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

Seeing the comments saying she taught herself programming, Wen Qing couldn't help but feel ashamed. Is she really that good?

But that shouldn't be her.

"Is what they're saying true?" she asked the system in her mind.

"Yes." The system's electronic voice remained calm and normal.

Wen Qing remained silent for a while.

So the world she lives in is actually a male-oriented BL fanfiction?

That's a really lot of buffs...

However, she was more concerned about something else than that.

Looking back on her current memories, she found them to be significantly different from before.

My previous memories are like an old book covered in dust, blurry and indistinct, with only a few rough outlines to be seen.

Ever since the system told her "you are warmth," the dust on that book seemed to have been gently blown away, and more and more details began to become clear.

She is no longer an observer, but a person from memory.

And all the emotions belonging to this body have returned...

"What are you thinking about?"

Wen Fan's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting her thoughts.

Wen Qing suddenly came to her senses and realized that she was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and the water in her hand had completely cooled down.

Wen Fan walked over again at some point, stood in front of her, bent down slightly, and tilted his head to look at her face.

He hadn't taken off his apron yet, and a clear look of worry crossed his face.

"Why aren't you resting in bed? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wenqing raised her head and met his eyes.

Those eyes were clean and gentle, and the worry within them was genuine, a world completely different from the arguments in the comments.

Her heart suddenly calmed down.

"I wasn't thinking about anything..."

She smiled, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling, placed the cooled water glass on the bedside table, stood up, and pushed his back towards the kitchen, speaking in a carefree and coquettish tone.

"I don't want to sleep anymore, brother, what did you do? I'm hungry."

Wen Fan was pushed along for a couple of steps. She looked back at her to make sure her complexion was fine before she felt relieved and followed her lead toward the kitchen.

"I made your favorite dishes," he said, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction at being needed by his sister. "Century egg and lean pork congee, and the xiaolongbao you said you wanted to eat last time."

"Really? When did you wrap it?"

"When you were sleeping the day before yesterday."

Wen Qing sat down at the dining table and watched Wen Fan take the steamed buns out of the steamer and arrange them on a plate. He then ladled porridge into a bowl, sprinkled on a pinch of chopped green onions, and pushed it in front of her.

Chopsticks, spoons, and vinegar dishes were set out one by one with fluid movements.

She picked up a small steamed bun with her chopsticks, bit it open, and the soup gushed out, scalding her so much that she hissed.

"Eat slowly," Wen Fan said, sitting down opposite her. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her sticking out her tongue from the heat.

When he smiles, his eyebrows and eyes crinkle, and there is a soft light in his eyes, like a small patch of sunlight leaking through the gap in the curtains on a winter morning.

He looked at her for a while, then suddenly put down his chopsticks and cleared his throat somewhat solemnly.

"Qingqing, your birthday is in a few days. What gift would you like?"

Wenqing paused for a moment while chewing on the xiaolongbao.

Birthday?

Yes, her birthday is coming soon.

For the past few years, Wen Fan would buy her a small cake every year on her birthday. The two of them would sit in the living room, light the candles, he would sing her a birthday song, and she would close her eyes and make a wish.

The cake wasn't big, and the cream wasn't very smooth, but it was very sweet.

It's the same every year, simple to the point of being shabby, but she never felt like anything was missing.

"I want to eat cake," she swallowed the bun in her mouth, licked the oil off her lips, "the kind I saw in the shop window last time, the one with strawberries on it."

"That doesn't count as a gift," Wen Fan shook his head, tapping his fingers lightly on the table twice with an indulgent expression. "We definitely need to buy a cake, but do you want anything else? Anything is fine; your brother recently received a bonus."

The chopsticks, imbued with warmth, paused for a moment in mid-air.

bonus?

But she soon realized what he meant by the bonus.

She lowered her eyelashes, steadily picked up the xiaolongbao with her chopsticks, lifted it up, and rolled it in the vinegar dish.

If her brother doesn't want her to know, then she should pretend she doesn't know.

"Well..." Wen Qing tilted her head and thought for a moment. Not wanting to disappoint him, she suggested something that wasn't too expensive or too perfunctory, "I want a new pair of shoes, like the white sneakers I saw at the mall last time."

Wen Fan's expression visibly brightened.

He wasn't afraid of spending money; what he feared was that she wouldn't want anything.

"Okay," he said, a hint of relief in his voice, "I'll take you shopping when you're on vacation."

……

It suddenly started raining in the evening.

The rain at the end of spring came suddenly, pouring down in torrents.

When Lin Zhiyan drove out of the company's underground parking garage, it was already raining heavily.

He didn't work overtime today. He was supposed to have a conference call, but the other party canceled it at the last minute, so he went home early.

The car stereo was playing deep jazz music, and the saxophone's tone sounded particularly soft and languid amidst the rain.

His fingers rested on the steering wheel, tapping lightly in rhythm, the mirror reflecting a faint light.

He glanced casually at the roadside and then he saw a person.

In the rain, a person was standing at the entrance of an old residential building, half of their body soaked in the rain, looking down and fiddling with something in their hands.

Lin Zhiyan wasn't driving fast; he should have just driven straight past.

But the comments section became agitated at this point.

That's Wen Fan!!! It's Wen Fan!!!

[A beauty soaked in the rain!!! Mr. Lin, look!!! She's right to your right!!!]

[Lin Zhiyan, look to your right! Your wife is getting soaked in the rain!]

[Stop the car! Your wife is sheltering from the rain, go save her!]

[Help! He looked so pitiful leaning against the wall, like a kitten soaked in the rain.]

[Lin Zhiyan, your chance to be a hero and save the damsel in distress has arrived!!! If you miss this opportunity, you'll have to wait another hundred chapters!!!]

[If I were Lin Zhiyan, I would just park my car in front of him, roll down the window, and say "Get in." He'd be so charming.]

Then Lin Zhiyan suddenly stepped on the brakes.

The tires made a rustling sound as they rolled over the puddles on the road.

He didn't know why he stopped; perhaps it was because the person's silhouette looked somewhat familiar in the rain.

Wen Fan did encounter some trouble today.

He didn't bring an umbrella when he went out in the morning and saw that it wasn't raining.

Unexpectedly, it started raining heavily just before I was about to leave work. I wanted to call a car, but as soon as I opened the app, my phone screen flickered twice and went black.

But the power was out.

He put his phone back in his pocket, leaned against the door frame of the building entrance, and looked at the torrential rain outside.

It takes at least forty minutes to walk home from here. Running back in this heavy rain will definitely leave me soaked, but that's not the worst thing. If I catch a cold from the rain, I might pass it on to my sister.

He planned to wait until the rain subsided before leaving, but after nearly twenty minutes, the rain showed no signs of letting up.

Just then, a car suddenly stopped in front of him.

It was a dark gray car with a subtle metallic sheen in the rain. He didn't know much about cars, but his intuition told him that it wasn't cheap.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a handsome and refined face inside.

Wen Fan opened his eyes wide.

Lin Zhiyan turned slightly to the side, placed one hand on the steering wheel, looked at him through the open window, and said in a gentle voice.

"Are you in trouble?"

Wen Fan was stunned for a moment.

He recognized the man; he was the owner behind the Twilight Bar.

But then he subconsciously leaned back, his shoulders tightening slightly.

During his years working in bars, he learned one thing: don't easily accept other people's kindness, especially from those who are of higher status than you.

Good intentions are never free.

"No," he shook his head, "I haven't run into any trouble."

Lin Zhiyan looked at him, and the eyes behind the glasses did not show any emotion because of his rejection. She just quietly scrutinized him for two seconds.

Then he changed his wording, speaking in a gentler tone: "I remember you were an employee at my bar, Wen Fan, right?"

Wen Fan was slightly taken aback.

He didn't expect Lin Zhiyan to remember his name. That time in the hospital corridor, Lin Zhiyan didn't even say a word to him.

"Did your car break down or did you forget your umbrella? If you run into trouble, I can give you a ride," Lin Zhiyan said calmly and naturally. "It's so late and the rain is so heavy, I can't let my bar staff get soaked on the roadside."

Wen Fan remained silent, but the comments section was already buzzing with anxiety for him.

[Yes, yes, say yes quickly!]

[Yes, yes, yes! Listen to me and say yes!]

[Wife, can you agree for me?]

Wen Fan's eyes showed a moment of confusion, then he nodded.

"...Then I'll trouble you."

However, he hesitated for a moment after getting in and out of the car, and then opened the back door.

Lin Zhiyan's gaze followed his movements in the rearview mirror. When she saw him choose the back seat, her eyes behind her glasses flickered slightly, but she didn't say anything.

The comments section was filled with regret.

[Back seat!!! He sat in the back seat!!!]

Why isn't it the passenger seat?! The passenger seat would be much more interesting!

[You're overthinking it. Wen Fan is still wary of Lin Zhiyan. It's already quite an achievement that he even got on the bus.]

[Being able to get on the bus is already a huge improvement! This is only the second time we've met!]

The car drove back into the rain.

The carriage was somewhat silent. Wen Fan sat in the back seat on the right, with her hands on her knees.

His trouser legs and shoulders were soaked by the rain, and his hair was damp, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, but he was completely unaware of it.

Lin Zhiyan glanced at him through the rearview mirror and then asked, "Where do you live?"

Wen Fan gave a street name but did not mention the specific house number.

Lin Zhiyan didn't press further, but simply nodded and entered the approximate location into the navigation.

After a while, he suddenly started talking casually.

"Wen Fan, I heard from Manager Zhang that A Qin seems to have done something bad to you. As his brother, I want to apologize to you on his behalf."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

But that sentence itself is anything but ordinary.

Wen Fan suddenly looked up and met Lin Zhiyan's eyes in the rearview mirror—those eyes were also looking at him.

He found out.

Wen Fan's fingers unconsciously clenched around her knees.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

Finally, he lowered his eyelashes and said calmly.

But the person who said they were fine was actually clenching their fists until they turned white.

Lin Zhiyan saw his tightly pursed lips and clenched knuckles through the rearview mirror, and her eyebrows twitched slightly.

But he looked away and didn't ask any further questions.

The comments section went completely crazy.

[Lin Zhiyan, you're so clever!!! Your apology for your cousin was a flawless entry point!!!]

[The apology was fake; his real intention was to strike up a conversation! Mr. Lin, what a shrewd move!]

He called him Aqin so affectionately, but his apology on Aqin's behalf was a way of drawing a line between himself and his cousin, implying that he and his cousin weren't the same kind of people!

[The first step in poaching someone's partner: First, distance yourself from your competitors in terms of moral standing.]

[A master, truly a master. A casual "I'm sorry" both boosted Wen Fan's favor and kicked her cousin while killing two birds with one stone.]

[This is how adults pursue love, okay? Gu Qin's bullying-style pursuit, like a primary school student, is so lame.]

The car weaved through the narrow streets of the old town.

The rain pattered on the car roof, dull and rhythmic, and neither of them spoke again.

Soon the car turned into the street where Wen Fan lived.

The old buildings in the neighborhood looked particularly dilapidated in the rainy night. Several tiles on the exterior walls had fallen off, and the lights at the entrances of the units were broken, with only the dim yellow light of the streetlights illuminating a small area.

Wen Fan saw a figure holding an umbrella standing downstairs.

He recognized the umbrella; it was the dark blue plaid umbrella from home.

The person under the umbrella was wearing slippers and a thin jacket, with the cuffs of their trousers already wet, and was tiptoeing, peering into the intersection.

When the car headlights shone on her, she shielded her eyes with her hand, then lowered her hand, revealing a clean and fair face.

"Xiao Qing?" Wen Fan blurted out.

Lin Zhiyan's gaze passed over the rain and landed on that face, pausing slightly.

is her.

The girl who stared at him intently in the hospital corridor last time, and then quietly pulled Wen Fan away.

He could tell then that she was hostile towards him.