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

When Wenqing woke up, she found that no one was home.

She rubbed her eyes, sat up in bed, and habitually glanced towards the living room.

The kitchen was quiet, without a sound, and there was no sign of the figure she knew so well.

Wen Qing walked barefoot into the living room and found a note on the coffee table with Wen Fan's neat and elegant handwriting.

"Qingqing, I went to Ajie's house to help out. There's some food prepared in the fridge. Just heat it up at noon. Your brother won't be back until evening. Stay home today and don't go out. Don't answer any strangers knocking on the door. Wait for your brother to come back."

Wen Qing read the note twice, feeling a little down.

In the past, her brother would never leave her out alone on his days off. Even if her brother asked him for help, he would always tell her in advance, or simply take her with him.

Today, however, he left without saying goodbye, and the note he wrote was shorter than usual, as if he didn't want to write anything more.

Wenqing read the note again, then folded it and put it in the coffee table drawer.

She walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and saw several food containers neatly stacked inside, containing ribs, vegetables, steamed eggs, and even a bowl of rice sealed separately with plastic wrap. The amount was just enough for her to eat for two meals.

The dishes were clearly her favorites.

He was still the same thoughtful and caring older brother, but she always felt that something was off.

She closed the refrigerator door, walked to the sofa, sat down, and sat there, hugging her knees for a while, lost in thought.

Perhaps my brother is still angry about what happened yesterday?

Or perhaps he really did go to Ah Jie's house to help out, and she was just overthinking it?

……

On the other side, Gu Qin parked his car in front of the Lin family's house, turned off the engine, removed the key, and strode to the door to ring the doorbell.

The person who opened the door was Aunt Zhang—the Lin family's nanny. I heard that she had been working for the Lin family for a long time and had practically watched Lin Zhiyan grow up.

Gu Qin was much more polite to this middle-aged woman than to Lin Zhiyan. He nodded slightly to her and said...

"Aunt Zhang, I'm looking for my cousin. I need to ask him for a favor. Is he home?"

Aunt Zhang stood at the door, wiping her hands on her apron repeatedly, her expression somewhat troubled.

She wasn't the type to lie, and at that moment her eyes were nervously drifting towards the second floor as she stammered.

"Yes, it's Young Master Gu. He's sick today and can't see anyone."

"Are you sick? Is it serious?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Qin frowned and glanced at the stairwell behind her.

"I guess so."

What does it mean to count as?

Gu Qin's gaze returned to Aunt Zhang's face, and he keenly noticed the unnaturalness on her face.

"If it's so serious, why didn't you go to the hospital?"

he asks.

Aunt Zhang's lips moved slightly, and she stammered even more.

"I saw a doctor, he came and said I need to rest at home and not see any visitors."

Gu Qin is not stupid.

He grew up in an environment of exclusion and suspicion, and has an almost instinctive sensitivity to subtle changes in other people's expressions and tone of voice.

Aunt Zhang's eyes were darting around, and her fingers were still twisting together on her apron—she was clearly feeling guilty.

He couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Previously, Lin Zhiyan had repeatedly told him, "Aqin, you can come to me with any problems you have," and "I'm your cousin, I won't ignore you if you need anything."

He spoke with such sincerity when he said those words, but now that he's actually come knocking, they won't even let him in. They're sending a nanny with a fake illness as an excuse to fob him off.

Sure enough, all these upper-class people are the same.

hypocritical!

He turned and left with a cold face.

Aunt Zhang watched his retreating figure, opened her mouth as if to call out to him, but in the end she said nothing, sighed and closed the door.

She then walked to the door of Lin Zhiyan's bedroom on the second floor and spoke softly through the door.

"Young Master, Young Master Gu has already left."

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, with only a bedside lamp casting a warm yellow glow.

Lin Zhiyan sat on the edge of the bed, holding a mirror in her hand, staring intently at the two lines of words on her face that she could not wash off no matter how hard she tried.

"I see."

He responded to Aunt Zhang, his voice so calm that no emotion could be detected.

Aunt Zhang didn't leave immediately.

She stood outside the door, her fingers gripping the edge of her apron, her wrinkled face etched with worry.

"Young Master, are you really alright?"

"I'm fine, Aunt Zhang, you don't need to worry."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang sighed.

She noticed something was wrong as soon as the young master returned from the Su family yesterday.

When he returned, his face was completely covered, with only his eyes showing. He didn't even look at her before going upstairs without saying a word.

When she brought him dinner later, he only opened the door a crack, reached out and took the tray, but still didn't show his face.

She didn't know what had happened, but the young master had always been calm and composed, and she had never seen him act so abnormally before.

But she couldn't get the information out of the young master if he didn't want to talk about it.

Finally, Aunt Zhang had no choice but to turn around and go downstairs.

Once the footsteps outside had faded into the distance, Lin Zhiyan put away the mirror and then picked up her phone to dial a number.

The other party answered quickly, their voice respectful yet efficient.

"Young Master, is there anything I can help you with?"

Lin Zhiyan's voice was calm.

"He Jiu, bring someone over. Remember, don't let anyone find out."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, he leaned against the headboard, his fingertips gently touching the words on his cheek, his eyes filled with darkness.

……

Ah Jie unscrewed a bottle of soda and placed it in front of Wen Fan. He then unscrewed another bottle, took a big gulp, and plopped down in the chair opposite him, pointing at him with the bottle.

"What's wrong with you today? Why did you suddenly come to my house?"

Wen Fan turned her gaze away from the window and met A-Jie's probing eyes, then lowered her gaze.

"Nothing much, I just haven't been here in a long time and wanted to come and visit."

"Don't give me that," A-Jie said, completely unconvinced. "You, who's always glued to your sister's side, why are you spending your day off at my house just sitting there doing nothing? And for half a day straight? Did you and your sister have a fight?"

"No," Wen Fan's eyes flashed very quickly when he heard the word "sister," so quickly that A-Jie almost didn't notice. "We didn't quarrel."

Ah Jie stared at him for a few seconds, trying to find some clue on his face, which always wore a gentle mask.

But when Wen Fan doesn't want to talk, he's like a piece of impenetrable jade, smooth and warm, you can't even find a crack when you tap him.

Ah Jie finally gave up the interrogation, sighed, and stood up.

"Fine, if you don't want to say, then forget it. You can stay if you want. I'll cook dinner. Will you stay for dinner tonight?"

"Um."

After A-Jie walked away, Wen Fan couldn't help but start to space out.

The thought of Wenqing stirred his heart again, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what he did.

I simply gave up.

What Ah Jie didn't know was that they hadn't argued; it was that he was afraid to go back.

Just then, my phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, his expression freezing slightly.

The name displayed on the screen was completely unexpected—Lin Zhiyan.

He stared at those three words for a moment, and finally answered the phone.