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

Inside the quiet, enclosed train carriage, a cheerful telephone ring suddenly broke the silence.

The shrill ringing of the bell was particularly jarring in the cramped space, like a blunt knife cleaving through the stifling silence inside the car.

Wenqing subconsciously looked down at her phone screen and found that it was Zhenzhen calling.

Before she could react, the man's gaze swept over her, pressing heavily on the back of her hand, as if silently reminding her.

As she hesitated whether to answer the call, the man looked away, crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, turned his face to the window, and spoke in a cold and concise tone.

"You can answer, but remember not to let her notice anything."

With tenderness, she swiped to answer the call and held the phone to her ear.

Zhenzhen's voice poured out of the receiver like a floodgate opening, urgent and bright, carrying undisguised worry and a hint of suppressed panic.

"Xiao Qing! Did you really go out with your friends? Nothing happened, right?"

"Sister Zhenzhen, I'm fine, I'm really with my friends."

Wenqing kept her voice steady while secretly observing the man's reaction beside her.

He remained with his arms crossed, facing the car window, his profile cold and hard, showing no sign of impatience or dissatisfaction.

"Which friend of yours? Is it the girl surnamed Su that you told me about before?"

Zhenzhen pressed for an answer.

"...It's her."

"Where did you guys go? Why didn't you tell me beforehand? This is so sudden! I thought you had disappeared. What if something happened to you? How am I supposed to explain this to your brother...?"

Zhenzhen spoke faster and faster, her tone revealing an barely suppressed lingering fear.

"Sister Zhenzhen, I'm sorry, but don't worry, we're just going out to have some fun..."

Wenqing interrupted her rapid-fire speech, softening her voice and adding a touch of reassurance.

"We plan to see the new art exhibition that opened downtown, and after that, we'll probably stroll around the pedestrian street next door, and then head back around 6 pm..."

Zhenzhen listened on the other end, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

She let out a long breath, her tone changing from questioning to a slightly reproachful complaint.

"You two are really something, not even making plans in advance. When I got back, I found no one at home, which scared me to death. I searched every room and called you, but no one answered... Luckily, I found a note you left on the coffee table, otherwise I really would have called the police."

My tender heart twitched slightly.

"I'm so sorry, Zhenzhen, for making you worry. I didn't expect her to come see me today. We originally planned to meet at another time, but my friend really wanted to see this art exhibition, so I came with her..."

Her tone was filled with remorse.

As she said this, a cool breeze suddenly blew in from the side, ruffling the stray hairs by her ear.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the man had rolled the car window down most of the way and was leaning on the window frame with his elbow, looking out with a furrowed brow.

I don't know if he thought she was talking too much and making too much noise, or if he simply felt the car was too stuffy.

However, since he didn't say anything, she pretended that he hadn't heard anything and continued talking to Zhenzhen on the other end of the phone.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I was just saying it casually."

Zhenzhen's emotions came and went quickly. Her voice regained its usual cheerful tone, but then she suddenly paused.

"By the way, is your friend next to you?"

The warmth in his back instantly tightened.

She glanced to the side, and the man turned his head, his gaze falling on her phone screen, his cold eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yes," she said.

"Then why can't I hear her voice? It's too quiet over there," Zhenzhen's tone became more alert again. "Let her say something to me, I want to hear it."

Wenqing's fingers, which were holding the phone, froze.

Several excuses flashed through her mind: her friend was inconvenient, she was in the bathroom, she was not good with words... but she felt that Zhenzhen might hear through any of them.

At that moment, the man next to her suddenly reached out, palm up, and slightly raised his chin towards her, indicating that he was handing over the phone.

Zhenzhen waited for a few seconds without hearing a response, and her alertness returned.

"Xiao Qing? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you...?"

Halfway through the conversation, a soft female voice suddenly came through the receiver, gentle in tone and with a natural hint of embarrassed laughter.

"Hello Zhenzhen, I'm Xiaoqing's friend. I was looking for directions and didn't have time to say hello, sorry."

Zhenzhen was clearly taken aback for a moment, and then the wariness in her voice deflated like a punctured balloon, replaced by a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh, you were there. I'm so sorry, I was just worried about her, I didn't mean anything by it..."

"It's okay. I understand Zhenzhen's concern. Xiaoqing often talks about you, saying that you take special care of her."

The gentle female voice continued to exchange pleasantries with composure, her tone carrying just the right amount of politeness and intimacy.

"Really? What did she say about me? Did she say I'm too long-winded? Let me tell you, this girl is spoiled rotten by her brother; she needs someone to watch over everything she does..."

She said you cook very well and that you are the most loyal older sister she has ever met.

Zhenzhen was overjoyed by the flattery and laughed.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Zhenzhen's tone completely relaxed before hanging up. She said, "Have fun," and then ended the call.

Wenqing took the phone from the man; the call had ended.

She was still in shock from what she had just witnessed. That face, as cold as stone, had suddenly opened to a sweet, delicate female voice, the tone perfectly controlled, the pleasantries flowed seamlessly, as if it were real.

She subconsciously glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw him calmly put a small silver device back into the inside pocket of his coat. The device was about the size of a matchbox, and its metal casing flashed in the light.

When the man saw her looking over, he kindly explained something to her.

"This is a voice changer."

Voice changer?

Wen Qing looked at the little thing with curiosity. Lin Zhiyan's people were all equipped with this kind of thing. This equipment was too complete.

The man noticed her probing gaze, glanced at her sideways, and said in a cold tone, "What are you still looking at?"

"Oh, I'm not watching anymore."

Wen Qing quickly looked away and sat up straight.

He looked at her tense body and softened his tone.

"Don't worry, the young master won't do anything to you. He just wants you to come over and ask you a few questions. As long as you don't tell anyone, you and your family will be safe."

Wen Qing curled her lip upon hearing this and silently rolled her eyes in her mind.

So this is a threat. On the surface, it sounds nice: "Please come over here," "We won't do anything to you," "You and your family are safe." Every word is polite, but put together it means "If you don't cooperate, neither you nor your brother will have a good time."

As expected of Lin Zhiyan's subordinate, even threatening people is done with such politeness.

Seeing that Wenqing was behaving herself, the man said nothing more.

He leaned back in his seat, crossed his arms again, and faced the window. The carriage fell silent once more.

Wen Qing couldn't help but steal a glance at the man's indifferent profile, wondering to herself as she asked the system.

"Why doesn't the irresistible fragrance work on him? Has it worn off?"

"The allure of a charming body odor works on everyone, but the strength of the effect varies from person to person. If the target is someone with extremely strong willpower, high emotional self-control, or a naturally high emotional threshold, the effect of the body odor will be greatly reduced, manifesting as 'mild attraction' rather than 'obsessive infatuation.' Judging from the data, the person next to me belongs to this type."

The system explained.

Wenqing reluctantly accepted this explanation.

Well, it seems it really depends on the individual.

However, judging from this, Lin Zhiyan should be the opposite type.

But she didn't notice that the man maintained a distance of more than half a seat from her the entire time, and his posture facing out the window never changed.

Once, she unconsciously shifted her sitting posture a little closer to the center, and almost simultaneously he shifted half an inch to the side, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and his profile becoming even more taut.

……

The car arrived at the Lin family villa.

Wen Qing got out of the car and followed the man named He Jiu inside.

Compared to the Su family's villa, Lin Zhiyan's villa is smaller, but it looks more refined and minimalist.

When they reached the door of a room on the third floor, He Jiu stopped, pushed the door open, and stood to the side of the door, gesturing for her to go in.

Wen Qing glanced at his lowered, respectful eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped into the room.

The room was pitch black.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the lights were off. Only a sliver of light leaked through the crack in the door, barely outlining the room's shape.

The air was filled with a faint scent of ink and a certain crisp woody fragrance, which together created a cool and sophisticated atmosphere.

She stood in the darkness, her eyes still adjusting, searching for Lin Zhiyan's figure.

"Miss Wen, were you looking for me?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind her, close to her earlobe, and warm breath brushed against the back of her ear and the side of her neck.

Wen Qing felt her hair stand on end and instinctively took a step back. Unfortunately, her heel tripped on the edge of the carpet, and she suddenly fell backward.

But then a hand firmly wrapped around her waist, and once she was steady, the hand withdrew cleanly without lingering.

Then, with a snap, the light came on.

Lin Zhiyan stood before her, wearing a light gray cashmere cardigan, tall and straight, with glasses on, his posture relaxed and composed, like a noble young man strolling in a castle.

But when the gaze fell on his face... those two lines of text were still clearly imprinted on his left and right cheeks.

It was as if two glaring tattoos had been etched onto his noble face, ruining the overall aesthetic and adding a touch of absurdity and eeriness.

Wen Qing couldn't help but guiltily look away.

Seeing her guilty expression, Lin Zhiyan smiled slightly.

"Now you're feeling guilty? How did you even have the nerve to write on my face back then, huh?"

Wen Qing took out ink remover from her pocket and placed it on the coffee table next to her. Her eyelashes were lowered, and her tone was unusually honest.

"Mr. Lin, this is for you."

Lin Zhiyan looked down at the inconspicuous little bottle on the coffee table, but did not reach for it.

He took a step forward, bent down slightly, and looked at her face from behind his glasses, squinting as he scrutinized her for a while.

Then he reached out and pinched her chin, his fingertips slightly cool, his fingertips touching her soft skin, and gently lifted her face to face him.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes behind his glasses narrowed, and his gaze swept inch by inch from her eyes to her lips, then back from her lips to her eyes.

"I think something's wrong with you," he said suddenly.

Unable to turn her head because he was holding her chin, Wen Qing glanced sideways and asked, "Something's not right?"

"Are you using some kind of addictive perfume?"

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained a blank and innocent expression on her face and blinked.

"What kind of addictive perfume? Mr. Lin, have you been reading too many novels?"

Lin Zhiyan remained noncommittal, but stared at her for a few more seconds before letting go, picking up the bottle of ink remover from the coffee table, and turning to go into the bathroom.

He came out a few minutes later, his face clean and refreshed.

With his dark hair, fair skin, and glasses, he exuded a gentle demeanor, transforming back into the refined and composed gentleman he once was, flawless and impeccably elegant.

Wen Qing stood up from her chair: "Mr. Lin, may I leave now?"

Lin Zhiyan smiled slightly, walked around the desk to her, picked up the glass water pitcher on the table, poured a glass of water, and then pushed it in front of her, her movements elegant and natural.

"Have some water first, I have something to ask you."

Wenqing glanced at him warily, but his expression was frank and gentle, as if he really just wanted her to stay and chat a little longer.

She hesitated for a moment, then picked up the cup and took a few sips.

The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

She was indeed a little thirsty.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" She put down her cup.

Lin Zhiyan sat down behind the desk, her posture relaxed, like an elder chatting with a junior.

The smile on his lips deepened slightly: "Don't rush, let's begin."

Sure enough, he started asking questions.

But the questions were all very mundane, such as how long you've been studying at the art studio, what kind of paintings you like, and whether Su Yilan has asked you to go out recently.

Wenqing answered each question with warmth. At first, I was quite wary, but the questions were so ordinary that they seemed like casual conversation between friends, with no traps to be wary of.

Her tense nerves gradually relaxed without her even realizing it.

Then she suddenly felt very sleepy, so sleepy that it felt like someone was hanging two pieces of lead on her eyelids.

Her speech slowed down, the intervals between sentences grew longer, and the Lin Zhiyan in front of her seemed to multiply from one to two.

She suddenly realized something was wrong, dug her fingernails into her palm, and forced herself to open her eyes.

But the drowsiness was too strong, surging up like waves, pulling her consciousness downwards little by little.

She looked at the glass of water in front of her, then at Lin Zhiyan—he was quietly watching her, his eyes revealing a hint of surprise and a faint smile.

They seemed to find it funny that she got sleepy while talking.

"Don't force yourself," his voice suddenly came from afar, deep and steady, with a strange soothing power, "Sleep peacefully, everything will be alright."

So Wenqing fell asleep.