the break room opened, and Zhou Panpan, dressed smartly and neatly, stood in the doorway with a furrowed brow. "The company isn't a place for you to chat. If you want to chat, go home. Sun Ping, have you submitted your research report yet? Are you just idly chatting?"

The elderly employee named Sun Ping immediately left dejectedly, and Zou Yating followed closely behind with her head down.

The young lady is flexible and adaptable, and not everyone knows who her father is, so let's just wait and see.

Zhou Panpan watched the two slink back to their workstations with a blank expression, but her mind wandered a bit. She felt like a strict head teacher in her middle school days, and she was scolded for secretly talking in class back then.

Time is not forgiving.

At noon, Zhou Panpan planned to eat at the company cafeteria. When she arrived, the cafeteria was quite crowded, and the technicians from the research institute were also eating there.

Cui Nan greeted her politely, and then they all shared a table and sat down together.

"Luckily, we applied for the patent in advance, otherwise we would have really suffered a big setback."

"Yes, there's nowhere to cry."

They were obviously talking about the chip data from before. Zhou Panpan didn't know much about their technical work, so she casually asked how the progress was.

Cui Nan said, "It's almost over, we're in the final stages. If all goes well, it should be finished by the end of this month."

The end means the project is completely over. The next step is mass production, market launch, and then waiting for market judgment.

Zhou Panpan said "Oh," and then Cui Nan and Xie Yan would stop coming here.

Thinking of this, she glanced around, "Why hasn't Xie Yan come to eat?"

"She took leave and hasn't come in this week."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Panpan did the math and realized, "Holy crap, that was right after Xie Yan asked me for Shen Yan's address!" Xie Yan had said that although she had been there, she hadn't remembered the exact address.

In addition, Shen Yan hadn't shown up for the past few days, and Zhou Panpan's thoughts suddenly drifted away.

After lunch, Zhou Panpan returned to her office, picked up her phone, and called Xie Yan. The call was answered after a couple of seconds. She breathed a sigh of relief, "Hello? Xie Yan—"

However, a deep male voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's me."

"...Mr. Shen?"

"Hmm, she's asleep. What's up?"

"..."

A few words burned Zhou Panpan's CPU dry. Although there were already some vague guesses, the shock of this truth being slapped in your face was indescribable.

She had witnessed Shen Yan reject countless women who threw themselves at him, but she never expected things to turn out like this after only a few days.

Thinking about it carefully, the root cause is probably that Xie Yan's face looks remarkably similar to what it did ten years ago...

Sigh, no wonder people say having this name brings bad luck. I wonder if Xie Yan knows she's being used as a substitute? Zhou Panpan was heartbroken. If only she hadn't given him the address that day!

However, she remained calm. "Cui Nan from the research institute said the project is almost finished. I wanted to ask her when she'll be back."

The warm afternoon sun streamed onto the floor. Shen Yan looked at the person napping beside him, his fingers gently stroking a strand of long hair. "...Finished so quickly?"

"Yes, this project is her life's work, so of course she has to be there for such a memorable moment. What do you think, Mr. Shen?"

"Oh, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yan lowered his eyelids and pulled the person next to him closer to his arms.

Xie Yan was half awake. She lazily asked who had called. Shen Yan said it was Zhou Panpan and also mentioned what Cui Nan had said.

"Looks like you're making pretty fast progress lately..." Xie Yan rolled over with her eyes closed, seemingly about to go back to sleep.

Seeing her like this, Shen Yan pursed his lips and asked, "Don't you have anything to say?" For example, if she wanted to go back to work, he would actually agree.

Xie Yan asked, "What do you want to hear?"

She felt a tickle on her face halfway through her sentence, closed her eyes, and precisely grabbed Shen Yan's hand. "Never mind, let me use the computer for a bit."

Xie Yan sat up abruptly in bed, grabbed Shen Yan's phone and computer, and started typing away rapidly after connecting them.

She sat leaning against the headboard, her eyes behind her glasses clear and calm. The computer screen reflected a faint blue light on her lenses. Her long hair was gathered behind her ears, her profile was delicate yet aloof, and her fingers on the keyboard were fair and slender.

"Alright." She handed him the black phone, a wicked smile playing on her lips as Shen Yan feigned confusion. "I installed a virus. From now on, every time your money arrives in your account, I'll steal it."

Although Shen Yan didn't understand why she suddenly brought this up, he didn't react in any special way. "Just tell me what you want, and I can give it to you openly. I can even give you shares."

"...This is pointless." Xie Yan turned her gaze away. "Actually, what I installed on you wasn't a virus, but a tracking program I wrote myself. I can see wherever you are."

Shen Yan:?

Xie Yan: "If you don't get proper treatment while I'm away and run around causing your condition to worsen, I'll lock you up, and you won't even be able to get out of bed."

Her unexpected move, "Reversing the Heavenly Gang," completely baffled Shen Yan. He visibly froze, a rare look of confusion on his face, which delighted Xie Yan. "I have this app on my phone too, so you can check my location anytime, OK?"

“…Hmm.” Shen Yan looked at the red and blue dots overlapping on his phone screen, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly. It seemed that something was filling his long-empty heart, perhaps it was a sense of security.

"Then it's settled. I'll go to work tomorrow?"

Shen Yan hugged her, burying his face in Xie Yan's neck like a clingy, large plush toy, and murmured, "Mmm."