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

Back at the villa, Xia Tingwan finished washing up and lay down on the bed in a silk nightgown to sleep.

My heart was racing, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Holding the big dog plush toy that the housekeeper just bought was no use.

She didn't fall into a light sleep until 3 a.m.

I thought I would sleep for a long time, at least until noon.

But she was soon awakened by a nightmare.

When I woke up and checked the time, it was just 4:15.

She was covered in cold sweat.

My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest.

She got up to pour herself a glass of water, but tripped over the big dog plush toy under the bed and almost fell.

Fortunately, I have good balance; after stumbling a couple of steps, I managed to regain my balance.

Xia Tingwan walked barefoot on the carpet woven from small wool, drank a glass of cold water, and felt the palpitations in her heart gradually subside.

Only then did I realize that my nightgown, soaked with cold sweat, was sticking to my body and felt extremely uncomfortable.

She took off her pajamas and threw them into the laundry basket, then changed into something clean.

The maid will come and collect the dirty clothes tomorrow.

After arriving at the Xia family, she truly began to live the life of a pampered young lady.

Xia Yunlu was clearly enjoying herself, but Xia Tingwan did not feel happy.

She sat down on the moon chair on the balcony.

While gently rocking, she tried to recall what happened in her dream.

But I couldn't recall the specific scene; I could only remember the heart palpitations I felt in the dream.

She knew that the scene that made her heart flutter must be related to Lin Jianshen.

I hope he will be alright.

Once she has finished dealing with matters concerning the Xia family.

Looking at the dark night in the distance, Xia Tingwan recalled that sleepless early morning.

He hummed softly, "At four in the morning, I saw that the crabapple blossoms were still awake."

After her heart palpitations completely subsided, she tried to go back to sleep, hoping to see him in her dreams.

If only I could hug him, even just in my dreams, how wonderful that would be.

Unfortunately, lying in bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Actually, falling asleep is useless, because she doesn't have the ability to continue her dream.

The past is like this dream.

No matter how lush the grass and how beautiful the flowers, they will eventually fall.

She simply got up, found paper and pen, and wrote down her thoughts:

I always think of you, and I think of that day when I first tied my hair up so you could see my beauty.

I always think of you, and of that afternoon when I couldn't help but call you "brother" to let you know that you are not alone.

I always think of you, and of that old rented room filled with blooming roses, like my heart blossoming before you.

I always think of you, of that rainy night when you held me in your arms and I kissed you, with a lone boat above us and the glittering Milky Way below.

I always think of you, and I think of that night when you sang, "Can we be together?"

I must hold you in my arms again, and never be separated from you again.

Xia Tingwan looked at the letter in front of her and put it in a book.

Letters are silent confessions and testimonies of time; where the ink is still wet, they express the heart's desires.

After thinking for a moment, she took the letter out again, created a document on the computer, and typed it in word by word.

After changing the file extension, I casually set a password.

Then tear the letter into pieces, throw it into the toilet, and flush it away.

The water splashed and the shredded paper spun and disappeared into the whirlpool.

She stood by the window, gazing outside, and whispered, "He'll receive my feelings, won't he?"

A gust of wind blew by, and the flowers, trees, and vines in the garden all nodded in unison.

It was as if he was answering her.

Xia Tingwan smiled.

When she woke up the next morning, her eyes were slightly puffy.

As she was leaving, a strange man greeted her: "Good morning, sister."

This man is one of the sons-in-law that Xia Wenshan has chosen for Xia Rou. He is currently in the evaluation stage, so he visits her very frequently.

Xia Tingwan stopped: "You're already calling me 'sister'? You're very confident in yourself?"

The young man was taken aback.

Xia Yunlu stood to the side with a gloating smile.

Xia Rou, who was eating, also shrank her neck.

She wanted to say something, but was afraid that Xia Tingwan would also criticize her, so she opened her mouth but no sound came out.

Xia Tingwan sighed, realizing she had been a bit harsh and sarcastic.

She apologized again, saying, "I'm sorry, I have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds lately."

"It wasn't directed at you, I hope you won't take it to heart."

The man's expression softened, and he quickly waved his hand, "It's alright, it's alright, I was a bit presumptuous."

Xia Tingwan called a driver and went to the sanatorium.

Putting aside all external factors, she quite enjoyed chatting with Grandpa Xia.

This old man has experienced many trials and tribulations and is very wise.

Xia Xueyi is still at the sanatorium.

After spending some time together, the two became quite familiar with each other.

Xia Tingwan greeted, "Second Uncle, where's Grandpa?"

Xia Xueyi said, "She's still asleep."

"To be honest, the old man is in good shape lately."

"If I didn't know his condition, I would have thought he was about to recover."

Xia Tingwan said, "That's all thanks to my second uncle's good care."

Xia Xueyi was quite pleased, and a smile appeared on his lips. He then remarked, "Indeed, the elderly should enjoy the pleasures of family life. A cheerful mood is good for their health."

"You also deserve a lot of credit."

"The doctor said that as long as he is in a good mood, he can maintain his current condition."

"Grandpa is a lucky man, he'll definitely be fine." Xia Tingwan sat down opposite him and casually asked, "Second Uncle, actually, my eldest sister has always been curious, why don't you have children?"

"Auntie is quite pretty. Your child will definitely be good-looking, and the Xia family might even have another son. Why choose to be childless?"

Xia Xueyi's face darkened, and his tone became somewhat gloomy: "I had a high fever when I was a child, and my health has been poor ever since."

"The inability to have children... may be related to this illness."

Xia Tingwan asked, "How could such a strange illness appear out of nowhere?"

"I hope there aren't any problems with this?"

In fact, Xia Xueyi had also thought about this issue, and he always felt that Xia Wenshan was the one who did it.

He was very smart when he was a child, and the youngest child in the family is often the most pampered.

The old man preferred him to Xia Wenshan.

Xia Ziqiang felt that Xia Wenshan was cunning and cold-hearted from a young age, unlike his younger son who was more humane.

But after a serious illness, everything changed.

He was slow-witted, had a poor memory, and was in poor health, and from then on, he became just another ordinary person.

Born into the Xia family, everything they ate, wore, and used was top-notch.

But these are all the most basic physiological needs.

People like them often pursue a sense of spiritual achievement.

But from then on, he could no longer find that sense of accomplishment from being praised by others.

He could only watch his brother's tall figure from afar, while he himself slowly became a mere background figure in the Xia family.

He often thought: whoever benefits the most is the one who made the move.

Therefore, Xia Xueyi believed that Xia Wenshan must have drugged him.

But he had no evidence, so he had no choice but to accept his fate.

After a long while, Xia Xueyi finally spoke with difficulty: "Perhaps there's a problem."

Xia Tingwan saw the unpredictable mood on his face and knew that her provocation had been successful.

But he might not have the guts to fight Xia Wenshan head-on.

Xia Tingwan did not expect that the seeds she planted would quickly take root and sprout.

Xia Xueyi wouldn't do anything he wasn't sure of.

He had endured so much for so many years, and of course he couldn't possibly fight a losing battle just because of Xia Tingwan's few words.

Xia Tingwan did this simply because she had learned Xia Wenshan's way of playing chess.

If you have time, leave a spare piece; it might come in handy someday.

There was a moment of silence between them.

Xia Tingwan then asked, "What about my brother? Was it because he had a serious illness when he was young that he... ended up like this?"

Xia Xueyi said, "He was born prematurely and has been in poor health since childhood. He also had a kidney transplant a little over a year ago."

Many people in the industry know about the kidney transplant.

Xia Tingwan has recently attended many banquets and has heard some things from other people.

So he didn't hide it.

Xia Tingwan suddenly said, "If my brother can get a kidney transplant, why not get Grandpa a heart transplant?"

"With a pillar of strength like Grandpa in charge, the Xia family will be as stable as Mount Tai."