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

"Brother, have you put it in yet?"

It's playing now.

"I hope nothing bad will happen. I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid, hold on tight, it'll be over soon."

"Then aim more accurately."

Lin Jianshen aligned the light bulb with the slot and slowly screwed it in.

Then he crouched down and jumped off the chair.

Unexpectedly, the light bulb in Xia Tingwan's room was indeed broken.

There's no ladder at home.

To change the light bulb, you have to stack two chairs together.

Lin Jianshen's legs were already a bit weak, and the chair was wobbling.

Xia Tingwan, holding onto a chair below, looked up at him, her face full of nervousness.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened, and Lin Jianshen successfully changed the light bulb.

Xia Tingwan clapped her hands encouragingly, "Brother, you're amazing!"

"New Year's Day is just around the corner, and it also coincides with the school anniversary celebration. The school is going to hold a party in the gymnasium. Do you want to come with me?"

Lin Jianshen thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Xia Tingwan happily hugged him: "Yay!"

Monday is three days later.

Xia Tingwan arrived at the student council.

In the office, Ning Yi and Yu Jiuxiong were both sprawled on the sofa playing on their phones.

Upon seeing her enter, the two of them sat up straight at the same time.

"Xia?" Ning Yi put down his phone. "What's up?"

Xia Tingwan asked, "Could you find me two good seats at the New Year's Eve party?"

Ning Yi looked troubled: "Don't each class have assigned seats?"

He and Yu Jiuxiong both joined the student union as officers—to make it easier for them to compete for the student union president later.

In fact, given their family backgrounds, it wouldn't be something to be proud of if they actually became student council presidents.

But these two arch-rivals were so focused on their rivalry that they didn't care about anything else.

Although they were just staff members, they provided all the milk tea and snacks for every student council meeting.

Whenever sponsorship is needed, they simply give money without the student council having to go door-to-door to each merchant.

The generous funding has made the student union arrogant—they choose the best materials for banners, consider roll-up banners too low-class, and go straight for acrylic sheets.

Therefore, although these two "gods of wealth" are just doing the work, their words carry more weight than the student council president's.

Xia Tingwan said, "I want to bring someone with me, and I want to sit with him."

"Oh," Ning Yi nodded, "A friend from outside of school?"

He subtly revealed a hint of difficulty: "This is not easy. It's true that there are plenty of seats in the gymnasium, but this is a school-wide event, and there are a lot of participants."

"The alumni association members will also be coming."

He first explained the difficulties, then changed the subject: "But since it was Xia who asked, I have to find a way to help you."

Yu Jiuxiong glanced at him from the side.

Damn it.

I absolutely cannot lose to you.

He cleared his throat: "Xia, it's okay, I'll find you two good seats."

Xia Tingwan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"The alumni representatives are all seated in good seats," Yu Jiuxiong said. "I'll arrange for you to sit there."

"What about the people who were originally going to attend the party?"

Yu Jiuxiong waved his hand: "Don't worry, everyone in the alumni association has started working and doesn't have that much time. Many people don't come every year."

Even if they really want to come, he can use his money to keep them away.

In that case, wouldn't this unattainable beauty have to thank him?

Xia Tingwan indeed showed a grateful expression: "Then thank you."

Ning Yi chimed in from the side, "Who are you going to bring?"

Xia Tingwan replied matter-of-factly, "My boyfriend."

Yu Jiuxiong and Ning Yi exchanged a glance.

The expression on their faces froze at the same time.

Then they both gave a wry smile.

After Xia Tingwan left, Ning Yi leaned back on the sofa, looking at Yu Jiuxiong with schadenfreude.

"I heard she was having a fight with her boyfriend, but it seems they've made up. What a waste of my time."

Yu Jiuxiong stared blankly at the ceiling: "Helping others achieve their goals is a good thing. Look at your narrow-mindedness."

Ning Yi mercilessly exposed him: "Then stop making that toothache face."

Yu Jiuxiong ignored him.

After a while, Yu Jiuxiong suddenly stood up, walked to the door, and locked it from the inside.

He walked back and sat down again, lowering his voice: "Xia Mingcheng will probably need a kidney transplant."

Ning Yi's expression changed slightly.

The usual process involves waiting for a matching organ, which can take anywhere from three to five years to a lifetime.

Given Xia Mingcheng's condition, he simply cannot afford to wait.

On the surface, the Xia family are businessmen, engaged in art auctions and bulk commodity trading.

Often, ordinary paintings and calligraphy will sell for exorbitant prices at auctions and be bought by some uninformed merchants.

Subsequently, those businessmen's companies won bids at certain bidding meetings by a narrow margin.

This way of playing has been going on for many years.

Yu Jiuxiong and Ning Yi both understood.

Simply put, the Xia family are political brokers, and their business is converting power into cash.

There are two types of Go stones: black and white.

On the Xia family's chessboard, two kinds of chess pieces were intertwined.

Xia Mingcheng's father, Xia Wenshan, would definitely take the conventional route first.

If one approach doesn't work, try another.

Ning Yi said, "Actually, I've heard some things from my family too."

He looked at Yu Jiuxiong: "Do you think Xia Mingcheng will recover after a kidney transplant?"

Yu Jiuxiong pondered and said, "The Xia family is not large, and he is the only son of the Xia family. Uncle Xia will definitely use all resources to treat him."

"So it's not entirely without a chance, let's wait and see."

"I do hope he can get better. Donghai is quite nice, much more comfortable than the capital."

Ning Yi, however, wore a bitter expression: "But I can't feel at ease."

Yu Jiuxiong looked at him and raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

"My family has arranged for my uncle to come to Donghai," Ning Yi said with a look of utter despair, "to keep an eye on me."

"Oh?"

"He has no principles and is extremely selfish." Ning Yi slumped onto the sofa. "I've never liked him."

Yu Jiuxiong scoffed, "If you hadn't been having such a wild time in Beijing, would your family have sent someone to remind you to be mindful of your image?"

Ning Yi rolled his eyes.

The New Year's Eve party started soon.

Even though I knew Xia Tingwan was bringing her boyfriend.

But Yu Jiuxiong did not break his promise or give her a perfunctory answer.

The two seats given to her were excellent locations.

Right in the middle of the two rows behind the leaders.

Lin Jianshen was wearing a black knitted sweater, khaki pants, and black sneakers today.

He casually ruffled his hair.

He has a youthful, teenage boy vibe.

After all, there is a six-year age difference between him and Xia Tingwan, so he deliberately acted a little younger.

When Lin Jianshen arrived at the school gate, he saw Xia Tingwan waiting for him.

She wore a black turtleneck sweater, the fitted design highlighting her slender waistline.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing a clean and delicate face.

He seemed more mature than usual.

The two smiled at each other, understanding each other's feelings, and walked hand in hand into the stadium.

Tunghai University has many talented people, and the gala was very exciting.

The opening dance was a folk dance, with a dozen girls dressed in long skirts with flowing sleeves gracefully entering from both sides of the stage.

As the stage lights gradually brightened, spotlights shone on them, their flowing sleeves billowing like clouds, their skirts swirling like lotus blossoms.

The music was melodious, and the dance steps were light and graceful.

The two of them tightened their grip on each other's hands.

They all thought of the dance Xia Tingwan performed for him during the summer after she was admitted to university.

After that, they watched the moon set in a somber mood from the shore.

I've witnessed the struggle of the setting sun at sea.

I've seen swallows nestled together.

I have heard the ocean's lament.

Looking back now, it's all sweet memories.