Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

"Your brother is over in the lobby," Zhenzhen said. "The manager brought two people to check the surveillance footage, but don't worry, they shouldn't be able to find him."

Wen Qing sat up straight: "Really?"

"He's very smart."

A slight smile appeared on Zhenzhen's lips, tinged with admiration.

"After returning to the lobby, he told the manager that he had been on duty at the bar the whole time and knew nothing. Ah Jie also testified for him, saying that he had not left his post except to go to the restroom in the middle of the shift. The surveillance cameras in that corridor were broken, and there was no footage to prove that he had left the bar for more than ten minutes. The manager asked a couple of questions and then stopped asking them."

Warmth puts your mind at ease.

After the two left the lounge, Wen Fan told her to hide in the changing room while he went back to the lobby.

After all, if he shows any signs of guilt or deliberate avoidance, he will be targeted instead. It would be better for him to return to the lobby openly and have his colleagues help him verify his whereabouts, so that he will not be suspected.

"Can I go out now?" Wenqing asked.

"No," Zhenzhen answered crisply. "If you go out now, it'll be like telling everyone you came out of there. There are still people left by that young master Gu outside, sitting in the booth watching. Wait a bit longer, I'll call you when things calm down."

She nodded gently and obediently.

After saying that, Zhenzhen left, and the door closed again.

The locker room fell silent again.

Wen Qing rubbed the bruise on her wrist again; the bruise had turned a deep purple and was dull and painful to the touch.

She looked down for a moment, then pulled her sleeve down to cover herself.

The comments are still scrolling.

Compared to her previous rage, the comments section is a little calmer now, but those who were cursing her haven't stopped. They've just gone from hysterical roars to sarcastic and cynical remarks.

[Is my little sister still hiding in the locker room? What a coward!]

[After hitting someone, all you do is hide. Where did your earlier bravado go?]

Is it possible that she didn't actually smash the object, and you've been blaming the wrong person all this time?

Here we go again, the whitewashing army is at it again.

[This isn't about whitewashing, it's about stating the facts. Gu Qin's head wound was clearly caused by a blunt object. How much force could his sister, a heart patient, have exerted?]

The explosive power a person can unleash in a crisis is terrifying. Haven't you seen news reports of mothers lifting a car with their bare hands to save their children?

That's adrenaline. How much adrenaline can her heart produce? Too much and she'll collapse first.

[Stop arguing! It's so annoying! I just want to know how Wen Fan is doing now. He's the biggest victim, okay?]

Wen Fan returned to the hall and acted as if nothing had happened; he has a very strong mentality.

It's not that I have strong mental fortitude, it's that I'm used to handling everything on my own.

After that comment floated by, the comment section was quiet for a few seconds.

Wenqing stared at the comment and thought to herself, "That's so accurate."

She didn't know how long she had been waiting.

There were no windows in the locker room, so it was impossible to tell what the sky was like outside.

The time on her phone showed that it was past 10 p.m. She turned the phone screen off and on again, repeating this dozens of times, until she finally heard footsteps again.

The door opened, and Zhenzhen stood in front, followed by someone.

The man was still wearing the bar's black vest uniform, with a section of his white shirt cuff peeking out from under the vest. It was a little wrinkled, but overall he didn't look disheveled.

He stood in the corridor behind Zhenzhen, the overhead light casting a small shadow between his eyebrows and eyes.

"elder brother."

Warmth and surprises rise up.

Wen Fan walked in from behind Zhenzhen. He raised his hand, first supporting her shoulder, then moving down her arm to squeeze her wrist, and then turning her hand over to look at her palm.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Wen Qing shook her head, then looked him over. "How about you? Did that manager give you any trouble?"

Wen Fan only relaxed his tense shoulders slightly after confirming that she was unharmed.

He released her wrist, sat down on the low stool next to her, and his voice returned to its usual gentle tone.

"They found nothing. The manager and his team watched the security footage for about half an hour, reviewing the lobby, bar, and corridors one by one. They noted down the employee numbers of several people, but they didn't contact me. Later..."

He frowned, as if he himself felt something was amiss.

"Later, the manager received a phone call," Zhenzhen continued, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, looking somewhat confused. "After he came back, he was like a completely different person. He said he wouldn't investigate anymore, and told everyone to go home. In the end, even the police didn't come."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Fan.

Wen Fan shook his head slightly, indicating that he was also unaware of the details.

"I heard it from Ah Jie."

Zhenzhen lowered her voice, adopting that half-mysterious, half-excited tone characteristic of gossip.

"He eavesdropped for a few minutes outside the manager's office and heard that the young master Gu had woken up in the hospital. His men were going to call the police, but Gu Qin himself said, 'I'm not going to investigate anymore.' His men didn't want to end it like that, but they couldn't go against his wishes."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing and Wen Fan exchanged bewildered glances.

This turn of events came too suddenly, without any warning.

Wen Qing glanced at Wen Fan quickly.

Wen Fan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes drooping, his expression quiet, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Brother, don't overthink it," Wen Qing reached out and touched Wen Fan's arm. "Since they said they won't investigate anymore, it's a good thing for us. Let's just consider tonight's events over."

Wen Fan raised his eyes, looked at her for two seconds, and nodded.

But there was a very faint, barely perceptible shadow in his eyes, like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface of water.

He suppressed it and didn't let anyone see it.