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

Wen Fan had no idea how many cups she had drunk.

Whiskey, beer, and some dark liquor whose name I don't know—these liquids mixed and churned in my stomach, burning into waves of heat that surged upwards.

His vision began to blur, and the lights in the private room turned into warm yellow halos. The face of the person opposite him appeared to be near or far in the halo, as if separated by a layer of sloshing dirty water.

Gu Qin sat opposite him, legs crossed, holding a glass with a half-finger-deep amber liquid at the bottom.

He didn't drink; it was Wen Fan who drank the whole time.

He just stared, his eyes shining brightly in the dim light of the private room, like the light reflected from a nocturnal animal stalking its prey in the grass—cold and detached, with an undisguised malice.

"Why aren't you drinking anymore?" Gu Qin raised his chin, his tone light and casual. "It's only been a few cups."

Huang Yi sat beside him, holding a glass in his hand, but his attention was not on the wine.

He glanced cautiously at Gu Qin's face. Gu Qin looked relaxed, with a slight smile on his lips. But Huang Yi, who had been with him for several years, knew that this kind of relaxation was the most dangerous thing.

He showed no intention of stopping.

Huang Yi swallowed hard, picked up his wine glass and moved closer to Wen Fan, urging, "Come on, Brother Wen, you've got a good capacity for alcohol, let's have another one."

Wen Fan's hand touched the cup in front of her, and she shook it slightly when she picked it up.

He tilted his head back and gulped it down, a burning sensation running through his throat. His stomach clenched, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coughing.

When the cup was put back on the coffee table, it wasn't placed steadily and rolled half a circle before Huang Yi reached out and caught it.

Enough!!! Enough!!!

[Gu Qin, are you even human?! You're going to force-feed him until he's about to die!!!]

[My heart aches for Wen Fan. Her face is red all the way to her neck, and she can barely keep her eyes open, but she's still forcing herself to drink.]

[He's doing this for the money, isn't he? Gu Qin just said, "An extra 500 for every drink."]

[You can't torture yourself like this for money! Don't you value your life?!]

[You're talking without understanding the situation. Does he think his sister's surgery fees will just fall from the sky?]

[This is so annoying. Can you please stop using your sister as an excuse every time? What does this have to do with your sister?]

【How can it be okay? In the original story, everything Wen Fan did was for his sister. Even if he sold himself, you can't deny it】

[Gu Qin is ruthless. He knows Wen Fan is short of money, so he deliberately uses money to keep him hanging on. He's too good at manipulating people.]

[Is this what you call skillful manipulation? This is psychological abuse! Don't you guys feel any guilt shipping this kind of couple?]

Here we go again, the "bleeding hearts" party is at it again. If you don't like looking at the top left corner, nobody's forcing you.

[So what if I love watching this kind of angst? The more angst, the more exciting it is; the later "wife-chasing-after-the-crisis" scene is what makes it so good.]

The comments section erupted into a heated argument.

Wen Fan could no longer see anything clearly. The edge of the coffee table was wobbling, the floor was tilting, and his ears were ringing. The sounds around him seemed to come from the water, through a thick, murky liquid.

But just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

Gu Qin glanced at the door but didn't move. Huang Yi got up to open the door.

A young man in a bar uniform was standing outside the door.

"Excuse me for bothering you," the young man said, his tone polite but his speech rapid. "The manager needs to speak with Wen Fan. Is he inside?"

Gu Qin leaned back on the sofa, his gaze passing over the coffee table and landing on the uninvited guest at the door, scrutinizing him for a moment.

Then he glanced at Wen Fan, who was almost sliding off the sofa, and smiled slightly, saying in an innocent tone.

"Here he is."

The young man walked into the private room and the first thing he saw was Wen Fan slumped on the sofa, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her eyelashes glistening with natural moisture, and a small patch of her collar soaked with alcohol. She looked like a fish that had been pulled out of the water and carelessly tossed onto the shore.

Countless empty bottles were scattered haphazardly on the coffee table.

Seeing this, the young man, Ah Jie, tightened his jaw and felt a surge of anger.

But he quickly suppressed his anger. He knew who Gu Qin was, and he couldn't afford to offend any of the people sitting in this private room.

He could only swallow back the anger and heartache that surged to his throat, quickly walked to Wen Fan's side, bent down to hold his shoulders, and called to him in a low voice.

"Wen Fan, Wen Fan, can you hear me?"

Wen Fan heard someone calling his name; the voice sounded very familiar.

He bit his tongue hard, the pain like a needle piercing his hazy consciousness, briefly bringing him back to his senses.

He looked up, recognized A-Jie's face, his lips moved, and he managed to squeeze out a few indistinct words.

"Don't...do anything rash...I'm fine..."

He was trying to persuade him, saying that even in his own situation, he was still thinking of him.

A-Jie clenched his fist at his side and then relaxed it. He took a deep breath, put Wen Fan's arm on his shoulder, and forcefully lifted him off the sofa.

Gu Qin did not interfere at all.

He just sat there, legs crossed, hands folded on his knees, watching the scene with a relaxed posture and even a hint of interest in his expression.

"Don't misunderstand," Gu Qin suddenly explained, her tone even more innocent than before, "I didn't do anything to him, he drank the wine willingly."

Ah Jie paused for a moment, but he didn't turn around or say anything.

He knew Gu Qin was lying, but so what?

He could only grit his teeth and support Wen Fan as they walked out of the private room step by step.

As soon as he stepped out of the private room, the piercing gaze behind him disappeared, and Ah Jie let out a sharp breath.

He turned his head to look at Wen Fan. His face was still red, from his cheekbones all the way to his ears. The skin on his neck also had an unnatural pinkish tinge. His eyelids were drooping, and his steps were unsteady. He was basically being dragged along by him.

Ah Jie couldn't help but curse the group of young masters in the private room from head to toe in his mind.

After scolding him, he was a little worried. How was he going to explain Wen Fan's condition to Wen Qing?

"Why...did you come here...?"

Wen Fan suddenly asked a question in a muffled voice, his tongue still a little thick, but he was a bit more lucid than before.

"Your sister called me."

Ah Jie helped him walk towards the staff break room, talking as they went.

"I said I had something to tell you, but you didn't answer my call, so I called you instead."

"Then I heard you went to deliver wine and hadn't come back yet, so I got a little worried and decided to come check on you, but I didn't expect..."

Wen Fan only heard the word "sister," and struggled to open her eyelids, then bit her tongue hard.

"Xiao Qing is looking for me... What's up?"

Ah Jie watched his actions, unsure whether to admire him or curse him.

Even though he was so drunk, the mere mention of "sister" was enough to keep him going; it worked better than any hangover cure.

"You should worry about yourself first," he said irritably. "I'm going to ask the manager for leave. You definitely won't be able to go to work like this."

Wen Fan wanted to say something, but A-Jie pressed her down into a chair in the lounge.

He leaned back in his chair, tilting his head back, the ceiling lights shimmering in his eyes like streaks of white light.