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

Wenqing stood between the two, glancing left and right, her lips moving before closing again.

Her shoulders were a little sore from Su Yilan's grip, so she quietly moved them a bit.

Fortunately, the siblings didn't argue for long. Su Yilan completely suppressed her brother's arrogance with an overwhelming advantage. Su Yian was so angry that he turned his back to the two of them, his whole face saying "I don't want to talk to you."

Su Yilan ignored him and turned to Wen Qing, her smile returning to her face and her eyes shining.

"You helped my brother restore the painting, how can I thank you enough?"

Wen Qing quickly waved her hand: "No need, no need, I was just helping out."

"How can you call this a favor? You can't just let such a big debt go unpaid."

Su Yilan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she clasped her hands together.

"Why don't you come to my uncle's birthday party too? After all, you helped with my brother's gift."

Su Yi'an turned around abruptly, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Sister! She's an outsider, how can she go to Uncle's birthday party?"

Su Yilan put her arm around Wen Qing's shoulder, raised her chin at her younger brother, and said confidently.

"Why not? She's my good friend now. My uncle said I can bring my good friend along."

Wen Qing and Su Yi'an both stared at her in shock.

Wen Qing was shocked because she didn't expect that helping someone would immediately lead to them becoming "good friends," especially since they had only known each other for less than an hour.

Su Yi'an was shocked because he knew what kind of personality his sister had; once she considered someone a friend, nothing could stop her, not even the King of Heaven himself.

"You don't even know her name!"

Su Yi'an angrily pointed out this fatal flaw.

Su Yilan remained expressionless, then turned to Wen Qing and asked, "So, what's your name?"

"...warmth."

Su Yilan turned back to her younger brother, raising her chin even higher, as proud as a general who had just won a battle.

"Warmth, I understand now."

Su Yi'an moved her lips for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

He looked at his sister's provocative face, then at Wenqing's bewildered expression, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I? What's going on?" He finally gave up struggling, waving his hand weakly, his tone full of self-abandonment.

"Fine, whatever you want. You'll have to explain to your uncle later."

Su Yilan completely disregarded Su Yian's attitude, turned her head and grasped Wen Qing's hand, her amber eyes sparkling like two freshly polished glass beads.

"Wenqing, what do you think of me?"

"You... are very good."

Wenqing was overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and could only answer truthfully.

Su Yilan smiled happily, a smile without any impurities, as pure as a child who had received a piece of candy.

"Then we'll be good friends from now on. So...would you like to go to my uncle's birthday party?"

Looking tenderly into her big eyes, so bright and so real, like a golden retriever wagging its tail with a ball in its mouth, it was impossible to refuse.

She opened her mouth, the words of refusal hovering on her tongue, but ultimately swallowed them back, and slowly nodded under Su Yilan's expectant gaze.

……

Wenqing stood under the bus stop sign and adjusted her backpack straps further over her shoulder.

The evening breeze carried the aroma of stir-fried dishes wafting from somewhere.

She gazed at the distant horizon, which had turned orange-red, and fell into a rather real dilemma.

How did things end up like this?

She had known Su Yilan for less than an hour, and they had exchanged no more than twenty sentences in total. Then, she vaguely agreed to attend the birthday party of a complete stranger.

The most crucial point is that this "complete stranger" is Su Yi'an's uncle—that is, an elder in the Su family.

Su Yi'an is the person who killed her in the original novel, and Su Yilan is the vicious female supporting character in the original novel.

She was going to their house for a private family gathering.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her brain must have been filled with water.

But when she looked into Su Yilan's bright eyes, the words "I'm sorry" just got stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.

She has never been good at saying no to others, especially those who are kind to her.

This is a bad habit that needs to be corrected, but before she can change it, she has to bite the bullet and attend Su Yilan's uncle's birthday party.

She was staring blankly at the air, when a small white electric scooter silently stopped in front of her.

The person on the vehicle took off their helmet, revealing a face she knew all too well.

"Brother?" Wen Qing looked at Wen Fan riding on the electric scooter in surprise. "What brings you here?"

Wen Fan did not respond with a smile as usual.

His lips were pressed into a straight line, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the emotion in his eyes was several degrees darker than usual.

His voice carried a hint of coldness when he spoke.

"Qingqing, why didn't you answer my call? Do you know how worried I was about you?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing's heart tightened, and she quickly took out her phone from her pocket.

The screen clearly showed six missed calls, all from "Brother".

She had put her phone on silent mode beforehand, worried that it would ring during class and disturb others, but she forgot to put it back on after class.

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't hear you," she said, showing him her phone screen and apologizing with her head down. "I silenced my phone during class and forgot to put it back on. I didn't mean to not answer..."

Wen Fan glanced at the row of missed calls on the screen, her tightly pursed lips remaining unchanged.

His chest heaved, as if he were swallowing back the emotions that had risen to his throat.

Then he spoke again, but his voice showed no sign of warming up: "Get in the car first, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly upon hearing this, and then she said nothing, obediently climbing onto the back seat and clutching Wen Fan's clothes at the waist with both hands.

Wen Fan didn't say a word the whole way, his back was straight, and the muscles in the back of his neck were slightly tense.

The wind blew his hair back, revealing a section of his taut jawline.

When he got home, Wen Fan locked the electric scooter and went upstairs.

Wenqing followed behind him, like a primary school student who had done something wrong, with her head down and her fingers twisting the backpack strap.

Upon entering, Wen Fan did not pour her water as usual, nor did he ask her if she was hungry.

He walked to the center of the living room, turned around, crossed his arms, and looked at her without saying a word.

He rarely gets angry, Wenqing knows that.

Her brother is the most good-natured person in the world, always wearing a gentle smile.

But precisely because of this, once he gets angry, even without saying a word, the low pressure emanating from him is enough to make her afraid to even breathe too loudly.

He stood quietly in the living room, the overhead light casting deep shadows on his face.

There were no angry words or questions, but the silent chill was more unbearable than any scolding.

She stood at the door, her palms slightly damp.

From childhood to adulthood, her biggest fear was her brother getting angry.

When he gets angry, he won't yell at her, but he'll take back all the tenderness he used to show her, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.

Even if her brother stops being angry, it will still take her a long time to coax him back.

……

Do you know what you did wrong today?

Wen Fan finally spoke, his voice carrying a deep chill.

Wenqing stood in front of the coffee table and honestly replied, "I didn't answer my brother's call in time, which made him worry."

"You're wrong." Wen Fan frowned, her voice even harsher than before. "You don't seem to care about your own safety. What am I supposed to do if you get into danger and I can't find you?"

Wen Qing lowered her head, her chin almost touching her chest: "I know I was wrong, I won't do it again."

Wen Fan looked at her bowed head and admitting her mistake, his gaze softened slightly, but the coldness on his face had not completely faded.

He was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Why haven't you come back so late today?"

Wen Qing recounted everything that had happened in the art studio. When she got to the part where Su Yilan gratefully invited her to her uncle's birthday party, her voice unconsciously lowered as she spoke, while secretly glancing at Wen Fan's expression out of the corner of her eye.

Wen Fan's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He remained silent for a long time, his long, tender toes curling loosely inside his shoes.

"Brother," Wen Qing tentatively suggested, "how about... I go tell her I'm not going?"

Looking into her almond-shaped eyes, which were filled with flattery, Wen Fan could no longer harden his heart and let out a long sigh.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, the coldness in his tone having mostly dissipated.

"Since you've already agreed, then go ahead. If you agree and then go back on your word, you'll only offend people."

Wen Qing's eyes lit up slightly, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously and remained obediently standing in place.