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

Although her brother stopped being angry and pursuing the matter, Wenqing soon began a new round of worries.

She lay on the sofa, her phone screen lit up, displaying her chat history with Su Yilan.

The two exchanged contact information before parting ways and have chatted on and off for the past few days.

Su Yilan was a chatterbox; once she started talking, she would rattle off everything like beans. Wenqing learned a lot about her uncle's birthday banquet and the Su family from her.

Su Yilan and Su Yian's mother, Su Jilan, is the heir to the Shengshi Group and a well-known figure in the business world.

Their uncle, Su Jiqing, was the youngest son in the Su family and was pampered and spoiled by the whole family since he was a child.

As the young master grew up, he showed no interest in the family business, but had a deep passion for art. The Su family did not force him and let him do as he pleased.

Although the birthday banquet was held in his name, the Su family would also take this opportunity to invite many relatives, friends and business partners. Although it was called a birthday banquet, it was actually a semi-formal social occasion.

When Su Yilan said these things, her tone was completely devoid of the superiority complex of a rich young lady. She spoke frankly and naturally, as if she were sharing with a friend what her family was having for dinner.

She said, "Wenqing, you don't need to worry about anything else. Just come with me that day, and I'll take you to eat delicious food and have fun. Absolutely no one will make things difficult for you."

Looking at the string of enthusiastic messages on the screen, Wenqing felt a warmth in her heart.

Fate is a truly wondrous thing. Some people may know each other for a lifetime but only ever nod to each other, while others can open their hearts to each other after just a few hours of knowing each other.

Su Yilan clearly belongs to the latter category for her.

It was precisely because of Su Yilan's honesty and enthusiasm that Wen Qing was willing to accept this friendship, even though their family backgrounds were worlds apart.

But accepting friendship is one thing, attending a banquet is another.

For a family of Su's stature, a birthday banquet would certainly be a grand affair, attended by either celebrities or tycoons.

She was an ordinary girl who had never seen anything before. Just imagining going to such a glamorous occasion made her feel uncomfortable.

The most crucial question is: what clothes should she wear?

"Qingqing, what are you thinking about? You haven't touched the rice in your bowl."

Wen Fan's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

She looked up abruptly and found Wen Fan sitting across from her at the dining table, looking at her with a helpless expression.

He had almost finished the bowl of rice in front of him, while she still had more than half of the rice left in her bowl.

Wenqing put down her phone, looked down at her bowl which still had more than half a bowl of rice left, and picked up her chopsticks somewhat embarrassedly.

"Brother, I don't know what to wear on Uncle Su Yilan's birthday."

She said, her tone revealing genuine distress.

Wen Fan paused in her chopsticks, her brow furrowing slightly. "You've been spacing out these past few days, thinking about this?"

"More or less." Wen Qing poked at the rice in her bowl.

Wen Fan put down his chopsticks and thought about it seriously.

He knew his sister's wardrobe best, because she had always stayed at home and had very little desire for clothes.

I used to be too sick to dress up, but now that I'm better, I've gotten into the habit of thinking that as long as the clothes are comfortable, that's enough, and I don't care whether they look good or not.

She recently started going out to the art studio, and she did buy a few new outfits online, but they were all just ordinary T-shirts and casual pants. They were comfortable and convenient to wear, but definitely not suitable for attending a birthday party.

He suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

What girl at that age doesn't like pretty clothes? What girl doesn't want to dress herself up beautifully?

But Qingqing never mentions these things to him.

He knew it wasn't because she didn't want it; she just didn't want to add to his burden.

She's so sensible, it breaks my heart.

"It's my fault," Wen Fan said, his tone tinged with self-reproach. "I haven't bought you many nice clothes. This weekend, I'll take you shopping. Pick one you like."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing stopped poking at the rice with her chopsticks and looked up at him in surprise.

……

Shopping mall on the weekend.

Wen Fan led Wen Qing into a clothing store that looked quite high-end.

The store is tastefully decorated with soft lighting. The clothes on the racks are arranged by color scheme, with light colors on the left and dark colors on the right. In the middle are several display dresses with exquisite tailoring.

Wen Qing paused at the door, her gaze sweeping over the price tags hanging on the clothes, and she silently gasped.

She reached out and tugged at Wen Fan's sleeve, whispering, "Brother, let's go to another place."

"Let's take a look first, and if we don't like it, we can exchange it."

Wen Fan didn't give her a chance to refuse, gently pushing her back and ushering her into the store.

He half-heartedly pushed Wenqing inside, where a saleswoman greeted her with a smile.

She walked among the clothes racks, dazzled by the sights; every piece was beautiful, but the price of each one made her wince.

Seeing that she was hesitant to make a move, Wen Fan simply took matters into his own hands, picked out a few items from the shelf that he thought would suit her, and stuffed them into her arms.

"Go ahead and try it on," he said gently. "Trying on clothes is free."

Wenqing was pushed into the fitting room carrying that pile of clothes.

The first item was a beige knitted dress. She put it on and looked in the mirror. It looked nice, but it was too plain.

The second item is a pale yellow floral dress, which looks like it's for a spring outing, but isn't formal enough.

The third item was a gray-blue dress with a smooth fabric, a simple and elegant neckline, a perfectly fitted waist, and a beautifully draped skirt that fell just below the knee when twirled around.

Wen Qing stood in front of the mirror in the fitting room, turned around and thought that this dress was indeed very beautiful, more beautiful than the ones she had tried on before.

She hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door to the fitting room.

Wen Fan was standing outside the fitting room waiting for her.

He was leaning against the wall looking at his phone when he heard the door open and instinctively looked up, then his gaze froze.

Wen Qing was standing at the door of the fitting room, wearing that gray-blue dress.

The soft light in the shop fell on her, making the gray-blue skirt shimmer with a faint sheen.

She usually wears her hair up, but today she let it down because she was trying on clothes. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her already porcelain-white face look even more delicate and refined.

The dress fit her perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for her, accentuating her already slender figure. The waistline was narrowed by about an inch, making her appear graceful and elegant.

Wen Fan stared at her for a long time, so long that Wen Qing began to lower her head shyly, her fingers pinching the edge of her skirt, and the tips of her ears slowly turning pink.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Wen Fan suddenly felt that everything around him had faded.

The store lights, the clothes on the racks, the sales assistants' smiles—everything in the store turned gray and white.

She was the only one in color, standing at the door of the fitting room, like a painting painted alone.

He had grown up with her since childhood and knew she was beautiful, but he had never realized so clearly as at this moment that she was no longer the little girl who drooled on his back.

Unseen by him, she gradually grew into a beautiful girl, so beautiful that he was momentarily dazed.

"elder brother?"

Wen Qing felt embarrassed by his gaze and called his name softly.

Wen Fan snapped out of her daze, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly as she suppressed the indescribable emotions she felt.

He stood up and walked in front of her, looked down at the hem of her skirt, then at the fitted waist, and a smile curved his lips.

"This one will do."

Wen Qing looked down and flipped through the price tags. When she turned them over, her eyes widened immediately.

She leaned closer to Wen Fan and lowered her voice, "It's too expensive. I'll just choose the cheapest one from before..."

"This one suits you best," Wen Fan said directly. "I got a bonus this month, so you don't need to worry about money, Qingqing."

"But……"

"And my brother likes you dressed like this."

When Wen Fan said this, his voice was a few decibels lower than usual. His gaze swept across her face and landed on her reflection in the dressing mirror. Something flashed in his eyes so quickly that it was hard to catch.

Wen Qing looked up and met his gaze. The emotions in his eyes were deep and gentle, making the words of refusal stuck in her throat.

She wanted to say, "Buying such an expensive dress is such a waste," but under his gaze, all those words melted away on her tongue like snowflakes.

Finally, she didn't refuse anymore and nodded gently.