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

Wen Fan opened the door, pushed it open, and turned on the light in the entryway.

Warm yellow light illuminated the narrow foyer, and cozy slippers sat on the shoe cabinet.

A pair of light pink cotton slippers, with a rabbit pattern printed on the upper that had been washed and was now somewhat faded.

He glanced habitually toward the living room, and it was obvious that the sofa was empty.

Just a few minutes ago, he personally saw his sister off.

He knew she had gone to her friend's uncle's birthday party.

So she's not home all day today, she'll probably be back in the evening.

She's going to spend the whole day out.

Today is a day off, so Wen Fan doesn't have to go to work at the bar.

In the past, on his days off, he would wake his younger sister up in the morning and make her a more lavish breakfast than usual. Then the two of them would snuggle on the sofa to watch TV, or he would read a book while she drew.

Sometimes she would suddenly have the idea to go to the supermarket, and he would take her there on his electric scooter.

No matter what she did, she was always within his sight.

But she's not home today...

Wen Fan felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, and he had no energy to do anything. There were still unfinished chores in the kitchen, but he didn't want to do them.

He was still holding his phone, on which were the messages he had sent to his sister: "Have you arrived yet?" "Take care of yourself and don't overdo it," and "Remember to message me before you finish, I'll come pick you up."

She replied a few times: Brother, it won't be that fast. We've only just set off. Okay, I know. Don't worry.

The last message was, "Brother, don't worry, I'm not a little kid anymore."

He smiled slightly upon seeing this.

He didn't treat her like a child; he was just used to it.

I've gotten used to thinking about her no matter what I do, used to seeing her every few steps, and used to her voice and scent in the house.

The house was quiet, which made the sounds outside all the more clear.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, a spot Wen Qing often sat in.

He asked her why she always liked to sit in this corner, and she tilted her head back and said matter-of-factly, "Because I can see my brother when I sit here."

From the sofa, you can see the stove inside the kitchen through the door frame.

He could see her whenever he turned around while cooking, and she could see him too.

Thinking of Wen Qing's charming appearance when she said those words, Wen Fan couldn't help but smile gently.

He leaned back on the sofa, his fingers unconsciously resting on the spot where she often sat. There was a shallow indentation on the sofa cushion, formed from where she had slumped over the years.

He touched the indentation and could almost feel his sister sitting beside him as always.

His nose twitched suddenly as he caught a faint, sweet scent.

This is his sister's scent, her unique fragrance, the scent he's known since childhood.

The taste was like some kind of invisible tentacle, gently wrapping around his uneasy and tense nerves, smoothing out the wrinkles in his heart little by little.

Then his eyelids slowly drooped, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

I don't know how long I slept, when my phone suddenly rang on the coffee table.

The short, sharp beeping sound was particularly jarring in the quiet living room, startling him awake and causing his heart to beat inexplicably fast.

He then picked up his phone and saw that it was a text message from an unknown number.

He frowned and clicked to read it, then felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

"Mr. Wen, Wenwen has had an accident!!"

……

On the other side, the system remained silent for a moment before answering Wen Qing's question.

"Normally, no, but the host forgot about the power of narrative pressure. A considerable portion of the comments still expect the original plot to happen, and this collective will will create a certain degree of narrative push."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing's expression changed slightly: "So my brother will still end up here?"

"It's possible, but the specific form and timing of the triggering cannot be accurately predicted by this system."

Wenqing immediately took out her phone and sent a message to her brother.

The world's cutest little sister: "Brother, what are you doing?"

After waiting for a while, there was no reply.

She sent another message: "Brother, have you eaten?", but there was still no reply.

Upon seeing this, her heart leaped into her throat.

In the past, when she sent messages to her brother, he would usually reply very quickly.

Even when he's at work, he'll take a break from bartending to reply with "I'm busy, I'll get back to you later."

But now, both messages have been sent without a trace.

The system reassured her, "Host, don't worry too much. If Wen Fan really shows up at the banquet, the comments section should notice and alert you immediately. At that time, you just need to find a reasonable excuse to take him away."

Wen Qing thought about it and felt that what the system said made sense.

If my brother really comes, the comments section will be the first to know.

She can find a reason to take her brother away then.

Having dealt with the bullet comments several times before, she had figured out some patterns: the bullet comments would believe what they saw, but sometimes the eyes can lie. As long as she created some information gaps, she could deceive the bullet comments.

Moreover, if the information she provides is reasonable, normal viewers shouldn't be chasing after her to hurl insults.

As for those extremists who hate her no matter what she does, she doesn't really need to care.

She can't make everyone like her; she's not a hundred-yuan bill.

So as long as she maintains the majority of the likes in the comments, she doesn't need to worry about the extreme minority.

Wenqing went over this idea in her mind and reassured herself.

Just then, Su Yilan hurriedly ran over from the other side of the flower stand, her bangs were blown loose by the wind, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

She ran up to Wenqing and couldn't help but feel apologetic.

"Wenwen! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for making you wait so long. My mom insisted on taking me to meet some uncles and aunts, and I couldn't get away. I finally managed to sneak out..."

Wen Qing stood up and smiled, saying it was nothing. Su Yilan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Wen Qing wasn't angry at all.

Then her expression changed, and she adopted an indignant look.

"Did I see Xu Ling and her group making things difficult for you in the banquet hall? Did they say anything nasty to you?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment before realizing that "Xu Ling" was probably the girl who had struck up a conversation with her earlier.

She waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I didn't care what they said, and your brother already scolded them back for me."

"That brat finally did something good."

Su Yilan gave a satisfied hum, then took Wen Qing's arm and spoke seriously.

"However, I won't let those people off easily. They always seem so respectable and polite to me, but I never expected them to be like this behind my back. You are a friend I invited, and their making things difficult for you is a slap in my face. I'll remember this debt."

Seeing that she was getting angrier and angrier, Wenqing quickly turned around and comforted her.

Su Yilan's emotions came and went quickly; she soon became excited again, took Wen Qing's hand, and looked at her with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Wenwen, let me take you to see my mom! She heard about you from me and has been saying she wants to meet you."

Wen Qing was stunned: "Auntie wants to see me?"

"Yeah! I told my mom that my new friend is really good at drawing, much better than Su Yi'an, and she got really curious."

"But……"

Wenqing subconsciously tensed up again, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt.

Su Yi'an and Su Yilan's mother—she was the powerful figure in Shengshi, a true figure standing at the top of the business world pyramid.

Is she going to meet such an impressive person?

Su Yilan noticed her nervousness at a glance and patted the back of her hand.

"Don't worry, my mom is a really nice person. You'll see when you meet her. If you become friends with me, you'll meet my family sooner or later. Besides, she's in a particularly good mood today; it's my uncle's birthday... Come on, let's go, don't keep her waiting..."

Wen Qing took a deep breath and nodded.

Su Su is right. Now that the two of them have become friends, they will meet her family sooner or later.

She can't hide in her shell forever.

Su Yilan led her through the banquet hall, up the side stairs to the second floor, and to a double dark wooden door.

The door was ajar, and warm yellow light and faint sounds of conversation could be heard from inside.

Su Yilan knocked on the door and pushed it open, revealing an elegantly furnished lounge.

The sofa, bookshelves, and a few potted plants, along with several contemporary oil paintings hanging on the wall, give the entire space a quiet and understated elegance.

A middle-aged woman sat on the sofa, wearing a simple dark green suit and holding a cup of tea.

A young woman who looked like a secretary stood beside her, reporting something in a low voice.

Upon seeing the two enter, the woman slightly raised her hand, and the secretary closed the file and quietly withdrew.

Wenqing stood at the door, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

She had originally expected to see a decisive and efficient businesswoman, the kind of strong woman with sharp eyes, a powerful aura, and someone you wouldn't dare look directly at.

But the woman in front of me was completely different.

Her features were quite similar to Su Jiqing's; she had delicate features and a gentle temperament. The years had left not wrinkles on her face, but rather the accumulation of experience.

She appeared composed and calm, as steady as a mountain, as gentle and tolerant as the sea, as if any storm would automatically subside in her presence.

Her gaze was neither scrutinizing nor examining; it was merely a gentle, curious look.

"Lanlan, is this the good friend you mentioned?"

Su Jilan spoke, her voice calm and unhurried, carrying a kind of reassuring composure.

Su Yilan pulled Wen Qing to her side and nodded proudly.

"Yes! Mom, that's Wenwen. I told you before, we hit it off immediately, and she's incredibly talented at painting. She's the one who restored Su Yi'an's painting that was almost ruined."

Su Jilan turned her gaze to Wen Qing.

The little girl wore a gray-blue dress, her hair was braided in an exquisite and beautiful way, her small face was porcelain white and clean, and her almond eyes were clear and bright.

At that moment, his eyes showed obvious tension, but his back was straight, and he did not avoid her gaze or try to ingratiate himself with a smile.

Su Jilan smiled slightly.

"I heard from Lanlan that you restored the painting that An'an gave to Ji Qing. I've seen that painting, and the restoration was very good. The details were handled very carefully. Thanks to you, otherwise that child's hard work would have been wasted."

Wen Qing snapped out of her nervousness, her ears feeling a little hot, and tried to calm her voice.

"I just happened to think of a way to restore it. The painting was originally very well done; I just restored the parts that were covered by paint."

Seeing her earnest and humble demeanor, Su Jilan's gaze softened even more.

"No need to be so modest. I like talented children, and you helped An'an, so we should thank you. By the way... I heard you're studying painting at Jin Yu's studio now?"

Wen Qing nodded.

"How about this..."

Su Jilan put down his teacup and said.

"Your tuition at the art studio will be waived from now on, as a way of repaying An'an for helping her restore the painting. I'll talk to Jin Yu about it, and you can study for as long as you want."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing was stunned.

Tuition is completely free!!

Although the tuition at Ms. Su's art studio is a little cheaper than that of large institutions outside, it is still a considerable expense for her family.

Now that money can be saved.

Su Yilan gently tugged at her sleeve, and she snapped out of her daze, quickly bowing slightly in gratitude.

"Thank you, Auntie."

Su Jilan couldn't help but smile again as he looked at her blank expression as she tried so hard to appear polite and composed.

Then she glanced at her watch, stood up, and said she had a call to return, telling the two girls to have fun.

After leaving Su Jilan's room, Su Yilan suggested going to visit her uncle, and Wen Qing nodded in agreement.

The two of them went to find Su Jiqing, but they ran into Lin Zhiyan in the corridor halfway there.

He was holding a glass of champagne that he hadn't drunk much of, leaning against the corridor window, whether waiting for someone or just getting some fresh air, it was hard to tell.

Seeing the two approaching, he straightened up and nodded gently to them.

Su Yilan stopped to greet him, "Brother Lin, why are you standing here alone? Where's my uncle?"

"Your uncle is resting in a room on the second floor, and Yi'an is there too," Lin Zhiyan said. "He was standing in the banquet hall for too long and is a little tired."

Su Yilan nodded: "We're just about to go find him."

"Go ahead, he just mentioned you guys."

After exchanging a few words, Su Yilan pulled Wen Qing along and continued walking forward, while Lin Zhiyan watched them leave with a smile.

But as she turned the corner in the corridor, Wen Qing couldn't help but look back.

A girl in a pink dress walked shyly towards Lin Zhiyan.

The girl looked to be about the same age as her, with sweet features and slightly flushed cheeks. She held a beautifully packaged dark blue gift box in both hands and her fingers trembled slightly as she handed it to Lin Zhiyan.

Lin Zhiyan lowered her head slightly to listen to her speak, her expression still bearing that gentle and polite smile.

He reached out and took the gift...

Then the warmth faded away and disappeared from sight.

……

Thinking about what had just happened, Wen Qing suddenly thought of a question.

As mentioned in the comments, Su Yilan also liked Lin Zhiyan in the original novel, and even teamed up with her younger brother Su Yian to make things difficult for her older brother.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Su Yilan beside her.

The light from the wall lamps in the corridor shone on Su Yilan's bright profile, softening her sharp features.