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

The room was dimly lit. Gu Qin sat on the sofa with his legs spread apart, one hand resting on the back of the sofa, an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

The stitches on his forehead had been removed, and the new skin was light pink, faintly visible at the edge of his hairline.

Wang An stood in front of him, his palms sweaty.

Half a month has passed.

For half a month, everything was peaceful. Gu Qin didn't cause trouble for anyone, and didn't even mention what happened that night to anyone.

Wang An once thought that the matter was over and done with.

It's perfectly reasonable that Young Master Gu doesn't want to make a fuss or mention the embarrassing incident of having his head cracked open.

He had almost convinced himself that he was safe.

But this afternoon, Gu Qin called and asked him to come over.

The tone of voice was unreadable, but it was precisely this lack of emotion that was most frightening.

The private room was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Click, click, click.

Gu Qin twirled the cigarette between his fingers, then looked up, his gaze sweeping from bottom to top across Wang An's face.

Do you know why I called you here?

Gu Qin spoke casually.

Wang An forced a smile.

"Brother Gu, how would I know if you didn't tell me..."

Gu Qin chuckled, then stood up and suddenly kicked Wang An in the stomach with such force that Wang An fell backward.

"Still not admitting it?" Gu Qin looked down at Wang An, who was curled up on the ground, his voice growing colder. "You dare to play tricks on me? You want to die, don't you?"

Wang An's face was as white as a sheet of paper, and his abdomen ached as if it had been twisted, but he couldn't care less about that.

"Brother Gu... Brother Gu, I was wrong!" Wang An scrambled to his knees, his forehead almost touching the ground, his voice trembling with tears. "I was bewitched! I was so stupid! That medicine wasn't for you; it was for Zhao Fan. Who knew you would drink it... I..."

Gu Qin looked at him expressionlessly.

"Brother Gu... Brother Gu, please forgive me this time..."

Wang An's forehead banged against the ground with a loud thud.

Gu Qin squatted down, grabbed Wang An's chin with one hand, and forced him to raise his head.

Wang An was forced to look up, his face covered in tears and snot, his lips trembling so he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Is that all?"

Gu Qin stared at him and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Wang An's pupils contracted sharply, and then he made a choice in an instant.

"It was that bartender!" His voice suddenly rose, as if he had grasped at a straw. "Brother Gu, the injury on your head, he did it! I took him in that night, and then you got into trouble. It must have been him!"

Gu Qin paused for a moment.

He slowly released Wang An's chin and stood up.

"A bartender?" he asked, his voice becoming very soft. "Which bartender?"

"It's that guy at the bar, the really good-looking one," Wang An hurriedly added, thinking his diversionary tactic had worked, "His surname is Wen, his name is Wen Fan, you glanced at him several times when you came into the bar that night..."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qin narrowed his eyes.

Seeing Gu Qin lower his eyes and fall into deep thought, Wang An thought he had temporarily escaped a disaster, but then he saw Gu Qin's gaze fall on him again, as if looking at trash, and his thin lips coldly utter a few words.

"Huang Yi, I don't want to see him in this city again."

Upon hearing this, Wang An's body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

……

a few days later.

Inside the bar, Wen Fan stood behind the bar counter, wiped the inside of the cocktail shaker with a towel, hung it back on the rack, then braced his hands on the edge of the bar counter and let out a long breath.

There weren't many guests tonight, and he had just finished mixing a round of drinks, so he could finally take a break.

He subconsciously glanced around the hall and found that Young Master Gu still hadn't arrived.

Realizing this, his tense muscles finally relaxed, and he belatedly felt a soreness.

More than half a month has passed since that night, and Young Master Gu has never come to the bar again.

That person kept their promise.

Although he still couldn't understand why that young master Gu said "we won't investigate anymore," it didn't fit his stereotype of that kind of spoiled brat.

But whatever the reason, it's a good thing for him not to investigate.

At least I won't be questioned by the police, I won't involve my sister, and I won't lose my job.

He had been thinking about resigning.

After that night, he opened the recruitment software several times, but closed it after flipping through a few pages.

The salary here is among the highest in the industry. Although the manager has a bad temper, he provides flexible scheduling. He can take care of his sister at home during the day and come to work at night, so the schedule can be staggered.

With the tips from the guests, the two of them were able to cover their living expenses completely and even save some money each month.

Quitting a job is easy, but finding a job with the same pay and flexible hours is extremely difficult.

He needs this money.

Just then, the bar suddenly became noisy.

Wen Fan raised his head.

A group of people walked in. The person at the front was wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket over a dark gray T-shirt, and jeans that hugged his long legs. He took big, casual strides, as if the whole bar was his living room.

His hair was a little shorter than the last time I saw him, revealing his full forehead and the scar that was no longer very noticeable.

His features remained sharp and assertive, with high brow bones, sharp corners of his eyes, and a half-smile playing on his lips.

It's him! ! !

Wen Fan's pupils contracted.

I had just thought about it when they arrived.

He was followed by three or four henchmen who were talking to him with grins, but he didn't seem to be listening.

His gaze then passed through the figures swaying on the dance floor and landed directly on Wen Fan.

His gaze was dark and unfathomable, like a beast eyeing its prey.

Wen Fan tensed up instantly, as if an invisible hand had grabbed the back of his neck.

The live chat exploded the moment Gu Qin entered the room.

[It's here! It's here! It's here! We've been waiting for half a month, and it's finally here!!!!]

[Gu Qin, you finally remembered you have a wife waiting for you at the bar!!!]

[This entrance is amazing!!! The black leather jacket, biker style, and that arrogant expression are just too much!!!]

He smiled!!! He smiled at Wen Fan!!! I'm totally smitten!!!

[That smile is so captivating! The domineering young master and his bartender wife!!!]

[“Man, you’ve successfully caught my attention” – Gu Qin Limited Edition]

Sisters, look at Wen Fan's reaction. He's obviously nervous; his shoulders are all tense.

How could I not be afraid? The last time we met, it was like that; anyone would be nervous.

[But it's precisely this feeling of fear yet inescapable fear that's so captivating! The tension is off the charts!!!]

[Gu Qin: You hit my head and you think you can run away? Wen Fan: Trembling.jpg]

The preceding summary was so insightful; that's exactly the feeling I wanted to convey.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Wen Qing was practicing drawing at home when Yu Guangli suddenly started flooding the screen with comments.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Gu Qin's name.

He went to the bar again. Was he going to find Wen Fan?