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

We arrived at the restaurant around 4 p.m.

It wasn't lunchtime yet, and the restaurant was empty.

The afternoon performances are at 6 p.m. and 8 p.m.

He requested the same private room from back then, ordered a few dishes, and patiently waited until six o'clock.

A servant, still dressed in ancient attire, stepped forward, tapped a small bell in his hand, and called out, "Music, begin."

The dancers filed in and began to dance to the music.

"I wandered through the cold mountains in a drunken stupor, and with a breath of cold air, the wind blew, and the wine spilled across the rivers and mountains."

"Looking up at the blue waters and misty clouds, sparrows gracefully descend to earth."

Lin Jianshen sat in his original spot, frowned, and patiently waited for them to finish dancing.

Then he pressed the bell on the table.

The waiter pushed open the door and came in: "Hello, customer, how can I help you?"

"Could you please ask the boss to come here?"

After not seeing him for several years, the boss's hair had turned completely white.

Lin Jianshen still remembers him, but he doesn't remember Lin Jianshen.

Lin Jianshen asked, "Wasn't it 'Zheng Feng Zi Jin' that you sang before?"

"What a great show! Why isn't it on today?"

The shopkeeper explained, "The dance you mentioned is outdated. What's popular now is imitating others' walks."

"Outdated?" Lin Jianshen was stunned.

The shopkeeper noticed that he had suddenly started to space out and asked with some concern, "Sir, are you alright?"

Lin Jianshen popped a mint into his mouth and asked, "Boss, a few years ago, my sister and I came here, and you got an autograph from her."

"It's signed with Ye Shuangyu's name, do you remember?"

The boss thought for a moment and said, "I remember that. That's a star I used to follow."

Lin Jianshen poured him a cup of tea: "Boss, please have a seat. May I take a moment to chat with you?"

"My sister was fostered by my family, so I don't really know much about her past."

"Doesn't she look remarkably like Ye Shuangyu?"

The boss sat down: "It's not a matter of whether they look alike or not; their features are practically identical."

"Except for the chin, which doesn't look right."

Lin Jianshen asked again, "But I searched online and couldn't find any information about Ye Shuangyu."

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said, "Ye Shuangyu must be a stage name. Just like Jackie Chan, he doesn't actually use that name."

"As for why there's no information about it online..."

He hesitated, as if he had some concerns.

Lin Jianshen said, "Boss, please speak freely. I will definitely not tell anyone else."

"When my sister is free another day, I'll have her come over and sign a few more autographs for you."

The boss said, "This is a long story. I'll just get to the point. I'm not talking badly about your family behind their backs."

"Understood, understood."

"When Ms. Ye first became famous, she was embroiled in a scandal, with rumors that she had become the mistress of a big shot in Beijing."

"Soon, the scandal, along with Ms. Ye's various online entries and posters, disappeared."

Lin Jianshen said, "In that case, the rumor might very well be true."

The boss nodded: "Who says otherwise? Actually, some of our longtime fans don't believe Ms. Ye would be a mistress."

"She's so beautiful and sings so well. I heard all the guys who pursue her are rich young men. Why would she want to be a mistress?"

"But that was all over twenty years ago. With the rise of the internet, new things are constantly emerging, and celebrities and internet personalities are popping up one after another. Soon, no one even mentions this person anymore."

Lin Jianshen murmured, "It seems they want to socially kill her."

"I can't find her songs anymore," the shop owner said with some regret. "But her voice was truly beautiful, simply heavenly."

Lin Jianshen said, "Could I see that poster? I'd like to take a picture of it."

The shop owner said, "Since you're family, of course we can."

This poster is well-preserved.

Lin Jianshen saw Xia Tingwan's handwriting again.

He took a picture and then asked, "Boss, can we have an extra show today?"

"Let's dance the old dance, 'Zheng Feng · Zi Jin'."

Fearing the boss wouldn't agree, he added, "I'll pay more."

Of course, a business owner wouldn't turn down money, the boss nodded.

At 10 p.m., the actors performed an extra show.

Lin Jianshen finally heard that song again.

"Green are your robes, deep is my longing. Though I do not go to you, will you not send me a message?"

"Green are your jade pendants, deep is my longing. Though I do not go to you, will you not come to me?"

"Looking around, reaching out, at the city gate!"

"A day apart feels like three months!"

The owner sat in his private box and said, "Actually, there's a lot of turnover among dancers; many have already come and gone."

"They didn't dance as well as the previous group, but they weren't bad either."

"Mr. Lin, are you satisfied?"

No one answered.

The boss turned his head and found that Lin Jianshen was already in tears.

After a long while, Lin Jianshen composed himself and went out.

Sitting in the car, he turned on the reading light and began to think.

Gu Qingyin was a singer when she was young.

She might be like Xia Tingwan, someone who's obsessed with romance.

She fell in love with a man like a moth drawn to a flame.

Little did they know that the man was actually married.

She unknowingly became the other woman.

Celebrities are always prone to causing public opinion problems.

After the incident was exposed, Xia Tingwan's father used his resources to suppress everything related to her in order to protect his own reputation.

Heartbroken, Gu Qingyin went to the East Sea and gave birth to Xia Tingwan.

After raising her to adulthood, he hanged himself.

So there's actually another question.

She has raised Xia Tingwan for so long, and all indications suggest that she loves this daughter very much.

Why let your daughter live under someone else's roof?

One possibility is that she never got over the heartbreak and took her own life.

There is another possibility: she had to die for some reason.

Lin Jianshen will assume the worst about human nature for now.

If she didn't actually want to die, then who would let her die so naturally?

It's very likely Sun Hao.

Sun Hao has managed to get close to Xia's father and has such cunning.

Wait... Gu Qingyin died when Xia Tingwan was nine years old.

It seems that Sun Hao rose to prominence from that time onward.

Could it be that Sun Hao won over Xia's father by secretly killing Gu Qingyin?

Lin Jianshen went through this line of thought again, and the more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became.

Because the timing matches up, this line of thinking is very likely correct!

If that's the case, then he has another reason to kill Sun Hao.

He and Xia Tingwan were already bound by fate; Xia Tingwan's mother was his mother-in-law.

Xia Tingwan's grudge is his grudge.

This grudge will be avenged!

Lin Jianshen turned off the reading light, and with the light gone, his face disappeared into the darkness.

He started the car.

He needs to conserve his energy and focus on doing his current tasks well—securing a big deal like Ye Xiangwen's.

This will be the final straw that breaks Li Shiqi's back.

If things have already come to this point, and Sun Jian still can't handle Li Shiqi.

He wouldn't be in his current position then.

Of course, if he really can't handle it, Lin Jianshen will step in.

Lin Jianshen returned home, lay on his bed, and forced himself not to think about Xia Tingwan.

He needs to get enough rest so that his thinking won't sluggish.