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

Wen Fan was indeed exaggerating.

He scooped up a spoonful of seaweed and egg drop soup, blew on it gently twice to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then brought it to Wenqing's lips.

Wenqing obediently opened her mouth to drink the soup, glancing at the furious comments in the corner of her eye.

My blood pressure is rising.

[Sister, you're a complete waste of space]

I declare this the most infuriating cannon fodder I've seen all year.

She's even smiling! Look into her eyes! She's smiling!

Honestly, is this younger sister a transmigrator from a book, deliberately trying to annoy us?

[You're overthinking it; the original story's younger sister was spoiled just like that.]

[The original novel didn't include the feeding scene, but given Wen Fan's personality, he certainly would have done it.]

I can't take it anymore, I'm giving up. I can't bear to see such a good man being tormented like this.

[Don't just criticize the sister! Look at Wen Fan's expression; he's clearly enjoying it!]

[Enjoy what? This is called being manipulated into feeling self-satisfied.]

[I don't care, Wen Fan feeds me so gently, I want to be fed too!]

Could you please be a little firmer in your stance?

Wen Qing looked at the various comments on the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips, before quickly suppressing it.

It wasn't that she wasn't angry about the insults directed at her; it was just that the insults were like raindrops hitting a pane of glass—loud, but unable to hurt her in the slightest.

She even felt a little pleased.

They called her useless, a burden, and ruined the plot, but Wen Fan just loved her and happily fed her. No matter how angry they were, they could only vent their frustration in the comments.

Moreover, this affection was not given without reason.

Wen Fan loves his younger sister to the core, not because it's his nature, but because he feels guilty.

Or rather, he felt he owed her something.

That memory was buried deep in the original owner's mind, and it took Wen Qing some effort to completely unearth it.

It was a summer evening. On an abandoned construction site near the orphanage, the original owner and Wen Fan were picking up steel bars, preparing to sell them at a scrap yard for money.

At that time, the original owner was ten years old, and Wen Fan was eleven years old.

A middle-aged man walked over, first smiling and asking for directions, then suddenly his expression changed, and he grabbed the original owner's arm.

What happened next happened very quickly.

The man wasn't alone; he had an accomplice who emerged from the abandoned building next door.

The two children were restrained, one on each side, their mouths covered, and dragged toward a bread truck parked on the side of the road.

The original owner slumped down, pretending to be terrified. The man relaxed his guard and loosened his grip slightly.

In that instant, the original owner bit the man's hand hard. He released his grip in pain, and while clinging to him, she shouted to Wen Fan, "Brother, run! Go find the director to save me!"

Wen Fan paused for a second, then turned and ran.

He was as fast as a startled rabbit, darting several meters in the blink of an eye.

The other man reacted quickly; he cursed and took off after him.

Seeing that Wen Fan was about to be caught, the original owner rushed over without thinking and used all her strength to crash into the man.

The impact of a ten-year-old girl is nothing to an adult man, but it is enough to change direction. The man was knocked off balance by her, and Wen Fan took the opportunity to run a few more steps.

The man turned around, his expression ferocious.

The original owner only remembered that the other person's arm suddenly swung over, she felt a chill in her chest, and looked down to see a knife stabbed into her left chest.

It hurts...it hurts so much...

The man eventually ran away with his accomplices.

They were probably afraid of causing even bigger trouble if someone died.

The original owner lay in a pool of blood, and the sky gradually turned dark red in her vision.

She thought she was going to die, then she heard footsteps and Wen Fan calling her name in a heart-wrenching voice.

He rushed over with the dean and several adults, his face covered in tears and sweat. When he rushed to her side, his knees were bleeding from scraping against the gravel.

The original owner didn't remember much after that; when she woke up, she was already in a hospital room.

The doctor said the knife tip had injured his heart. Although he survived by sheer luck, his heart muscle was permanently damaged, and he will be unable to engage in strenuous exercise, be exposed to stimulation, or overwork in the future.

Even a common cold could kill her.

From then on, Wen Fan never made the original owner do anything again.

He took care of everything, treating her like a fragile piece of porcelain.

He dropped out of school, worked odd jobs, and saved every penny, all for one purpose—to save enough money for surgery to cure her heart condition.

Because when he was running away, she risked her life to stop the person chasing him.

If he had run a little faster and brought her back a little earlier, she wouldn't be lying in a pool of blood, and she wouldn't have that injury to her heart.

This is the root of Wen Fan's guilt.

He felt that it was all his fault.

Wen Qing went through this memory in her mind and quietly ate another bite of food that Wen Fan fed her.

The comments section was still filled with insults directed at her, using all sorts of creative and offensive language.

[I've been feeding you for a full fifteen minutes, little sister, are you a pig? You eat so slowly!]

Wen Fan's food was completely cold, and he hadn't even eaten a few bites himself.

I can't take it anymore! This younger sister is the most infuriating character I've ever seen, bar none.

[Taking advantage of her brother's doting love to do whatever she wants, unbelievable!]

Anyway, my sister will die later on, and then nobody will care about her anymore.

Wen Qing saw that comment.

Her lowered eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Does nobody care about her? That's fine.

It's easiest for someone who goes unnoticed to do things that no one cares about.

Wen Fan scooped up another spoonful of rice and brought it to her lips. Seeing that she didn't open her mouth immediately, she asked softly, "Are you full?"

Wenqing shook her head and opened her mouth to take it.