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

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Wen Fan stood on A Jie's balcony, holding her phone. The evening breeze carried the smell of cooking oil from the houses downstairs.

He waited a few seconds, but there was still no sound from the other end.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his tone was indifferent yet polite.

"Mr. Lin, what brings you here?"

Lin Zhiyan leaned against the headboard, her gaze quietly fixed on the view outside the window.

He had just made a few tentative questions, asking Wen Qing if she was alright after leaving the Su family yesterday, and how she had enjoyed the banquet. His tone was casual, like a normal greeting.

To his surprise, Wen Fan's reply was brief and restrained. Although his tone was indifferent, there was no anger in that indifference.

He seemed unaware that the person from yesterday was him...

Lin Zhiyan leaned back into the headboard cushion and silently exhaled.

He didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel ironic; that person had caused him a lot of trouble, but in the end, the other party didn't even recognize him.

So his secret is still safe?

This secret was known to no one except Su Jiqing and Aunt Zhang.

Even his parents... his father who was abroad all year round and only asked about the company's performance when he called home, and his mother who had lived in a nursing home since he could remember and whose eyes always looked at him with estrangement and incomprehension... they didn't even know.

But the brother and sister found out about this secret.

From last night until now, he has been sitting alone in the dark room, countless thoughts running through his mind.

He had even considered the most extreme scenario: given the Lin family's resources, it wouldn't be difficult for two people with no background to disappear from the world quietly.

But he quickly rejected that option.

It wasn't because I was soft-hearted, but because it was troublesome.

Wen Fan is alright, but his sister Wen Qing is more involved. She is Yi Lan's new friend, and Ji Qing seems to have some different feelings for this girl.

Besides him, there's also him.

Because of that strange situation, he seemed to have developed a strange affection for the girl, which annoyed him but also subtly influenced him.

The influence was subtle, so subtle that he himself was unwilling to admit it, but it did exist, making it impossible for him to easily make the decision to hurt the brother and sister.

Lin Zhiyan suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and her voice returned to its usual gentle and steady tone.

"Wen Fan, actually I have an important task for you to complete today..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Fan tightened his grip on his phone slightly.

Important task?

He paused for a moment, then asked, "What mission?"

……

In the evening, Wen Fan pushed open the door to her home.

As soon as the door was opened, a series of hurried footsteps came from the living room.

Wenqing rushed out of the room like a kitten that had been waiting all day for its owner to come home.

She ran up to him, her hair flying high behind her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, a big smile spreading across her face.

"Brother, you're finally back!"

She instinctively opened her arms, wanting to throw herself into Wen Fan's embrace, but Wen Fan dodged to the side just before she could.

Wen Qing missed her target. Her arms were still outstretched and hanging in mid-air. Her smile froze slightly as she looked at Wen Fan in confusion.

Wen Fan casually pressed down on her shoulder, looking down at her gently as usual, his tone the same as always.

"Qingqing, what did you do at home today?"

Wenqing's attention was quickly diverted by his words, and she withdrew her arm and began to count on her fingers as she reported her day's itinerary to him.

"I did some drawing today. At noon, I heated up the pork ribs and vegetables from the refrigerator and ate them. After eating, I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen."

"Also, I cleaned my room and living room, put everything on the coffee table back in order, mopped the floor twice, and wiped the leaves of the pothos on the windowsill... The dust on those leaves had been accumulating for a long time, and after wiping them, they were several shades greener."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at him with bright almond-shaped eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, her face full of "Praise me, praise me!"

Wen Fan then noticed that the house had indeed become cleaner.

The clutter on the coffee table was neatly arranged, the floor was mopped until it shone, the leaves of the pothos on the windowsill were wiped clean of dust, and even the cushions on the sofa were loosened and rearranged.

He had been busy with work and taking care of his sister lately and hadn't had time to clean properly. He had planned to take some time to tidy up on this day off, but he didn't expect her to have already finished.

His brow furrowed slightly; his first reaction was not praise but concern.

"Are you alright? Cleaning is so tiring, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, I can handle this much exercise," Wenqing assured, patting her chest. "The doctor said that appropriate exercise is good for recovery. You're just worrying too much about me, brother."

Wen Fan carefully examined her complexion; it was alright, and she didn't seem to be putting on a brave face.

So he felt relieved.

He took a step back, then walked around Wenqing to the coffee table, picked up a water glass, and poured himself a glass of water.

Wenqing followed him like a little tail, standing beside the coffee table, watching his profile as he tilted his head back to drink water, and suddenly asked.

"Brother, what did you do to help Brother Jie today?"

Wen Fan swallowed the water, his throat bobbing.

He didn't answer immediately, but stood in front of the coffee table for a while with an empty water glass in his hand, then walked to the sofa and sat down, remaining silent for a moment.

The atmosphere in the living room quieted down and became somewhat somber.

Wen Qing paused, noticing something was off about him, so she sat down next to him, turned her head to look at his face, and asked cautiously.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Wen Fan raised his eyes.

In that instant, his pupils were pitch black, his gaze fixed on her face, surging with some intense emotion she couldn't decipher, as if he wanted to etch her image deep into his eyes.

Wen Qing shrank back slightly, startled by his gaze.

In a flash, Wen Fan blinked, and the dark circles under his eyes quickly disappeared like the receding tide.

His expression returned to its usual gentle and soft manner, the corners of his mouth curved up, and he reached out to gently rub the top of her head.

"Qingqing, there's something I need to tell you."

Wen Qing stared at him blankly: "What is it?"

Wen Fan lowered her eyelashes, clasped her fingers together on her knees, and spoke calmly.

"I'm going on a business trip for the next two or three days, so I won't be home for those days... I asked Zhenzhen to come and help take care of you. She's unemployed right now, so she's free. I feel more at ease with Zhenzhen around. If anything happens at home, you can call me."

"A business trip?" Wen Qing's eyes widened instantly, her voice rising a half-tone, "Where are you going on a business trip?"

"City C"

City C is in the next province, about an hour away by high-speed rail, so it's not far at all.

Just as Wen Qing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Wen Fan say that he would be gone for two or three days, so she took another breath.

Two or three days...

She has never been separated from her brother for so long since he dropped out of school to start working.

"Why do you have to go on a business trip?" She frowned, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of grievance and confusion. "What business requires you to go out of town?"

"The boss is planning to open a new bar in City C and needs someone to go there and do some market research first."

Upon hearing this, Wenqing's brows furrowed immediately.

Boss?

So it's Lin Zhiyan?

Her heart was immediately filled with vigilance and suspicion.

Why did Lin Zhiyan send her brother on a business trip at this time?

Was it to get revenge on them, and send my brother on a business trip actually to make things difficult for him?

The conspiracy theories in her mind were racing, and Wen Fan gently patted her head at that moment.

"Didn't you say before that you really wanted to live with Zhenzhen? Now's the perfect opportunity. With Zhenzhen by your side, I feel more at ease... Why are you looking so pouty? Don't worry, I'll be back soon..."

Wenqing looked at him, unsure of what to say.

"It's getting late, I'm going to wash up now."

After saying that, Wen Fan stood up and walked to the bathroom. He closed the door, and the sound of running water soon began.

Wen Qing stood there, staring blankly at the blurry figure behind the bathroom glass, not moving.

She felt like something was off, as if she had forgotten something very important...