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

When Wen Qing woke up the next morning, just like the day before, Wen Fan was no longer in the house.

He left quietly.

The room was deserted and lifeless.

Wenqing walked barefoot into the living room, where a note was still lying on the coffee table.

She picked up the note, and the contents were similar to what she had expected: Eat well, don't walk barefoot in the house, Zhenzhen will be coming over today, around ten o'clock, don't open the door if anyone knocks before then, call me if anything happens, your brother will be back soon and bring you some delicious food from City C.

His tone was as caring and considerate as ever, leaving no room for criticism.

But Wenqing felt that her brother seemed to be avoiding her.

Why?

She put on her slippers and sat down on the sofa.

The house was so quiet that she could hear the ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock in the living room, each tick striking her heart.

She couldn't help but ask the system, "System, why is my brother suddenly so cold towards me? Did I do something wrong?"

The system was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"I think... it might be related to the 'Popularity' body fragrance experience card' prop."

"This? Didn't you say that family ties wouldn't..."

"Family ties do not produce the same emotional shifts or strong addictive reactions as those with strangers."

The system explained smoothly.

"But family members can also have an irresistible urge to be close to the host. The stronger the feelings the person originally had for the host, the more deeply they will be affected. This urge manifests as an extreme desire to be with the host, an unwillingness to separate, and an excessive desire for contact with the host, just like a mother's feelings for her newborn baby."

baby?

Wen Qing's expression stiffened slightly.

"Wen Fan's affection for the host is much deeper than that of ordinary people, so he is more affected. I guess he may not be able to understand the strong emotions that suddenly arose in him... He doesn't understand why he wants to stay by the host's side and want to be close to the host like a mother wants to her baby."

The system's electronic voice remained flat, but Wenqing felt as if it had sighed.

"He couldn't understand or control his emotions, so he chose to leave temporarily."

After hearing the system's explanation, Wen Qing's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

It turned out to be the case.

Her brother wasn't angry with her, nor did he not care about her anymore; he just cared too much, so much that he himself felt something was wrong and needed to find a place to calm down.

No wonder he didn't dare look her in the eye yesterday, and he would turn away when she lunged at him.

However, this analogy used by the mother to describe her baby is rather strange.

"This tool," she asked somewhat helplessly, "is it really that effective?"

"The 3-day trial card for the 'Charming Body Fragrance' is a test version item launched for the first time in the store. Some of the effect parameters exceeded the initial expectations in actual operation. The system has submitted a feedback report to the store's backend, and it is expected that corresponding adjustments will be made in subsequent versions."

Wenqing leaned back on the sofa with a helpless expression.

Is it still a beta version?

She spent fifty points of affection to buy herself a beta item that was still in the public beta phase.

The side effects were much greater than she had imagined; the "effects" were simply too good, and she felt it wasn't worth it.

However, even the most powerful items only last for three days, and will automatically expire when the time limit is reached.

My brother said he'd be away on a business trip for two or three days, by which time the props would have already expired. Everything should be back to normal by the time he gets back.

Just think of it as her brother going out to calm down for a few days; she just needs to get through these few days peacefully.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Wenqing stood up from the sofa, walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole.

Standing outside the door was a young woman with a neat high ponytail, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, carrying a bulging large canvas bag. It was Zhenzhen, whom we hadn't seen in a long time.

Wen Qing composed herself and made sure that nothing seemed amiss on her face before opening the door.

"My little love!"

As soon as Zhenzhen saw her, she opened her arms and rushed over, hugging her tightly so much that Zhenzhen had to take half a step back before she could regain her balance.

"Long time no see! When your brother told me he was going on a business trip, I thought I misheard... He's the kind of person who'd rather have you tied to his belt, how could he leave you alone at home?"

Wenqing rested his chin on Zhenzhen's shoulder, and smelled her warm and clean scent, as warm as the sun.

This warm, casual hug was like a gentle current, dispelling much of the chill that had been lingering in her heart since she woke up that morning.

She reached out and hugged Zhenzhen back, a smile unconsciously curving her lips: "Sister Zhenzhen, it's been a long time."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhenzhen suddenly buried her face in her neck, took a deep breath with her nose pressed against her skin, and her voice was muffled with a hint of intoxication.

"Honey, what perfume are you wearing? It smells amazing! You always smell good, but it smells even better today. Did you switch brands?"

Wenqing felt a tickle on her neck from her breath, shrank her shoulders, and scratched her cheek guiltily as she explained.

"I didn't wear perfume, I just used a pretty fragrant shower gel."

"What shower gel? Tell me quickly, I want to buy some too!"

Wenqing casually mentioned the name of a popular brand of shower gel.

Zhenzhen had no doubts at all, and while typing in her phone's notes app, she kept saying, "I'll place the order in a bit."

Once inside, Zhenzhen placed her bulging canvas bag on the side of the coffee table, rummaging through things while talking incessantly.

She pulled out several bags of snacks, two boxes of face masks, a portable fan, an umbrella, and finally, surprisingly, a deck of UNO cards.

Wenqing watched as she conjured things out of her bag like Doraemon and couldn't help but laugh.

"Sister Zhenzhen, are you here to keep me company or for camping?"

"Of course I'm here to keep you company!"

He said it with absolute certainty, slamming the UNO card onto the coffee table.

"When you're entertaining someone, you need to have professional skills. Just sitting there is so boring. I'll teach you how to play cards. By the way, your brother's business trip was so sudden. If I hadn't recently quit my job and had some free time, he probably wouldn't know what to do with you. He even wanted to give me some money... Do you think he's out of his mind? Ah Jie and I have worked together at the bar for so many years. With our relationship, taking care of you isn't a big deal. Giving me money would be a slap in the face, wouldn't it?"

The warm smile faded slightly.

Her brother didn't tell her these things.

Zhenzhen didn't notice her change in mood and continued speaking.

"When your brother saw that I absolutely refused to accept the money, he went and bought a bunch of fruit and snacks and delivered them to my house, saying they were some kind of 'thank you gifts.' I thought about it and realized I couldn't refuse, so I accepted them. Besides, if I hadn't accepted them, given your brother's personality, he would have felt guilty and uneasy all the time. You didn't see the way he looked when he bought the things. I don't even remember casually mentioning to him once what I liked to eat, but he remembered it and bought two whole big bags of them."

Wenqing's eyes welled up with tears. Her brother was just that kind of person; he did everything quietly and thoughtfully, which is why he was always well-liked.

Fortunately, the people they met were all nice.

In the evening, Zhenzhen washed up, changed into her pajamas, and crawled into bed.

She must have exhausted herself chatting with Wenqing during the day, because she started snoring softly just a few minutes after her head hit the pillow.

Wenqing lay beside her, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and moonlight leaked in through the gaps, spilling onto the floor.

She rolled over and couldn't resist taking out her phone.

The screen light shone on her face as she opened her chat with Wen Fan. The chat had been going back to a few days ago when she visited the Su family.

Wen Qing stared at it quietly for a while, then couldn't help but send a message.

"Brother, what are you doing? Are you asleep or not?"

The message was sent at exactly 11:54 PM.

Most people should be asleep by now.

She thought her brother had already gone to sleep.

After all, he usually has a very regular schedule, and if he doesn't have a night shift, he will definitely rest before 11 p.m.

I sent this message simply because I felt so upset and wanted to get it off my chest; I didn't expect him to reply right now.

But less than two minutes after the message was sent, a reply popped up on the screen.

"Qingqing, why aren't you asleep yet? It's so late."

His tone was a bit fierce, the way he usually scolded her when she disobeyed.

As Wen Qing looked at those words, her nose suddenly felt a little sore.

She typed, letter by letter: "Can't sleep."

Why can't you sleep?

She typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, finally sending a few words: "I miss my brother a little."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Just when she thought her brother wouldn't reply, she received a message from him.

"Sweetie, get some sleep. Staying up late is bad for your health."

On the other side, Wen Fan held her phone to her chest and lay back on the unfamiliar hotel bed.

The room was pitch black, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the phone screen was pressed against his chest. His heartbeat echoed in the darkness, like drumbeats pounding on his eardrums.

He stared at the dark ceiling, his throat dry and parched.

She said she missed him.

Actually, he missed her too.

Since entering society, the two of them had never been separated for this long, and he was used to having his younger sister by his side all the time.

Habits are terrible, so much so that he felt very uncomfortable being apart from them and couldn't sleep tonight.

While he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang. Wen Fan picked it up and saw that Wen Qing had sent him another message.

"Brother, how are you doing over there?"

Wen Fan paused for a moment, then looked back.

"It's alright, it went relatively smoothly, don't worry too much."

Wenqing paused when she saw the words "smoothly went" on the other end of the line. She pursed her lips, but still managed to send out the worry that had been lingering in her mind all day.

"Brother, did Lin Zhiyan send you on this business trip to get revenge on you?"

This time, Wen Fan replied quite quickly, his tone carrying a clear hint of confusion.

"Take revenge on me? Qingqing, why would you think that?"

"You mean he did it for that Lin family member? Don't worry, Mr. Lin has already assured me that he will keep a close eye on that person."

Wen Qing stared at the words, her pupils suddenly contracting.

She almost jumped off the bed, and a fine layer of cold sweat began to seep from her back.

These words struck her like a bolt of lightning, instantly illuminating the vague thought that had been nagging at her since last night, a thought she had been struggling to grasp.

She finally realized what she had forgotten.

It turns out that my brother never mistook that Lin Zhiyan for the same person as the gentle and refined Lin Zhiyan he knew.

Lin Zhiyan wasn't wearing her glasses that day, and her demeanor and tone were completely different from usual. Even she had to look at her carefully several times before she recognized her.

The older brother, however, was in a state of extreme anger and probably didn't even look closely at Lin Zhiyan's face.

But Wenqing always thought that her brother had recognized Lin Zhiyan.

Since he hadn't asked her anything on the way back, she assumed he had recognized her.

But now she realizes that her brother didn't actually recognize her.

Upon realizing this fact, her first reaction was to tell him the truth as soon as possible.

However, just as she was about to send the message, her intuition suddenly reminded her—don't say it, there might be danger.

Wenqing has always trusted her intuition.

When she was a child, she encountered a human trafficker in an alley. It was this same intuition that told her not to eat the candy offered by the strange woman, and that she should find a way to create an opportunity for Wen Fan to escape.

Now, the same intuition tells her not to tell her brother about Lin Zhiyan.

She slowly put down her phone, frowned in the darkness, and suddenly realized something was wrong with her brother's words.

Lin Zhiyan seems to have deceived her brother.

He seemed to know that his brother hadn't recognized him, so he fabricated a story about a member of the Lin family, making his brother mistakenly believe that the person who provoked him that day was a member of the Lin family, not him.

But why did Lin Zhiyan lie to her brother?

He could have simply told his brother, "That person was me," and then openly confronted them—after all, they had indeed played a trick on him.

But instead of admitting it, he shifted the blame to "that Lin family member," exonerating himself completely, and made up a promise to keep a close eye on that person.

Therefore, he didn't want his brother to know that the person was him.

Why?

Does he not want people to discover his true colors?

Wenqing couldn't figure it out for a moment.

If she tells her brother about this now, it will be the same as letting him know the secret that Lin Zhiyan is trying to cover up.

And what will happen to those who know his secret?

Seeing that Wen Qing hadn't replied, Wen Fan didn't want to continue chatting for her health, so he urged her to go to sleep.

"Qingqing, it's time for you to sleep. Don't stay up late. If you really can't sleep, you can listen to some soothing music. I'm going to sleep too; I have a lot to do tomorrow."

Goodnight, my love.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, temporarily setting aside the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and replied, "Okay, I understand. Goodnight, brother."

The screen dimmed, and the room fell into darkness again.

She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, her mind still racing with thoughts of Lin Zhiyan's purpose.

However, she couldn't figure anything out in the end, and eventually fell asleep due to drowsiness.