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

Wenqing returned to the fitting room, ready to change out of the gray-blue dress she was wearing.

But while changing clothes, she accidentally kicked over the milk tea that was placed on the stool in the fitting room, and the milk tea spilled onto the T-shirt and casual pants she had taken off earlier.

Wen Qing looked down at the milk tea stain that was spreading rapidly on the fabric, remained silent for a few seconds, and then resignedly closed her eyes.

Wen Fan waited outside for a long time but she didn't come out, so he knocked on the fitting room door: "Qingqing? Aren't you ready yet?"

Wenqing opened the door a crack, poked half her head out, and looked like a cat that had gotten into trouble.

"Brother... I accidentally kicked over the milk tea, and it spilled on my clothes..."

Looking at her guilty expression, Wen Fan couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He reached out and pressed her head back down, saying through the door, "Then wear the new dress and go, it was bought for you anyway."

Then he turned around and went outside to explain and apologize to the sales assistant.

When Wen Qing put the gray-blue dress back on and walked out of the fitting room, she seemed a little off.

The hem of her skirt hung softly a few inches above her knees, swaying gently with her steps.

She took two steps and couldn't help but look down at the hem of her skirt, then took two more steps and touched her neckline, as if she were wearing a borrowed piece of precious jewelry, constantly worried about bumping or scratching it.

She grew up in an orphanage and wore mostly hand-me-downs donated by others. Later, the new clothes she bought for herself were mostly T-shirts and jeans that cost only a few dozen yuan.

This was the first time in her life she had ever worn such a beautiful, expensive dress that would turn heads on the street.

After leaving the clothing store, Wen Fan walked behind her, watching her walk several steps with her hands and feet moving in unison. Finally, she couldn't bear to let her deal with this awkwardness on her own any longer.

He took half a step forward to stand beside her, lowered his head slightly, and encouraged her.

"Qingqing, you look beautiful in this dress. Don't keep your head down, be more confident."

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at him, her ear tips slightly red: "Brother, I... I'm just a little not used to it."

"Wearing new clothes is a happy thing, don't be nervous, walking with your back straight will make you more confident."

Wen Fan's voice was calm and unhurried, carrying a reassuring certainty, as if whatever he said was right.

Wen Qing took a deep breath after hearing his words, stretched her shoulders back, and raised her chin slightly, seemingly becoming more confident.

Although the movements were still a bit stiff, it was much better than the awkward situation of moving hands and feet in unison earlier.

The two walked for about half a street when Wen Fan suddenly stopped, touched his coat pocket, then his pants pocket, and frowned.

"I think I left my watch at the clothing store."

Wenqing said, "Then let's go back and look for it. It hasn't been that long, so the thing should still be there."

So the two of them went back to the mall the way they came.

Upon arriving at the clothing store, Wen Fan said to Wen Qing, "Qingqing, wait for me at the entrance. I'll go in and look for it, and I'll be right back."

Wenqing nodded obediently and stood on the side of the corridor at the store entrance.

On weekends, the shopping mall is bustling with people, so she tries to stand to the side so as not to block pedestrians' way.

As she was looking down and unconsciously rubbing her toes on the floor, Wenqing suddenly heard a series of rapid footsteps coming from her left.

She looked up and saw a group of people walking towards her, men and women, talking and laughing loudly as they walked, taking up most of the width of the corridor.

She instinctively took a step back to let them pass, but as she stepped back, her heel accidentally tripped on the metal base of the fire hydrant box, causing her to fall backward with a sudden loss of balance.

Just then, a large hand firmly supported her back.

His palms were warm, and his fingers were long, strong, and steady, holding her firmly.

"careful."

Then, a magnetic voice came from above her head.

After Wenqing steadied herself and turned around, she was greeted by a pair of familiar peach blossom eyes.

Fu Anhe wasn't wearing a white lab coat today; instead, he wore a dark gray casual suit jacket over a white T-shirt.

He didn't look like a doctor; he looked more like he had just walked off a gallery opening.

His captivating eyes widened slightly for a moment when he saw her, a flash of surprise and undisguised admiration in them.

Then his gaze settled on her.

"Thank you, Dr. Fu."

Wen Qing took a half step back to create some distance and nodded politely.

Fu Anhe snapped out of his daze, his gaze shifting from her face to her gray-blue dress, then back to her face, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You're welcome. I was just wondering who was so careless as to almost fall flat on their face in the hallway. I didn't expect it to be you. But your outfit today..."

He paused, his peach blossom eyes narrowing as if he were admiring a painting worth examining closely.

"This is a little different from usual... Are you out with your boyfriend?"

Wen Qing felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, lowered her eyelashes, and explained, "No, I came out with my brother."

"elder brother?"

Fu Anhe raised an eyebrow slightly, about to ask, "Where is your brother?", when a clear female voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Peace and tranquility—"

The word "Anhe" trailed off sweetly and long, coming from the other end of the corridor.

The moment Fu Anhe heard that voice, a flash of impatience crossed his dark eyes so quickly that if Wen Qing hadn't been staring at him, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Then his eyes flickered, and he suddenly lowered his head to get closer to Wen Qing, lowering his voice to say something.

"Since I helped you up earlier, please do me a small favor. Just cooperate."

Before Wen Qing could even process what he meant by "a little favor," a hand naturally wrapped around her shoulder.

Then he turned her around.

Not far away, a well-dressed young woman was walking towards them.

She was dressed in a well-tailored beige suit, with high heels and exquisite makeup, clearly a well-bred heiress.

Her smile was bright and sweet, and she was carrying a gift bag that looked very expensive.

But when he saw Fu Anhe affectionately embracing Wen Qing, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

She strode over, her cold gaze lingering on Wen Qing for a moment before turning to Fu Anhe.

She then pointed at Wenqing and questioned her in a voice that was trying to remain calm but was already trembling.

"Fu Anhe, who is she?"

"As you can see."

Fu Anhe's lips curved into a composed and appropriate smile.

He neither admitted nor denied anything, but the ambiguous hints in his tone were enough to make the other person make any connections.

The woman glanced at him, then at Wen Qing, who was clearly stunned beside her.

Wen Qing stared at her with her almond-shaped eyes wide open, completely bewildered, clearly not understanding what had happened.

The woman stared at Wen Qing for several seconds, as if she understood something.

Her eyes reddened slightly, and then she suddenly unscrewed the bottle of mineral water in her hand, flipped her wrist, and splashed the whole bottle of water on Fu Anhe's face.

With a splash, water sprayed everywhere.

Passersby stopped in their tracks, some gasped, and others took out their phones to take pictures but were pulled away by their friends.

"Fu Anhe, I really misjudged you. If you don't like me, just say so. Why humiliate me like this?"

"Since that's the case, I don't need to be polite to you anymore!"

After saying that, she glared at Fu Anhe, then glanced at Wen Qing, turned around and strode away, her back view looking carefree and decisive.

After the woman left, the corridor was quiet for a moment before returning to its normal noise.

Passersby looked away and continued on their way, with one or two occasionally glancing back at Fu Anhe with a hint of schadenfreude.

Water droplets dripped from Fu Anhe's forehead, slid down his brow bone past the corner of his eye, and then dripped from his chin to his chest.

A large, dark water stain had seeped onto the suit jacket, and the collar of the T-shirt was also soaked and stuck to the collarbone.

Despite his disheveled appearance, a smile still lingered on his face.

But Wenqing felt that his composed demeanor reminded her of a peacock that had been soaked by the rain—its feathers were drenched, but its neck was still stiff.

Wen Qing looked at him with schadenfreude, and the resentment she felt earlier because he had put his arm around her shoulder without her consent dissipated at this moment.

She didn't try to hide her schadenfreude; her almond-shaped eyes gleamed brightly, clearly saying, "You deserve it."

Do you have any tissues?

Fu Anhe suddenly spoke, his voice still calm and unhurried.

"No," Wen Qing replied crisply.

Fu Anhe blinked, and water droplets rolled down the tips of his eyelashes.

Despite having her face splashed with water, she looked even more beautiful. Her wet, peach-blossom eyes resembled flower petals glistening with dew after the rain, and the water stains on her skin shimmered delicately under the mall lights.

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile, then suddenly pointed to a corner of the tissue peeking out of her bag.

"You little liar, still trying to fool me? What's in here then?"

He saw it, and Wenqing's face flushed slightly, but she still stubbornly spoke.

"Even if I have tissues, so what? I don't want to give them to you."

"So heartless?" Fu Anhe looked at her, a faint smile in his peach blossom eyes. "If it weren't for me, you would be sprawled on your back right now."

Wenqing blinked.

What he said was indeed true.

If he hadn't caught her, she probably would have fallen flat on her back.

She thought for a moment, then took the tissue out of her bag, but instead of handing it to him, she said...

"But who told you to offend me without my permission? Let's keep things separate."

As soon as she finished speaking, a cool voice came from behind her.

"Qingqing, who offended you?"

Wen Qing turned around and was surprised to see Wen Fan standing straight behind them.

He emerged from the store at some point, holding the watch he had found, his expression gloomy and enigmatic.