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

After meeting with the client today, Lin Zhiyan originally planned to go straight back to the company.

He still has a few documents waiting for his secretary to sign, and there's also an overseas conference call tonight.

He glanced at his watch; he had enough time, but not too much.

Halfway there, he suddenly remembered the phone call Aunt Zhang had made before he left home.

Aunt Zhang went on and on on the phone, saying things like the weather had turned cooler recently and he should wear more clothes, that there were shepherd's purse wontons in the refrigerator that he liked, and that Mr. Lin's health had been good and his blood pressure had stabilized recently.

She knew he wouldn't ask, so every time she called, she would give him a full account of what was going on at home, regardless of whether he was listening or not.

Lin Zhiyan was flipping through a due diligence report at the time, with her phone between her ear and shoulder, occasionally letting out an "um" to indicate that she was still listening.

After hanging up the phone, he realized that he hadn't been back to that home for almost two months.

One thing after another came up at the company: mergers and acquisitions, power struggles within the board of directors. His days were filled with these things from morning till night, and he even spent his weekends in the office.

For him, that so-called "home" was more like a familiar address than a place he needed to return to frequently.

No one there expected him to go back.

He will go back only because Aunt Zhang is still there.

As the car approached an intersection, he instinctively made a turn, only to realize afterward that this wasn't the way back to the company.

You went to the wrong place.

He sighed softly and brought up the navigation again.

The system prompted us to turn around 300 meters ahead, but this road is a one-way street, so we had to continue driving forward and turn back at the next intersection.

It didn't deviate too drastically, it just took a few minutes longer.

As he approached the subway entrance, his gaze unconsciously swept across the roadside.

Then he met a pair of eyes that were like black holes.

The person with those eyes was sitting on a bench, his posture listless, his face expressionless, like a soulless paper figure.

Lin Zhiyan had seen that face a few days ago, but she didn't expect to run into it again today.

He looked worse than when he was caught in the rain last time.

Lin Zhiyan suddenly stepped on the brakes.

Wen Fan watched as Lin Zhiyan stepped out of the car. He was wearing a dark gray trench coat with broad and crisp shoulders, looking both noble and handsome.

She's the kind of person who clearly comes from a good family and has a good upbringing.

As he drew closer, his handsome and refined face became increasingly clear.

Looking at Lin Zhiyan like this, Wen Fan's heart was suddenly gripped by an indescribable emotion.

It seems to be fear.

Even though his gaze and expression were gentle, Wen Fan felt a sense of fear for some reason, as if something was about to slip out of his control.

Lin Zhiyan stopped a step away from him and looked at him gently.

"Wen Fan, are you having any difficulties?"

Wen Fan did not reply to him.

He simply looked up at Lin Zhiyan, his lips twitching slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

……

A dozen minutes ago, in the hotel suite.

Wen Qing looked at Gu Qin across from her, her gaze seemingly spitting fire, but he didn't look at her, only lowered his head, casually playing with his lighter.

He was waiting for her to back down.

But she just wouldn't.

Wenqing closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were already filled with a thin layer of tears.

Tears slowly slid down her cheeks, and with her slightly reddened nose and trembling eyelashes, she looked as fragile as a petal blown away by the wind.

At the same time, her breathing became heavier, her chest began to heave violently, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Hearing this noise, Gu Qin stopped playing with the lighter.

"What's wrong with her?"

He looked at Wen Qing, his smile faded, and his brows furrowed.

Huang Yi peeked out from the doorway, glanced at Wen Qing's appearance, and his expression changed.

"Brother Gu, I heard that Wen Fan's sister seems to have a heart condition. Did she...did she have a heart attack?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Qin's gaze immediately sharpened.

He quickly got up, walked over to Wenqing, and tore off the tape.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Gu Qin tossed aside the tape, bent down slightly, and met her gaze.

His voice was no longer frivolous; it had become more serious and earnest.

Wen Qing didn't speak, but shook her head with tears streaming down her face.

She struggled to lift her wrists, which were bound with rope, to show him. There were faint red marks on her fair skin. Gu Qin looked at them for two seconds, frowned, and then turned to Huang Yi and held out his hand: "Scissors."

"Brother Gu..."

Huang Yi hesitated for a moment.

"Give it to me."

Huang Yi pulled a pair of folding scissors from his pocket and handed them to himself with the blade pointed at the tip.

Gu Qin took the scissors and snipped them a few times, cutting the rope in one go.

He reached out and took her arm to help her up, then laid her down on the sofa and pulled a cushion from the side to put behind her head.

Wen Qing was stunned by Gu Qin's considerate actions.

Gu Qin, unaware of her unusual behavior, asked her in a completely different, serious tone than before.

"How are you feeling now? Does your heart still hurt?"

For a moment, Wenqing forgot to continue acting.

She just stared blankly at Gu Qin, tears still glistening in her almond-shaped eyes, her lips slightly parted.

Gu Qin waited for a while but didn't get a reply, so he looked over. He was stunned to see her staring at him, but then that familiar wicked smile appeared on his lips again.

He reached out and roughly wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with his thumb, saying in a nonchalant manner.

"What, why are you looking at me like that? Do you have a crush on me?"

Wenqing snapped out of her daze, her stomach churning, and she reflexively turned her head to the side.

Gu Qin burst into laughter upon seeing this, his laughter unusually arrogant.

But halfway through his laughter, it suddenly stopped abruptly.

He stared at Wen Qing in disbelief, then fell straight backward, his head hitting the carpet with a thud, and he closed his eyes.

All of this happened very quickly.

Seeing this horrifying scene, Huang Yi's eyes widened as much as copper bells.

"Brother Gu? Brother Gu, what's wrong...?"

He rushed towards Gu Qin, but just as he reached her side, he suddenly collapsed.

Before he collapsed, the last thing he saw was Wen Qing sitting on the sofa, rubbing her wrist, which was red from being strangled, with one hand and holding a very small gun in the other.

The gun was pointed directly at him, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, glistening. But the way she looked at him through those tears was as cold as if she were looking at an inanimate object.

Huang Yi fell to the ground, blinked one last time unwillingly, and then closed his eyes.

Wen Qing kept her gun-holding posture and observed for a while longer. Only after confirming that neither of them was moving did she slowly and slowly exhale a long breath.

She twirled the tranquilizer gun in her hand, a smile playing on her lips, and said to the system, "The thing you gave me is really useful."

"Of course it's good; anything from the mall is guaranteed to be of high quality."

The system's electronic voice remained flat, but Wen Qing felt she could detect a faint hint of smugness in that monotone tone.