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

Xia Tingwan was standing outside the door.

She was wearing a beautiful black princess dress with delicate patterns on the hem.

She wore lace socks and patent leather shoes.

She also wore light makeup.

Zhong Ran was slightly taken aback, then asked, "Oh, Tingwan, are you here to see your brother?"

Xia Tingwan looked Zhong Ran up and down.

Zhong Ran has an extremely high level of beauty; it's the kind of sophisticated beauty that has been honed by time and is favored by the camera.

She has a slender figure and a composed demeanor.

Graduated from a prestigious university, they have neither lack of IQ nor EQ.

Standing here now, with a slightly tipsy languor, she is the perfect picture of a beautiful woman intoxicated.

Xia Tingwan suddenly felt that all her confidence had crumbled in that one look.

She seemed to have been outshone in everything.

Besides... loving him.

She bit the soft flesh inside her lower lip and said, "Sister Zhong Ran, I want to say a few words to my brother."

Zhong Ran stepped aside and said, "Why don't we come inside and talk? I'll add a chair in front of the coffee table."

Xia Tingwan shook her head: "No need, I'll just say a few words and then leave."

Zhong Ran nodded, turned around and called into the house, "Mr. Lin, your sister is looking for you."

She took a few steps back, retreating to the back of the living room, making it clear that she wouldn't eavesdrop.

Lin Jianshen walked to the door and asked with concern, "Why did you suddenly come over?"

He instinctively reached out to touch her hand to see if it was cold.

She stretched out her hand but then withdrew it: "It's gotten colder today. Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

Xia Tingwan did not answer.

She just stared at him for a few seconds.

Then suddenly she stood on tiptoe and hugged him tightly.

Lin Jianshen was slightly taken aback when he didn't expect her to make such a move.

Xia Tingwan leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I know you're not him."

Lin Jianshen froze, his mind buzzing.

"Please..." her voice trembled, "Never leave me."

"I have nothing, I only have you."

"Will you be my wife?"

She has used up all her tricks.

They even tried a fallback plan.

She was at her wit's end.

If she is a bird in the sky, then he is a hunter on the ground.

Their fates were intertwined, so his arrow was bound to pierce her chest.

It's either a sharp iron arrow or Cupid's magic arrow.

She had no choice but to take a gamble.

Lin Jianshen froze, without reacting.

An arrow shot out and pierced her chest.

Xia Tingwan heard the sound of her own heart breaking.

She lost her bet.

She remembered the wisteria vines at school.

A few days after he left that year, all the flowers withered.

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out that what Mom said was true.

She released her grip and took a step back.

I wish you happiness.

"I'll find a way to earn the million you want."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and rushed towards the elevator.

If she went any slower, she would lose control of her emotions and break down in tears.

Lin Jianshen stood there, unable to think for a moment; his mind was like a computer that had crashed.

The elevator doors have already closed.

Lin Jianshen's body suddenly trembled.

He turned around and said, "Sorry, Zhong Ran, I have to go."

Although Zhong Ran did not eavesdrop, she was a sensitive and perceptive person, just like Lin Jianshen.

She could tell that Xia Tingwan had said something.

She forced a smile: "Actually, in every respect, I'm more suitable than her."

"We're close in age and have similar professions, so we'll have things in common."

She thought of the pressure her father had put on the phone.

She lowered her eyes: "We can try dating."

What do you think?

This is already a straight shot.

The hardest thing to bear is the favor of a beautiful woman.

Lin Jianshen has never been good at refusing others.

So he took a coin out of his pocket.

"Miss Chung, when faced with something you can't decide, just leave it to fate."

"I'll take a gamble. If it works out, I'll go after her; if it doesn't, I'll stay."

Before Zhong Ran could speak, he placed the coin on his thumb and flicked it hard with his fingertip.

A soft, gentle "ding" sounded.

Under the track spotlight, the coin spun and flew into the air, its edge leaving a bright arc of light.

With a "smack," Lin Jianshen's right hand covered the back of his left hand.

Zhong Ran never expected him to make such a casual decision.

Both of their hearts were pounding.

He carefully moved his palm open a crack.

The light reflected from the numbers streamed through the gaps in their palms.

Lin Jianshen paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Zhong, the number side is the front."

He put the coin back into his pocket: "Since it is fate, I can only take my leave."

"Ms. Chung, in fact, I am not suitable for you in any way."

"You are a very outstanding person, and you will definitely find a suitable partner."

Zhong Ran looked at him, her expression slowly softening, and she put the mask back on.

That mask made up of 44 muscles.

"Mr. Lin, I wish you a long and happy marriage."

"Thank you." Lin Jianshen strode out.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

The room felt unusually empty, and that indescribable loneliness enveloped her once more.

Zhong Ran leaned weakly against the wall.

She suddenly felt very cold.

Sure enough, each layer of autumn rain brings a layer of chill.

The doorbell rang again.

Ding dong.

Zhong Ran was startled and looked up abruptly.

He went up and opened the door.

Lin Jianshen stood at the door: "I'm sorry, Miss Zhong, I was in such a hurry that I forgot my umbrella."

Zhong Ran forced a smile: "It's okay, let's go find her quickly, it's raining heavily outside."

Lin Jianshen picked up his umbrella and strode towards the elevator.

There are many obstacles ahead, like towering mountains.

But who cares?

Zhong Ran stood at the door, watching his retreating figure running wildly down the corridor before quickly disappearing around the corner.

At the elevator entrance, Xia Tingwan's usual umbrella lay on the ground.

There were fewer people on duty during the National Day holiday, and the cleaning staff hadn't laid out mats on the floor yet, so there was already a puddle of water on the clean floor.

Lin Jianshen bent down to pick up the umbrella, watching the elevator numbers jump up one by one.

I was surprised at how slowly the elevator went from the first floor to the 22nd floor.

Strangely, when Xia Tingwan said she knew he wasn't him, he only paused for a brief moment.

After learning everything, she made her choice.

Now, I'm in college, and I've met even more outstanding boys.

She remains committed to her choice.

So what's there to hesitate about?

He is her brother.

How can we let her lose?

Lin Jianshen, holding an umbrella, rushed into the rain.

Xia Tingwan was walking aimlessly forward, like a ghost wandering the world.

She was soaked to the bone, her clothes and hair clinging wetly to her body.

The rain washed her silhouette white, then turned it into a hopeless gray.

Like the little GG rustling in the wind on the telephone pole in the alley when Lin Jianshen first transmigrated here.

She was almost on the street, but she still hadn't come to her senses.

Visibility was poor due to the rain, and the driver did not see anyone on the roadside as the vehicle sped past.

A splash of water rose up.

"Bang!" Water splashed onto the umbrella.

A large black umbrella blocked the view, then stood overhead.

The rain on Xia Tingwan's head stopped.

She turned around in surprise and saw Lin Jianshen, who was still panting heavily.

He ran very fast, and his trouser legs were already wet up to his knees.

Needless to say, their shoes were definitely soaked.

"Idiot," he said, "In this pouring rain, don't you know to use an umbrella?"

Xia Tingwan looked at him, at his chest heaving as he ran, and at the umbrella he held above his head.

Tears welled up again.

"You bastard!" She lunged at him, pounding him with her fists. "Go find your Zhong Ran! Go ahead!"

Lin Jianshen held the umbrella in one hand and opened the other arm to pull her into his embrace.

"Wanwan."

"What!" she cried, gasping for breath.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Is what's true?"

"Just that one sentence: you have to be my wife."

"It's true."

"Wanwan."

"Um?"

"I love you too."