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

Su Yilan strolled around the banquet hall with warmth, tasting all the best cakes on the buffet table. She then took her to see the century-old grandfather clock in the corner of the hall, and finally found a quiet corner to sit down next to the dessert area.

Wen Qing stuffed the last bite of tiramisu into her mouth and was about to say, "I can't eat anymore," when Su Yilan stood up, clapped her hands, and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Come on, I'll take you to see my uncle."

Wenqing almost slipped her fork into the plate.

Although she had agreed to attend the birthday party, she only intended to eat and drink and remain invisible, never expecting that Su Yilan would introduce her to the birthday celebrant herself.

Seeing the expression on her face, as if she had been called on by the teacher to go up to the front to do a problem, Su Yilan chuckled, reached out and patted her shoulder, comforting her while saying with pride.

"Wenwen, don't be nervous. My uncle is a super nice and gentle person. He is an amazing painter and can also make his own music. He has a whole wall of records at home, and he can make music out of any instrument."

"He even held his own solo art exhibition when he was in college. His oil painting of the harbor was later bought by a collector for a very high price. He's quite famous in the art world... But he doesn't care about these things. Anyway, if you talk to him about painting, he'll definitely like you."

Once Su Yilan started talking about her uncle, she became very talkative, her tone full of undisguised admiration and affection.

As Wenqing listened to her description, an image slowly formed in her mind—gentle, talented, good at painting and making music, sounding like a gentle person like her brother.

So she stopped resisting and nodded.

As the host of the birthday party, Su Jiqing did not socialize in the lively banquet hall downstairs.

Su Yilan searched the banquet hall but couldn't find him, and then she went to the garden but still couldn't find him. Finally, she asked the housekeeper and learned that her uncle was on the small balcony on the second floor.

She pulled Wenqing through the crowd on the first floor and went up to the second floor via the side staircase. The corridor was much quieter than downstairs; the thick carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps, and only occasionally could be heard from behind a half-open door, accompanied by a faint laugh.

The two stopped in front of a half-open glass door, and then Su Yilan pushed the door open and walked onto the balcony.

There were three people standing on the balcony.

The person in the middle had his back to the door. He was tall and slender with smooth, thin shoulders. He wore a well-tailored but slightly loose velvet coat, and a gentle breeze lifted the ends of his dark hair.

Just by looking at his back, you can tell he has a refined and elegant demeanor.

"Uncle!" Su Yilan called out crisply to the retreating figure.

The person in the middle turned around.

Wen Qing finally saw his face clearly. It was not quite the blurry outline she had imagined, but there was a subtle connection between them.

Su Jiqing was very young, looking no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was tall and slender, with a refined and elegant appearance. His features were delicate and graceful, and together they gave him a kind of understated beauty reminiscent of an ink painting.

However, his face was slightly pale, with a faint sickly look between his brows, and his lips were also pale, giving him a transparent and fragile appearance, like glass.

He was wearing a velvet coat, his hands, feet and neck were tightly wrapped in the clothes, and although it was early summer, he was wearing an extra layer compared to others.

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: ①⓪①ⓚⓚⓢ.ⓒⓞⓜ]

Upon seeing Su Yilan, he gently curved his eyebrows, his light-colored eyes reflecting his niece's image.

The smile was faint and gentle, like moonlight shining on the water, soft and silent, but without much warmth.

Then his gaze naturally shifted from Su Yilan to the unfamiliar girl beside her, pausing for a moment.

Su Yilan took Wen Qing's hand and walked up to him. Just as she was about to introduce them, Su Yi'an, who was standing next to her, spoke first.

"Sis, you really brought her?"

Su Yilan immediately retorted, "Why are you speaking in such an unwelcoming tone? Wenwen fixed the painting for you. If it weren't for her, the birthday present you gave to your uncle would still be a tattered piece of cloth."

Su Yi'an's ears turned slightly red from being blocked by her, and she pouted as she explained.

"I didn't mean you weren't welcome, I just didn't expect you to actually bring her..."

As Su Jiqing listened to the siblings' daily bickering, the smile in his eyes deepened a little.

His gaze returned to Wen Qing, and he asked, "So she's the girl who helped Yi An restore the painting?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Su Yilan immediately pushed Wen Qing forward half a step.

"Uncle, didn't you see that painting before? You even praised the person who restored it for their good ideas. I just want you to meet her in person... You're both artists, so you'll definitely have a lot to talk about. Wenwen is a very good painter, and maybe we can even exchange ideas in the future."

Wen Qing was caught off guard and was pushed forward. Her ears turned slightly red, but she still politely bowed slightly to Su Jiqing, her voice soft and steady.

"Hello Mr. Su, happy birthday."

Su Jiqing looked at her and tilted her head slightly.

This girl was quite different from the other wealthy heiresses he had ever met.

Her dress was beautiful, and her hair was intricately braided, but her gaze lacked the superficial smile that comes from being immersed in social situations; instead, it was clean, direct, and carried a hint of animalistic caution.

At that moment, those almond-shaped eyes were looking at him, their gaze clear and filled with curiosity.

Just then, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside the balcony, carrying the sweet fragrance of gardenias from the garden.

The wind wasn't strong, but Su Jiqing frowned slightly, turned his head, pressed his fist to his lips, and coughed softly a few times.

The cough wasn't severe, but it subconsciously made one's heart tighten.

Lin Zhiyan, who was standing in the shade of the potted plant, immediately walked over, stood to the side to block the wind, her brows furrowed slightly, and looked at Su Jiqing with concern.

Su Yi'an quickly picked up the thin blanket from the back of the chair and draped it over Su Jiqing's shoulders, her eyes also showing tension.

Su Jiqing suppressed a cough, raised her head and waved to everyone. Her smile was still gentle, but her voice was a little hoarse than before.

"It's nothing, it was just a bit chilly from that gust of wind. Don't look at me like that, as if I'm about to break."

His tone was light and teasing, but Wen Qing could sense the underlying helplessness beneath that teasing.

Hearing him say that, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Yilan's attention had just shifted from her uncle when she suddenly widened her eyes in surprise, as if she had just discovered that there was another person standing next to her.

"Brother Lin? You're here too?"

Lin Zhiyan subtly withdrew her gaze from Su Jiqing, lingered on Wen Qing for a moment, and then turned to Su Yilan, giving her a gentle smile.

"I've been here the whole time, but you've only been staring at your uncle the whole time, and you haven't noticed me even after standing here for so long."

Su Yilan smiled sheepishly: "Who told you to stand so far to the side and not say a word?"

Wen Qing looked at Lin Zhiyan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and was surprised to run into him here again.

At that moment, a flood of comments appeared.

[Huh? The plot has progressed this far? Why don't I see Wen Fan? The bottom isn't here, but the younger sister is. Isn't this plot line going a bit too far off track?]

[Is that Su Jiqing?! She truly embodies the image of a sickly beauty. I'm absolutely smitten by her looks; she exudes a captivating aura of coldness, fragility, and vulnerability.]

[Unfortunately, he didn't live long. In the original novel, Su Jiqing would die of illness not long afterward. Su Yi'an's personality became increasingly extreme because of this blow, which indirectly led to his later hatred towards Wen Fan.]

[I used to secretly ship Su Jiqing and Lin Zhiyan. They grew up together, but one loved art and the other was a business tycoon. In the end, their relationship ended before it even had a chance to develop. It was so heartbreaking.]

What does this have to do with Lin? It's because Su Jiqing's health is too poor, and Lin only has friendship for Su Jiqing.

I think Lin Zhiyan's later interest in Wen Fan might also be due to the similar temperament Wen Fan had to Su Jiqing; Wen Fan is also the gentle type.

[Please stop using the "stand-in" warning for everything, okay? Wen Fan and Su Jiqing are completely different people. Su Jiqing is aloof and gentle, detached from the world, while Wen Fan is resilient and gentle, even when she's rolling in the mud, she still protects her sister. There's no comparison at all.]

Wen Qing ignored the arguments in the comments, but when she saw the sentence "Su Jiqing will die of illness soon," her heart tightened.

Although the person in front of me looked sickly, he was chatting and laughing as he stood there, and did not look like someone who would die of illness soon.

But the comments section doesn't lie, so Su Jiqing really will die of illness later.

Thinking of this, a hint of regret involuntarily crept into her gaze as she looked at him.

Su Jiqing is a very perceptive person.

He noticed the fleeting regret and sympathy in Wenqing's eyes, and his gaze met the girl's eyes. His voice was gentle yet direct.

"Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

As soon as he said that, everyone on the balcony turned their attention to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's face flushed slightly, and she quickly lowered her eyelashes.

Of course, she couldn't say, "I feel it's a pity that you're going to die soon," so she quickly found an excuse, raised her head, and gave a sweet smile.

"No... I just think Mr. Su is a bit like my brother; they're both very gentle people."

Upon hearing this, Su Jiqing was slightly taken aback at first, and then couldn't help but laugh.

This smile had a more genuine warmth than before, and the sickly look between her brows was softened by the smile, making her appear more gentle.

"Gentle?" He repeated the word, his tone carrying a hint of self-deprecating curiosity. "This is the first time I've heard someone describe me like that."