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

"Clean it up thoroughly...leave no trace..."

"Yes, we don't need to hold back over there..."

Hearing Lin Zhiyan decide the fate of several people in just a few seconds, Wen Qing couldn't help but shrink even further into the closet.

She covered her mouth with one hand and pressed her hand against her chest, trying her best to minimize the sound of her breathing.

Perhaps she shouldn't have volunteered to make this trip for Su Su.

Let's go back twenty minutes.

Aunt Su sent someone to deliver something to Lin Zhiyan. Su Su was busy dealing with several elders and couldn't get away, so Wen Qing offered to help her make the trip.

The gift from Aunt Su was in an exquisite dark blue gift box, tied with a silver ribbon, and looked like some kind of present.

She then asked the housekeeper, Lin Zhiyan, where she was. The housekeeper told her it was in the lounge on the left at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

So she took the gift box upstairs, knocked on the door but no one answered, and carefully pushed the door open only to find that there was no one inside.

She waited for a while but no one came. Just as she was about to go out and look for another place, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar.

She instinctively stopped in her tracks, and then heard voices. It seemed there were two people, but the content of their conversation made her blood freeze instantly.

"Kill him! I never want to see him again!"

"Yes, young master, I will take care of it."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing froze for a moment, then subconsciously ran to the wardrobe, opened the door, and crawled inside. By the time she realized what she had done, she was already curled up inside the wardrobe.

Then the room door opened and closed again, the unfamiliar male voice left, leaving Lin Zhiyan alone.

Then she saw a completely different Lin Zhiyan through the crack in the cabinet door and heard the phone conversations she shouldn't have heard.

She didn't know why she was hiding, but her intuition told her that staying outside would be dangerous.

Time passed slowly, and Wenqing's legs were getting numb, but she dared not move.

She was frantically trying to figure out how to escape.

Should she sneak out after Lin Zhiyan leaves? Or should she simply wait for someone to come looking for her?

Just then, the barrage of comments suddenly drifted into her field of vision.

【Huh? Why is Wen Fan here? Wasn't he at home?】

[Wen Fan is outside the villa! I see him! He's walking towards the gate!]

Wen Fan really came??? Although the process was different, the result was the same!

So Lin Zhiyan and Wen Fan are still going to meet at this banquet? Looking forward to it!

Upon seeing the comments, Wen Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

My brother really came!!

"System, has the plot been triggered?"

She quickly asked herself.

"Yes," the system's electronic voice remained calm and normal. "The narrative pressure has been detected to have reached the trigger threshold. An alternative version of the 'Stranger' plot from the original work is being generated."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing frowned.

It seems that the influence of bullet comments is still very significant, allowing the plot to spontaneously arrange the desired storylines for them.

But now is not the time to dwell on that. She needs to get out of this damn wardrobe as soon as possible and stop her brother from being dragged into some melodramatic love triangle by the plot.

Her mind was racing, but then she caught a glimpse of a dark, eerie eye peeking through the crack in the cabinet door.

The eye was pressed against the outside of the gap, separated from her by a thin wooden board.

Narrow and dark, like the eyes of some kind of animal, slightly curved as if it had discovered some interesting toy.

The distance was too close, close enough for her to see the fine lines in those black pupils and her own terrified face reflected in them.

Wen Qing jolted as if she had been electrocuted, the back of her head hitting the back of the wardrobe with a dull thud, and a short scream escaped her throat uncontrollably.

"I didn't expect there to be a little mouse here..."

Lin Zhiyan's voice came from outside the cabinet door, carrying a faint yet somewhat dangerous smile.

He straightened up, his long, slender fingers gripping the edge of the cabinet door, and slowly pulled it open.

The light streamed in, making Wenqing squint.

Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Lin Zhiyan standing in front of her, looking down at her as she huddled in the closet.

"How long have you been hiding here?"

He asked in a casual tone, but his eyes were very intimidating.

Wenqing was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

Her back was pressed tightly against the back panel of the wardrobe, and the gift box in her arms was the only thing that could separate her from him.

Seeing that Wen Qing remained silent, Lin Zhiyan narrowed her eyes.

Then he bent down, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of the closet.

His movements weren't particularly rough, but they were quite powerful.

Wen Qing stumbled as he pulled her out of the closet. She tripped on the carpet and leaned forward, only to be pulled into his arms in the next second.

His arms were wrapped around her waist, neither too tight nor too loose, yet she couldn't break free.

He raised his other hand, pinched her chin, and used his thumb and forefinger to press on either side of her jawbone, forcing her to lift her face and look directly at him.

"Good girl, please don't make me angry, okay?"

Lin Zhiyan's voice was very soft, almost gentle, but there was no hint of a smile in her long, dark eyes.

"Tell me, how long have you been hiding here? Or, what did you hear?"

A tender heart pounded wildly in my chest.

Her intuition was screaming an alarm—she couldn't say a word, not a single word.

That's all.

She lowered her eyelashes, making herself look like a frightened little rabbit, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. Lin, I... I was just delivering something for Aunt Su. She asked me to give it to you. I asked around and found you here, but when I came in, you weren't there. I waited for a long time, but you didn't appear, so I was about to leave..."

"But then I heard footsteps. I thought it was a bad guy, so... I instinctively hid... I didn't know anything... I didn't hear anything..."

Lin Zhiyan looked down at the dark blue gift box on the ground.

When she was pulled out, the gift box slipped from her arms onto the carpet, the silver ribbon askew, but the packaging was intact.

He recognized the packaging style; it was indeed Su Jilan's usual style.

He stared at the gift box for a moment, then looked up again, his gaze slowly sweeping across her face as if judging her every subtle expression.

"So, you were already hiding in the closet before I came in."

He summarized slowly and deliberately.

Wen Qing's pupils contracted rapidly.

It’s over.

At this critical moment, she suddenly remembered something in the system shop.

"System! What exactly does that 'Three-Day Trial Card for Charming Fragrance' do? Tell me quickly!"

She cried out in her heart.

The system's electronic voice calmly sounded.

"A three-day trial card for the 'Charming Body Fragrance' card, priced at fifty points of affection. After use, the host will emit a special pheromone for seventy-two hours. This pheromone can activate the desires in the hearts of people around you, making those who see the host feel a strong desire to get close to and protect them. Simply put, it can make you extremely attractive in the eyes of others, and the probability of anyone having the intention to harm you will be greatly reduced."

"This is it!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing immediately made a decision.

She has been diligently accumulating favorability points lately, and has finally accumulated more than 20 points, bringing her total to 65 points now.

You can definitely exchange this trial card for it.

It hurts to spend fifty points, but in the current situation, not spending them means certain death.

"System, immediately redeem a three-day trial card for the irresistible fragrance!"

The system watched as the host confirmed the exchange without saying a word. It originally wanted to say, "Actually, this item has an additional effect," but seeing that Wen Qing didn't seem to have time to listen to it anymore, the system hesitated for a moment before swallowing the words back.

As soon as Wen Qing finished confirming, a pleasant fragrance wafted from her.

It smelled somewhat similar to the scent Gu Qin had caught at the bar entrance last time, but it was stronger and more pronounced.

Lin Zhiyan frowned when he saw the girl just staring at him blankly with her almond-shaped eyes.

Just as he was about to intensify his interrogation, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

The fragrance was lovely, sweet and gentle. Unlike ordinary perfumes that rush upwards into the nasal cavity, it sank downwards, settling into the chest cavity and warmly spreading.

Lin Zhiyan's gaze paused for a moment, and then the fingers that were pinching Wen Qing's chin unconsciously loosened slightly.

For some reason, he noticed that the girl in front of him seemed to have changed in some way.

In his eyes, she seemed to be shrouded in a very faint halo.

Her skin looked whiter and smoother, her eyelashes were thicker and longer, and the tear stains in her almond-shaped eyes still wet shone like broken diamonds under the light.

The way she nestled in his arms stirred up an emotion he had never felt before—a strong, almost overwhelming, protective instinct within him.

She is so small, so fragile, and so easily hurt.

How could he pinch her chin? How could he pull her out of the closet? Did he scare her just now?

Wen Qing watched Lin Zhiyan nervously, waiting for the props to come into play.

Then she saw the dangerous and oppressive expression on his face gradually soften, first a hint of confusion flashed across his face, and then the coldness in his long, dark eyes melted away little by little, becoming soft and hot.

The way he looked at her was as if he were looking at some treasure that made his heart flutter, a natural, undisguised tenderness and care.

Such an expression, paired with his deep and sharp features, created a strong sense of incongruity.

It gives people a creepy, fake feeling.

I feel a little ashamed of my sentimentality.

Isn't this effect a bit too intense?

She felt uncomfortable under his gaze and silently looked away.

"Can you let go of me?" She tentatively moved her wrist, which was being held captive. "My hand hurts."

Lin Zhiyan's expression changed instantly.

He immediately released his arms from behind her waist, and carefully lifted her wrist that he had just been holding, gently stroking her wrist bone with his thumb, as if inspecting a fragile item that he might break.

Then he looked up and said in a sincere and apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Let me see if you're hurt anywhere."

Wenqing felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her from the top of her head.

With that cold, stern face, those deep, unfathomable eyes, and those noble, otherworldly features, Lin Zhiyan spoke a sentence so gentle it was almost humble.

No matter how you look at it, it feels prickly and itchy somewhere.

Startled, Wenqing quickly withdrew her hand and spoke rapidly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, it's just a little tight... Oh, I have to go now, Aunt Su asked me to give you this gift, goodbye!"

She crouched down, picked up the gift box that had fallen to the ground, stuffed it into his arms, and then turned to run away.

If she stayed any longer, she was afraid she would lose her temper and end up carving out a villa for Lin Zhiyan.

The props were effective, but they were just too awkward.

But as soon as Wenqing took a step, her wrist was grabbed again by a large hand, the five fingers tightly gripping her slender wrist bone, making it impossible for her to break free.

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. She turned her head, blinked with feigned confusion, and spoke with a hint of innocence.

"Mr. Lin, is there anything else?"

Lin Zhiyan's face seemed to contort for a moment, then his gaze turned back, and his expression softened again, even more so than before. His eyes drooped slightly, and his lips curved into a slightly aggrieved arc.

"Why are you leaving so quickly? Did I say something wrong? Or are you still upset that I hurt you and won't forgive me?"

When Wenqing met his gentle yet aggrieved eyes, she felt a slight twitch at the corner of her eye.

If she hadn't seen that face with its fierce expression, smoking and talking on the phone just twenty minutes earlier, she probably would have been fooled by this look.

"No, no," she lied through her teeth, blinking her eyelashes and trying to appear as sincere as possible. "I just need to go and tell Aunt Su. She's waiting for me."

Lin Zhiyan suddenly smiled, a hint of smugness in her smile, as if she had caught some loophole in her words.

He then used his other hand to take out his phone, quickly tapped the screen a few times, and then turned the screen around to show it to her.

On the chat interface, he sent a message to Su Jilan: "Auntie, I have received the gift, thank you for your kindness."

Su Jilan's reply popped up a few seconds later: "Okay, please give my regards to your mother."

Looking at that reply, Wenqing felt a deep sense of despair.

Lin Zhiyan found her increasingly adorable as she stared at her phone screen, speechless.

Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, her lips were slightly parted, and her eyelashes were curled up blankly. She looked like a kitten that had just discovered the snack cabinet was locked.

A strong urge welled up inside him, a desire to pick up the kitten, rub it, pinch it, and to fondle it in his arms.

However, he then frowned slightly.

Why would he have such a thought?

He knew very well that he was not that kind of person; since he became conscious, he had never felt this inexplicable, almost uncontrollable desire to be close to anyone.

Even he was like that; they were all essentially cold and ruthless people.

But at this moment, looking at the girl in front of him, the affection in his heart was bubbling up like water from a spring, unstoppable.