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

Chapter 171 Transition Chapter

On the top floor of the hospital, the single ward is spacious and bright, with the room mainly in beige. The bed is soft and comfortable, and fresh lilies are placed on the bedside table, with a fresh and pleasant fragrance.

The quiet and comfortable environment gradually calmed Yang Huiyun down, and she began to feel a little regretful.

It wasn't a big deal. I could have gone home after getting the IV drip. It was just a minor cold. Why did I need to stay in a VIP ward?

Yang Huiyun sat on the edge of the bed, looking somewhat lost at the young man on the sofa. "Xiao Yan, can we cancel this ward? I was just saying that in a fit of anger. Actually, I don't need to be hospitalized at all."

"It's okay. Since you're here, why not get a full physical exam? I've already made an appointment."

Upon hearing this, Yang Huiyun sighed, "Sigh, what a mess this has made..."

If she had known it would turn out like this, she would have preferred to buy some medicine at the store in the morning and not come back, so as not to interfere with Xiao Yan's work.

As people get older, they are always afraid of causing trouble for others, and Yang Huiyun is no exception.

Because she was afraid of causing trouble, she always refused Shen Yan's invitation for doctors to come to her home for a check-up. She thought it was too much. Unexpectedly, this time when she went to the hospital for a check-up, she encountered a few gossipy people who would pick on her sore spots.

Thinking of this, Yang Huiyun felt a pang of sadness. She didn't care how much money Xiao Yan could earn outside; she only cared whether Xiao Yan's leg still hurt.

"Should you get a follow-up check-up? Has your leg started hurting again lately because of the rainy weather?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yan shook his head slightly.

Looking at Yang Huiyun's gray hair and the worry in her eyes, he felt a warmth in his heart.

"Don't worry, Aunt Yang, it doesn't hurt."

Over the years, it's less about him taking care of Yang Huiyun and more about them supporting each other.

An elderly woman may not be able to do anything great, but it's enough that she's there.

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The rain had just stopped, and the sky seemed to have been washed clean, revealing a clear blue.

The air is filled with the scent of damp earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass and leaves. Every breath is cool and refreshing, as if it can sweep away the stale air in your chest.

The atmosphere at work was unusual today. Cui Nan led her team members to a mysterious research base early in the morning.

The new chip has passed various internal tests and is ready for application testing. The CEO of Future Technology agreed to the request a few days ago, and today they are moving to a new location.

As soon as they got on the bus, someone noticed something was wrong.

Luo Dandan looked left and right, frowned, and asked, "Team Leader Cui, where's Xie Yan? Is she in another car?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Nan replied, "She said she wasn't feeling well today and asked me for leave, so she won't be going."

"What? She's not going?"

Now, besides Luo Dandan, the others in the car were also surprised. "How could she not go?"

"She's a key member of the project..."

The buzzing of the group annoyed Cui Nan, so she slammed on the gas pedal. "Alright! You're all PhDs, can't you do without Xiao Xie? Go and get to work! Stop thinking about him!"

Once the team leader unleashed his power, everyone else immediately wilted and turned to their phones to chat with the leader.

Meanwhile, Xie Yan was breathing a sigh of relief at successfully avoiding her workplace today.

Xie Yan felt uneasy when Director Huang suggested using holographic equipment from the future for testing at the last dinner party; she never expected this day to come so soon.

She sat in the empty office, staring blankly at her right hand.

The bite mark on my palm has long since healed, leaving no trace, as if what happened in the hotel storeroom was just a dream.

During dinner that day, Shen Yan seemed no different from any other person, and was even very popular with some of her colleagues, who said he was handsome, rich, and generous, practically a male god.

This left Xie Yan feeling quite bewildered. Ever since she arrived in this world ten years in the future, it seemed that every time she saw Shen Yan, he was in a different state, but none of them were the familiar faces she knew. This made her feel uncertain, or rather, a little uneasy.

That day, Shen Yan suddenly asked her if she was going to pretend she didn't know him, which almost gave her a heart attack, as she thought she had given herself away.

On the bright side, perhaps Shen Yan didn't remember anything about that time in the storage room after he regained consciousness.

But in any case, just to be on the safe side, she should stay away and avoid Shen Yan's territory as much as possible.

Just as Xie Yan was lost in thought, a female voice sounded from behind her, "Sister Xie Yan? Why didn't you go to the new research institute? I saw that they all went."

Xie Yan was startled and turned around abruptly to see a familiar face – it was Xie Yutong.

She wore a simple white top and jeans, with delicate features, and looked plain and harmless.

Memories flashed through her mind like a movie, and Xie Yan rubbed her temples wearily. "I don't feel well."

"Are you ok?"

Xie Yan didn't really want to talk, so she just casually replied, "It's nothing, just my period."

Hearing her say that, Xie Yutong looked relieved and then smiled and said, "Sister Xie Yan, then I'll treat you to dinner. The company cafeteria is closed today, so let's go out to eat. I've always wanted to have a meal with you, but I haven't had the chance before. Look, we both have the surname Xie, what a coincidence!"

"..."

It's quite a coincidence. Xie Yan still remembers the days when Xie Yutong was called Wen Yutong. Back then, it was she who squeezed Xie Yan out of the Xie family and changed her surname. However, that Xie family wasn't a good place either, so Xie Yan wasn't too disappointed.

The memories are so vivid, they really affect my mood.

Although it's unclear whether Xie Yutong has truly reformed or not, Xie Yan had no obligation to continue playing along with her. After refusing several times, Xie Yutong finally left with regret.

Xie Yan sat for a few more minutes, then picked up her phone and went out.

It's lunchtime, and I'm really hungry.

The rain that had been falling for so long finally stopped today, and it's a rare treat to have such good weather.

Xie Yan strolled over to a small shop not far from her workplace, only to find that the shop was closed today.

Xie Yan was taken aback, wondering, "Didn't Yang Huiyun open for business today? Or did something happen?"

She walked closer and saw that the door was not locked, but ajar. After hesitating for two seconds, she pushed the door open and went in.

Most of the lights in the shop were off, but fortunately the shop was well-lit so it didn't feel too dim. The shop was empty except for some light coming out from the crack in the kitchen door. Xie Yan was about to go over and take a look when she saw a middle-aged man lift the curtain and come out.

The man looked to be in his fifties, holding a rag in his hand. His slightly aged face was expressionless until he saw Xie Yan and stopped in surprise.

Their eyes met, and Xie Yan asked, "Hello, is Aunt Yang here?"

Zhang Zhihong shook his head, glanced at Xie Yan, and replied, "She's sick and hospitalized; she's not here these past few days."

"Hospitalized?!" Xie Yan exclaimed in surprise. "What's wrong with her?"

"It's said to be a cold, but it's not serious."

Hearing this, Xie Yan finally felt relieved. "That's good, as long as it's nothing serious."

Seeing that Xie Yan seemed to be an acquaintance of Yang Huiyun, Zhang Zhihong stopped worrying and started wiping the table himself, his movements very efficient. "Young lady, you must be a relative of Huiyun. She's not here, so I'll make you a bowl of noodles. I won't charge you."

Zhang Zhihong was very outgoing and enthusiastic, acting like a small shop owner. He went into the kitchen to cook noodles without giving Xie Yan a chance to refuse.

Seeing this, Xie Yan had no other choice but to sit down and wait for her noodles.

Ten minutes later, the noodles were served. Each of the two had a bowl of clear soup noodles in front of them, with a poached egg on top. They looked very appetizing.

Before this, Xie Yan had heard Yang Huiyun mention that there was an uncle in the shop who helped her with her work, whose surname seemed to be Zhang. Obviously, this was the one. He did seem to be a very kind person.

The noodles tasted good, and Xie Yan looked up, about to say something in praise, but suddenly froze.

Although Zhang Zhihong is getting on in years, he has regular features and a standard, non-overweight figure. At his age, not being bald or overweight is already considered quite good. If he were in the market for twilight romances, he would definitely be in high demand.

"Uncle Zhang, haven't we met somewhere before? You look kind of familiar."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihong chuckled, "Then think carefully about where I've seen you before. I'm from out of town, are you from out of town too? Have you ever been to Jianghai?"

Rivers and seas.

Yang Huiyun's hometown.

Xie Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, then shook her head. "No, that's probably just my imagination."

"I guessed so, I have a very common face... By the way, little girl, I haven't asked your name yet, so I can tell Huiyun that you've been here."

"My name is Xie Yan."

As soon as she finished speaking, the scalding soup splashed everywhere. Xie Yan quickly dodged, only to see the poached egg in Zhang Zhihong's bowl smash into the bowl, splashing all the soup out.

Zhang Zhihong was also startled. "Oops, I didn't manage to hold onto your chopsticks properly. Did I burn you, girl? Quick, wipe yourself with a tissue!"

He pulled out a few tissues and handed them over, then quickly tidied his desk, looking embarrassed. "I'm so sorry you have a few drops on your clothes..."

"it's okay no problem."

Xie Yan wiped it lightly with a tissue and didn't care anymore. She had plenty of clothes and didn't need this one.

Zhang Zhihong, on the other hand, looked apologetic and insisted on adding two more eggs to Xie Yan's bowl, which made her both amused and exasperated.

After a while, the two finally got back to the topic. "Speaking of which, Xiao Xie, what kind of relative are you to Huiyun? I didn't hear her mention having any relatives here. In Beicheng, she only has Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan accompanied her when she was hospitalized this time. You just came to Beicheng recently?"

"Xiao Yan..."

Xie Yan paused between her lips and teeth with her chopsticks, and unconsciously repeated it in a low voice.

Shen Yan did an impeccable job in taking care of Yang Huiyun in her old age.

"I... I just know Aunt Yang, we're not relatives."