Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

Lin Jianshen put down his chopsticks and took a tissue to wipe his mouth: "Zhong Ran gave me a lot of guidance; I just went to chat with her."

Xia Tingwan said, "I noticed it when we were in the car; she seems to have a thing for you."

Lin Jianshen waved his hand: "You're overthinking it. She's just lonely, so she wants to find someone to talk to."

He stood up and said, "You should rest at home."

"If it's too late, I'll sleep at the company and come back tomorrow morning."

Lin Jianshen's clothes were a little wrinkled.

He went back to his bedroom and changed into a black casual suit shirt and black suit pants.

He took down the large black umbrella that was hanging on his bedroom door.

Before leaving, he added, "I had someone install broadband and WiFi at home while I was on leave the other day."

"The password is the last eight digits of your ID card."

"Girls in college all like to watch dramas. Don't stay up too late, you can watch them tomorrow morning... Staying up late will make you stupid."

The door was gently closed with a click.

Due to the holiday and heavy rain, it was difficult to hail a taxi, so Lin Jianshen increased the price twice.

Xia Tingwan stood by the window, watching Lin Jianshen fold up his umbrella and get into the car.

The white ride-hailing car disappeared into the rain, and she suddenly felt an emptiness in her heart.

Lin Jianshen leaned back in his car seat, thinking that rainy days were actually perfect for sitting in the car and listening to music.

The car has multiple speakers with a good surround sound effect.

The pattering of raindrops on the car body acted as a natural barrier, isolating it from all the noise of the street.

Such moments are particularly suitable for bringing out and carefully reflecting upon the unyielding love and hate hidden in one's heart, and the growing thoughts and desires.

Upon arriving at his destination, Lin Jianshen thanked the Didi driver and got out of the car with his umbrella.

They took the elevator to Zhong Ran's floor.

In this building, the higher the status of the person, the higher the floor they live on.

Because their time is more valuable, they need a quiet environment even more.

Lin Jianshen got off the elevator on the 22nd floor and shook the water off his umbrella in the corridor.

After a while, no more water droplets fell from the tip of the umbrella.

He walked up to Zhong Ran's door and knocked.

The door opened, and Lin Jianshen entered the house, placing his umbrella against the doorway without closing it.

Zhong Ran stood at the door, wearing a beige dress. Because it was a bit cold due to the rain, she had added a loose-fitting cardigan of the same color.

The neckline was slightly open, revealing a section of delicate collarbone.

She was wearing a pair of fluffy slippers, and through her flesh-colored stockings, you could see the red nail polish on her toenails.

Two small silver earrings dangled from her earlobes, swaying gently as she tilted her head.

She closed the door and smiled, "It's okay, everyone else has gone home, I'm the only one here today."

"I'm not afraid of rumors spreading about me."

"If others insist on spreading it, then let them spread it."

Her subtext was, "If rumors about me and you spread, I wouldn't object."

Therefore, this statement, while seemingly just stating a fact, is actually full of ambiguity.

Lin Jianshen understood.

But he pretended he didn't understand.

Lin Jianshen straightened his shirt cuffs: "Rumors are hurtful, so we should try to avoid them as much as possible."

Because the previous statement wasn't a direct question, Zhong Ran had enough room to maneuver and wasn't embarrassed at the moment.

Zhong Ran said, "It's so nice of you to come and talk to me. Please come in and sit down."

Two single sofas and a small round glass coffee table are placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

Outside the window is the city on a rainy night, with the lights of thousands of homes blurred into hazy spots in the rain.

Zhong Ran gestured for him to sit down, and then sat down opposite him.

Her voice sounded tired: "My family has been putting pressure on me lately, saying that a girl should get married and have children so they can hold their grandchildren soon."

Lin Jianshen sighed: "Your family is too controlling."

She sighed, "Yes, they eat my food and use my things, but they never consider my feelings."

"I have nowhere to go home, and Xu Yan went out to play with her parents."

"I stayed in my dorm alone during the National Day holiday, and I didn't even have anyone to talk to."

Lin Jianshen said, "Once, I was standing at the company entrance after get off work, looking at the dazzling lights in the real estate development."

Suddenly I realized that none of these myriad lights belonged to me.

"I was sad for several days afterward, and I never looked at those properties at night again."

This is, of course, his past life experience.

Zhong Ran said, "Yes, that's the feeling."

"I've had a bad relationship with my family since I was a child, so I've always felt that the light in my house doesn't belong to me at all."

Lin Jianshen sighed along with her.

Both of them fell silent, and the sound of rain outside the window seemed exceptionally clear.

After a while, Zhong Ran spoke again: "Recently they've been asking me to go back and go on blind dates, but the people they're introducing are all the children of my distant relatives."

"Those people can't even find girlfriends, and they think that even though I'm dirty, I still have a fairly good-looking face and a lot of money in my bank account."

"So they asked their father to contact my parents and arrange a blind date for me."

Lin Jianshen said, "Hot-selling commemorative coins are so hard to get that they're practically impossible to buy; it's the inferior coins that need to be marketed."

Zhong Ran said, "That analogy is quite interesting. My parents are very concerned about saving face in front of relatives, so they keep putting pressure on me."

"I'm really tired, so I'm thinking I might as well find a boyfriend."

"It's good to put an end to their hopes. They'll have someone to lean on when they're sad, at least someone to talk to when things are like this."

This statement is another hint.

Because Lin Jianshen was chatting with her at that moment.

Zhong Ran has extremely high emotional intelligence, and unknowingly, ambiguity once again permeates the air.

Lin Jianshen began to display his low emotional intelligence, smiling and saying, "Finding a boyfriend is a big deal, you'd better carefully consider the other person."

"At least our economic conditions shouldn't be too much different from yours."

Zhong Ran pursed her lips, her small earrings swaying gently: "It's okay, I have plenty of money."

Lin Jianshen said, "One should be more cautious about important matters in life."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhong Ran suddenly asked, "We've been chatting for a while, and I'm a little thirsty. How about a drink?"

When a girl brings up the topic of drinking in a private space with only the two of them, the meaning is self-evident.

Lin Jianshen touched his nose and said, "I haven't drunk alcohol for a long time. How about I have a couple of drinks with you instead of alcohol?"

Zhong Ran looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

This person is truly a stubborn rock.

But it is precisely this kind of stubborn rock that makes people feel reliable.

Zhong Ran got up and poured him a glass of water, and poured herself a glass of wine.

The two sat facing each other in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and gently clinked their glasses.

A crisp sound.

Zhong Ran stopped dwelling on the topic and instead shared with him the acting techniques she had learned over many years in the industry.

It explains how to engage facial muscles and how to adjust the eyes, eyebrows, and corners of the mouth to different states under different emotions.

Lin Jianshen listened very attentively.

Zhong Ran spoke gently, taking a sip of wine when her mouth got dry.

Before she knew it, she had drunk more than half a glass. Her cheeks flushed slightly, her voice became softer, and her eyes held a dreamy, gentle light.

Just as she was about to change the subject, someone rang the doorbell outside.

Zhong Ran stood up: "Strange, I didn't order takeout. Who could it be so late?"