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

Wen Qing had previously considered having Wen Fan resign directly.

The bar is where all the storylines begin. If Wen Fan can leave there, it will be equivalent to severing all ties between him and those men at the root.

She had already prepared what she was going to say in her mind.

"Brother, that job is too hard. You should find another one."

"Brother, I don't like you working at a bar."

"Brother, we can save up the money slowly, your health is the most important thing."

Then she realized she couldn't speak.

Those words went from my mind to my lips, but were abruptly cut off by something just before they were about to come out.

She tried it no less than ten times during that period, and each time the result was the same.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but they automatically muted themselves, not even a whisper could be uttered.

Not only that, she also tried sending messages, but the words she typed all disappeared before her eyes.

At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind—the power of the plot.

The plot stopped her.

She succeeded the first two times, perhaps only because she disrupted a single plot point.

Resigning is different; resigning is like flipping the whole table.

That unseen force could tolerate her poking a few holes in the tablecloth, but if she wanted to pull the tablecloth off completely, all the tableware would break.

So it pressed down on her hand.

Realizing this, she didn't try again.

The live chat was still buzzing with discussion about Gu Qin and Wen Fan's scenes together, with a few comments occasionally mentioning her.

Where's my sister? Why is she so quiet tonight?

Don't mention her, what if she shows up again and causes trouble?

[It's best for her to stay quiet and not mess with my CP.]

[Sister, please stay home and don't get in the way!]

As Wen Qing looked at the comments, she suddenly had a strange feeling—they were watching her.

The way those comments mentioned her was as if a group of people were discussing the person on a monitor while watching it.

She hadn't paid much attention to the existence of bullet comments before, treating them merely as an information channel and a means of entertainment. But now, for the first time, she felt that these words floating in the air were not just bullet comments; they were countless pairs of eyes.

Countless eyes from another world were watching her all the time.

What's even more terrifying is that after those comments were posted, she found that she couldn't move.

She seemed to be nailed to the sofa; she could see, hear, and think, but was deprived of the ability to move.

The comments section remained silent, their attention drawn to Gu Qin and Wen Fan, leaving only a few scattered comments watching her.

Wenqing sat on the sofa, a thin layer of cold sweat seeping from her back.

She thought she could continue to act freely, and that as long as she was bold enough and quick enough, she could uncover the entire plot of the book.

But what happened today told her that she had been too naive.

So she was warned.

A new wave of excitement suddenly surged in the comments section, and the number of comments that were still focused on her decreased sharply as they were all drawn to her.

Wenqing could almost feel the "eyes" that were watching her move away in an instant.

Then she tried moving her fingers and found that she could move them.

She stood up, stretched her stiff wrists, and took two steps to confirm that her mobility had fully recovered.

But her heart sank.

......

Inside the bar, the manager walked over from the side, holding a drinks menu, and handed it to Wen Fan across the bar counter.

"Wen Fan, this was ordered from room 203. Please deliver it there."

Wen Fan paused slightly as he took the order.

He looked up at the manager and said, "Manager, I still have a few drinks that aren't finished. Could you perhaps let Ah Jie..."

"Just go if I tell you to. Why ask so many questions?"

"Remember, the guest in the private room is important; don't neglect him."

The manager sounded very impatient, and after speaking, he turned and left.

An important guest?

Wen Fan's gaze sharpened, and she wondered uneasily, "Could it be that young master Gu?"

Despite his reluctance, he still had to go.

Wen Fan took a deep breath, bent down and took out a few bottles of beer and a bottle of whiskey from the freezer, placed them on a tray, and then put a few clean glasses on top.

The lights in the corridor were dimmer than in the lobby, and the dark red carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps. The doors to the private rooms on both sides were tightly closed, and occasionally, muffled laughter and music could be heard from behind one of the doors.

Room 203 is at the end of the corridor; the room number is in gold lettering, reflecting a cold light under the spotlights.

Wen Fan paused at the door for a moment, then knocked.

Then a lazy "Come in" came from inside, and his heart skipped a beat. He then composed himself and pushed open the door.

The lighting in the private room was warm, and the sofa was large, arranged in a circle.

Some drinks and fruit platters were already laid out on the coffee table, and there was a faint smell of smoke and men's cologne in the air.

Gu Qin sat in the middle of the sofa, still wearing the same black leather jacket. He had taken off his jacket and draped it over the back of the sofa, leaving him only in a dark gray T-shirt with the neckline slightly open, revealing a thin silver chain on his collarbone.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke rising in thin wisps. Behind the smoke, his eyes were half-closed as he looked toward the door through the thin wisp of white smoke.

The moment he saw Wen Fan, the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

Wen Fan controlled his breathing rate, carried the tray inside, and bent down slightly to place the wine and glasses one by one on the coffee table.

His movements were very light and steady; the wine glass landed on the glass table without making a sound.

"Guest, your wine is ready. Please enjoy."

He straightened up, turned around, and prepared to leave.

A long leg suddenly stretched out, a black boot blocking his way, the toe almost touching Wen Fan's knee.

Wen Fan was forced to stop, his body leaning slightly forward due to inertia, almost touching that leg.

"Go where?" Gu Qin's voice came from behind, his tone lazy. "I haven't even told you to leave yet."

At this point, the comments section erupted in a frenzy.

[Aaaaaaah! He's sticking out his leg to block someone!!! What an old-school domineering CEO scene!!!]

[Gu Qin, how can you be so good at this?! Did you attend a CEO training course?!?!]

[I've taken a screenshot of the sentence, "I haven't even told you to leave yet!"]

[You're so good! You're so good! Mr. Gu, you're my god!]

[I felt so sorry for Wen Fan when he froze in that moment, but we also shipped him so well!]

Wen Fan stopped.

He turned around, maintaining the professional expression expected of a bartender, his eyes slightly lowered to avoid direct eye contact with the customer, and said in as calm a voice as possible, "Is there anything else you require, sir?"

Gu Qin did not speak immediately.

He looked at Wen Fan's face, which appeared even softer and more delicate under the warm lighting of the private room. Her eyelashes cast faint shadows under her eyes, her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips were pursed and slightly dry.

Then he leaned back, draped one arm over the back of the sofa, and flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table with the tip of his other finger.

He gestured with his chin toward the empty seat opposite him on the sofa, a casual and matter-of-fact movement.

"Sit down and have a drink with me, how about it?"

Wen Fan's gaze fell on the sofa, then returned, without moving.

Gu Qin was waiting for this reaction.

He smiled, reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of banknotes, casually counting out about ten. The red hundred-yuan bills fluttered between his fingers like a red fan.

With a flick of his wrist, he slapped the money onto the coffee table and pushed it in front of Wen Fan. The action wasn't rough, but the sense of charity in his gesture was so strong it almost overflowed from the paper.

"This is your tip."

His tone was slow, with a hint of malice.

Wen Fan looked at the stack of banknotes.

It was bright red, reflecting the unique glossy sheen of new banknotes under the light.

There were about ten of them, totaling more than a thousand yuan.

Enough to buy my sister a few boxes of better medicine, enough to take her out for a hot pot meal she's been talking about for so long, enough to put into that savings box labeled "surgery fee," so that the number gets a little closer to the goal.

His eyes trembled.

The comments section was now a complete mess.

He hesitated!!! Wen Fan hesitated!!!

My heart aches for him; the way he looked at the money was truly heartbreaking.

【Gu Qin, what gives you the right?! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can be so great!! What kind of skill is it to use money to humiliate people?!】

[Is this the first time you've seen this? This is their way of getting along; they don't follow the usual path.]

[I find it compelling. Gu Qin isn't humiliating Wen Fan; he's genuinely trying to get closer to her in a way that he deems reasonable.]

[Is throwing money at people considered reasonable? Have your values ​​been eaten by dogs?]

[Stop arguing! Stop arguing!!! Wen Fan is about to nod!!!]

Wen Fan slowly reached out his hand, his fingers trembling slightly when they touched the stack of banknotes.

Under Gu Qin's contemptuous and malicious gaze, he picked up the money, folded it neatly, and put it into his vest pocket.

Then he sat down on the sofa opposite Gu Qin.