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

The pace of development in this era is faster than Xie Yan could have imagined.

For her, it had only been a little over a month since she left Jianghai, but when she returned, the small bungalows on the street had been replaced by high-rise buildings, making people feel the passage of time at a glance.

Even the county where Xie Yan used to live has now been upgraded to a district. Due to its geographical location, it is now vigorously developing tourism and its economy is doing very well.

Jianghai City is thriving.

Xie Yan got into the car with Shen Yan, and she stared blankly at the towering buildings outside the window.

Suddenly her phone rang. Xie Yan looked at the screen and saw that the contact name was "Qingyu".

The car was too quiet. Xie Yan was afraid that Xie Qingyu might say something that didn't fit his persona and be overheard by Shen Yan, so she hung up immediately and sent a WeChat message asking what was wrong.

Even if Jianghai and Yunchuan City are relatively close, they are still at least 80 kilometers apart, which is beyond the range of brainwave communication. The two can only communicate by mobile phone.

Soon, Xie Qingyu sent a message.

[Sis, have you arrived yet? You're not with that guy, are you? Why aren't you answering your phone?]

Xie Yan, without even lifting her eyelids, started lying to the idiot: "We're not together, the hotel signal is bad."

"Oh, that's good. I mainly need your help with something at work..."

Xie Qingyu is about to break.

He could have happily spent the whole day watching anime, because he discovered that there are some anime series in this world that they don't have, and they're all pretty good.

For example, Xie Qingyu plans to binge-watch "The Attack of the Little Dwarfs", "Nekoyasha", "Detective Beibei", "Cat's Eye", and so on.

As a result, Gu Jinhua suddenly returned this morning, with a loving expression, saying she wanted to spend the holiday with him.

Then, as if by a favor, Xie Qingyu was transferred directly from his entertainment company to Gu's headquarters.

They said that Xie Qingyu had managed the company very well during this period, and they felt that he had fully possessed the qualities of a family heir.

Xie Qingyu just tied up Q!

His sister manages the company! He just shows up and signs a document!

He's like a useless emperor whose power is controlled by the Empress Dowager, who rules from behind the curtain. He holds the throne but does nothing; he really knows nothing! Please, have mercy!

However, Xie Qingyu was still forced to take on the heavy responsibility, and he put on a professional fake smile, pretending to be very happy.

Xie Qingyu simply couldn't understand those mountain-high reports from the Gu family.

Gu Laoliu asked me to write a summary and analysis report after reviewing the reports. I really can't understand it. Please, sister, you are the most gentle, beautiful, kind, and generous woman in the world...

Xie Yan could almost hear Xie Qingyu's tearful voice as he spoke so earnestly.

Xie Yan was speechless. Every time the brat needed her help, he would try to act cute.

I remember when we were little, Xie Qingyu was like that too, barefoot with snot running down his face, saying, "Sister, you're the most beautiful. Can I go to your room to play on the computer?"

Thinking of her childhood, Xie Yan couldn't help but chuckle softly, then lowered her head and continued sending messages.

The boy on the other side had also turned his gaze over at some point.

His calm, unwavering gaze quietly watched the girl beside him, her head bowed and a gentle smile on her face.

Outside the car window, the rain continued to fall and the sky was gloomy, but the girl seemed to be in a good mood, her eyebrows curved as she chatted with someone.

When Xie Yan smiles, her eyes almost squint into crescent moons, which looks very sweet.

Shen Yan looked at it for a few seconds, then looked out the window again at the gray sky.

After what seemed like an eternity, Xie Yan finally looked up from her phone screen.

The car stopped, but the surrounding environment startled Xie Yan.

Even after ten years, the place hasn't changed much.

This is where she used to live! That dilapidated building!

Xie Yan felt dizzy and her heart was pounding so hard it made her panic.

"Senior, we've arrived."

After Shen Yan finished speaking, he got out of the car and went with the driver to get the luggage from the trunk.

Xie Yan stood there dumbfounded, frantically tapping the system: [What the hell is going on? Why is Shen Yan staying here? Did he buy the house Yang Huiyun lived in ten years ago??]

The system finally replied after a long pause, "Hmm."

Having received a definite answer, Xie Yan felt her heart beating even faster.

Wait a minute, what's going on? Shen Yan's living conditions have improved now. Even if he stays in a hotel, it's a high-end hotel. He doesn't lack accommodation. Why would he buy this small house here?

Her mind was a complete mess, like a ball of yarn that had been played with by a cat. After getting out of the car, she composed herself and pretended to be somewhat surprised.

"Is your house here? Why did you decide to buy it here? It doesn't seem to be very close to the city center."

Although this area has now been designated as a district, it is still more than ten kilometers away from the city center and there is no subway. No matter how you look at it, no one would buy a house here.

Shen Yan held an umbrella in one hand and a suitcase in the other, his expression normal. "I lived here when I was a child and would come to visit occasionally. I hope you don't mind, senior."

How could Xie Yan possibly dislike it?

The rain was getting heavier and the temperature suddenly dropped. Xie Yan felt a bit cold in her legs while wearing a skirt.

After dismissing the driver, the two went straight upstairs.

There are hardly any families living in this building now; most people have moved away.

The hallway was dark, damp, cramped, and narrow, with a faint musty smell emanating from somewhere.

This building is really old.

Xie Yan followed behind Shen Yan, pretending that she didn't know the place, looking around here and there.

Shen Yan took out his key, opened the door, and then turned around and brought Xie Yan's suitcase in as well.

"Come in, senior, this is the place."

Xie Yan was stunned when she looked inside.

The room was furnished exactly as it was back then, just like she remembered. For a moment, she even wondered if she had traveled back in time.

But amidst the surprise, there was also a sense of relief.

Fortunately, she came along today. Otherwise, if she went to inquire about the landlord and found out Shen Yan's contact information, and rashly called to ask, she would have a hard time explaining herself.

A dust cover was laid on the sofa. Shen Yan went over and lifted the cover with ease, then took out a rag to wipe the table and coffee table and tidy up.

The movements were so practiced, as if they had done them countless times.

Xie Yan, now a guest, was seated on the sofa with a cup of hot water on the coffee table. She felt extremely uncomfortable and didn't know what to do.

Although I was upset when I was at Shen Yan's adoptive parents' house, at least there were many people around. We talked, watched TV, and ate, and the time seemed to pass by quickly.

Now Xie Yan has come here with Shen Yan. There are only the two of them in the house, and Shen Yan is busy doing things, leaving Xie Yan feeling a bit bored.

Finally, Shen Yan finished cleaning the room and found that it was already past five in the afternoon.

"Senior, all the restaurants around here have been demolished in the past few years, there aren't many shops left. I'll go out and buy some groceries so we can cook for ourselves."

Xie Yan immediately nodded and readily agreed.

She remembered there was a vegetable market not far from here, but she didn't know if it was still there.

She wanted to go grocery shopping with Shen Yan, but was refused.

"It's raining heavily outside, I can go by myself. Senior, you wait for me here, I'll be right back." With that, he picked up his umbrella and went out.

Xie Yan stared blankly at the closed door for a moment, then touched her nose.

Shen Yan really trusted her to leave a guest alone at home.

Since she had come back for a rare visit, Xie Yan got up and looked around the living room.

The TV cabinet and table were spotless, the tablecloth was the same color as when I was a child, and so were the artificial flower ornaments on the table.

Xie Yan pondered, "Could it be that Yang Huiyun didn't jump into the river afterward and continued to live here?"

[System, when did Shen Yan buy this room?]

The system went silent again.

It hasn't been very active lately, always quiet and not talkative.

Xie Yan teased it, "[Tongtong, baby~ pay attention to me, okay? I'll let you play games later, okay? I brought my computer! The specs are amazing!]"

After all, this trick always worked in the past.

Sure enough, the system sighed. [I bought it when I first went home; it was the first gift Shen Yan asked Gu Jinhua for after returning home.]

To be honest, Gu Jinhua didn't actually have a change of heart and bring Shen Yan back. It was simply because she was getting older and had achieved success in her career, so she started to believe in fate.

Gu Jinhua stumbled upon a fortune teller's nonsense, who said that he still had unresolved grievances that would affect his future accumulation of good karma. After thinking for a long time, Gu Jinhua finally slapped his forehead and remembered that many years ago, a woman seemed to have given birth to his child.

For the Gu family, raising a child is no different from raising a cat. Gu Jinhua originally planned to take the child home and raise him regardless of his condition.

He never expected that Shen Yan would be such a pleasant surprise, and that he would be so outstanding, which made Gu Jinhua feel proud.

So his mindset of keeping pets gradually shifted to cultivating a capable assistant for his eldest son, and his attitude towards Shen Yan became increasingly loving.

It wouldn't hurt to buy such an excellent child an old, dilapidated little house to appease him; it's a worthwhile deal.

Xie Yan was calculating in her mind that Shen Yan was eighteen years old this year, so the house was bought when she was fifteen, which is seven years after her death.

Did Yang Huiyun ever come back during those seven years?

Actually, Xie Yan has been avoiding this issue a bit; she's afraid of hearing bad news.

That gentle and silent woman poured all her love into her daughter. She moved here to help her daughter go to school so as to reduce her daughter's stress. It can be said that Yang Huiyun lived for her daughter.

Her daughter is her pillar of support.

Recalling the letter she had put in Yang Huiyun's bag before entering the operating room, Xie Yan suddenly felt uncertain. She should have written a few more words, anything would have been better.

Xie Yan didn't want her mother, whom she had waited two lifetimes for, to sink into the cold river and die in such a sad and desperate way.

Xie Yan couldn't figure it out in the end, just then she heard the door open and Shen Yan returned.

The windows were open for ventilation, while outside a fierce wind was blowing and raindrops were pounding on the ground, falling heavily and rapidly.

The weather at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn is just so unreasonable.

Although Shen Yan had brought an umbrella, he still got wet in the rain, especially since his light gray shirt turned dark gray where it was wet, which was quite noticeable.

His hair was wet, water was dripping from his fair chin, and the plastic bag he was carrying was completely soaked.

He looked both disheveled and pitiful.

He pursed his lips and smiled sheepishly, "The wind was too strong, the rain was blowing at an angle..."

Xie Yan quickly went over and took the large pile of vegetables from Shen Yan's hands, asking him to wipe them off so he wouldn't catch a cold.

She looked through the vegetables Shen Yan had bought, wondering what dish she could cook later.

Shen Yan went back to her room and quickly changed her clothes. She came out wearing a loose white sweatshirt, casually wiped her hair, and her face was fair and flawless. Her eyes were bright and piercing, like a fluffy little cat, clean and cute.

"Let me cook, senior. How can we let the guests cook?"

Xie Yan looked at the stubborn Shen Yan and chuckled, "Can you cook?"

"of course."

He carried the groceries into the kitchen with a gentle yet unyielding air. Xie Yan wanted to go in and help out, but her phone rang again.

Looking down, it was Xie Qingyu again.

Xie Yan frowned, glanced at Shen Yan's thin and frail back in the kitchen, then answered the phone, got up and walked to the window.

"Speak quickly, I'm busy."

Xie Qingyu on the other end of the line was not hurt at all by Xie Yan's perfunctory tone, because he now felt that no one could hurt him anymore.

Because it was already shattered beyond repair.

Today was his first time entering the Gu Group headquarters since he transmigrated. He didn't recognize many people, couldn't remember their names, and couldn't understand the reports. Meetings felt like listening to gibberish.

Gu Jinhua told him to start from the bottom at headquarters, rotating him every two weeks, ostensibly for training.

Xie Qingyu was on the verge of tears, "...Sister, not to be rude, but I'd call this special forces training, waaaaaah—"

What kind of lousy novel is this? Aren't domineering CEOs supposed to spend all their time in bars and nightclubs, playing games with the female lead? Why does this one feel so down-to-earth?!

Whose CEO works every day? They don't even let people rest during the National Day holiday?!

He'd rather learn math from Teacher Bai!!!

Xie Yan understood immediately.

Xie Qingyu has always been a homebody who doesn't like to go out and lacks exercise, so this is indeed an opportunity for him to get some exercise.

"Then you should train hard. I can't help you from a distance. Good luck."

"Sister, ahh ...

Just as Xie Yan was about to say a few more words of comfort, a noise came from the kitchen.

The bowl was accidentally broken and shattered on the ground, making a crisp sound that Xie Yan couldn't help but notice.

She hung up the phone immediately and rushed to the kitchen to check on him. "What's wrong, Shen Yan? Are you alright?"

The flames on the kitchen stove were blazing, and hot oil in the pot was splattering out. Shen Yan stood there helplessly, covering the back of his hand.

"It's nothing. I just got burned by some oil and accidentally dropped the bowl."

Xie Yan immediately looked at his hand, and fortunately, only the back of his hand was a little red, and there was nothing unusual.

"It's good that you're alright, you scared me."

She breathed a sigh of relief, then squatted down with Shen Yan to pick up the broken pieces on the ground.

The debris on the ground was mixed with cold water, clearly indicating that there had just been a bowl of water in it.

"You probably don't cook much, right? You can't pour water directly into a hot pan. Hot oil will splatter when it meets cold water. Be careful next time," Xie Yan explained carefully.

Shen Yan listened quietly, and finally nodded obediently, "I've got it. Senior sister knows so much."

His earnest little face was so serious that anyone who didn't know him would think he was memorizing some important points for the college entrance exam. He was incredibly well-behaved.

Xie Yan couldn't help but laugh at how cute it was. "It's just common sense. You'd know if you cooked often."

After cleaning up the mess on the floor, Xie Yan offered to cook, and this time Shen Yan did not refuse.

After a while, three dishes were served.

Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, vegetarian three delicacies, stir-fried shredded potatoes with sliced ​​meat.

Although Shen Yan doesn't usually stay here, the kitchen still has all the necessary seasonings, and Xie Yan's simple home-style dishes look incredibly appetizing.

Add two bowls of steaming hot rice, and it smells absolutely delicious.

Xie Yan wanted to call Shen Yan for dinner, but when she turned around, she found him casually lying on the sofa, already asleep.

He was fast asleep with his eyes closed, his bangs haphazardly hanging over his forehead, making his small face appear exceptionally fair and beautiful.

She looks like an angel even when she's asleep.

The neckline of his clothes was a bit too big and was also a little messy. Shen Yan turned his head to the side, and Xie Yan could vaguely see the scars that stretched from his shoulder to his chest. They were only a little bit visible, but they were very noticeable.

Xie Yan suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

I was a little reluctant to wake Shen Yan, but then I thought that he hadn't eaten much at noon, so he should at least eat something in the afternoon.

So she squatted down, gently patted Shen Yan's shoulder, her tone tender and her smile warm.

"Shen Yan, wake up, it's time to eat."