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

Feeling the slight tickling sensation in her palm, Wen Qing was slightly taken aback.

She subconsciously looked up at Wen Fan, only to see that he looked perfectly normal, as if her unintentional little action just now was just her imagination.

He didn't look at her; his gaze had already shifted to the direction outside the window, his profile appearing quiet and peaceful in the twilight.

"Brother, I'm going to change my clothes first," she said as usual.

"Mm," Wen Fan responded, releasing his grip.

Wenqing turned and walked towards the room, taking slower steps than usual.

Although the wound on her calf was bandaged, the gauze still caused a dull ache when she walked, rubbing against her trouser leg, and she unconsciously limped slightly.

"etc."

Wen Fan's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Wen Qing froze on the spot as if she had been struck by a pressure point, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

She slowly turned her head, trying to maintain a natural expression of confusion: "What's wrong, brother?"

Why are you walking with a slight limp? Is your leg bothering you?

Wen Fan asked.

"No, no," Wen Qing quickly waved her hand, her mind racing, and she came up with an excuse as soon as she opened her mouth, "It's just that I shopped for too long today, and the soles of my feet are a little sore. You know, the art supply store is so big, and Su Su dragged me around several times, and I was wearing those canvas shoes that didn't fit quite right."

Wen Fan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions.

Taking advantage of the moment he looked away, Wen Qing quickly slipped back into her room, closed the door, leaned against it, and let out a long breath.

She looked down at her loose-fitting pants and touched the bandaged area on her calf, secretly glad she had changed into her gear beforehand.

I guess I've passed my brother's test.

Late at night, the soundproofing in the old residential area is not very good, and you can hear the sound of vehicles driving by outside.

At that moment, the door to the warm room was silently pushed open.

The sound of the latch snapping open was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, a soft click like a pebble dropped into a deep well.

A figure walked in silently, stepping barefoot onto the cold wooden floor, the soles of their feet landing without a sound.

He walked to the bedside, stopped, and looked down at the person sleeping soundly on the bed.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling directly on Wenqing's face.

She lay on her side, the blanket pulled up to her chin, her stray hairs scattered on the pillow, her breathing long and even.

She was fast asleep and completely unaware of his arrival.

Wen Fan stood by the bed for a long time, his gaze sliding inch by inch across her face before finally settling on her legs.

He bent down and, with extremely light and slow movements, lifted a corner of the blanket.

She was wearing pajamas, the cuffs of which had ridden up a little in her sleep, revealing a small section of her slender ankles. Her toes shivered slightly in the cool air, but she didn't wake up.

He reached out, pinched the hem of her pajama pants with his fingertips, and slowly rolled it up.

First the ankle, then the calf, and then... a white gauze appeared in the moonlight.

The bandage was neatly wrapped from above the ankle down to the middle of the calf.

He knew without even taking it off that there must be a large abrasion under the gauze, otherwise it wouldn't need to be wrapped for such a long time.

Wen Fan's fingers stopped at the edge of the gauze, and her fingertips gently covered it.

He kept his head down, and the moonlight couldn't reach his face, only revealing the slightly tense outline of his shoulders.

"Why did you keep it from your brother?"

He suddenly murmured softly.

"When you get hurt outside, the first thing you do when you get home isn't to tell your brother, but to try to hide it... Since when did you stop telling me when you're hurt?"

He did not expect an answer.

The person on the bed was still sleeping peacefully, breathing steadily and deeply.

He sat in the dark for a long time, his fingers gently resting on the gauze.

……

The next morning, Wenqing was awakened by the sunlight streaming in through the window.

She stretched groggily, which aggravated the wound on her calf, causing her to gasp in pain.

She was about to mutter a curse when her gaze suddenly fell on the person sitting on the chair by the bed, startling her so much that she almost jumped out of bed.

Wen Fan sat motionless in the old chair, his hands on his knees.

There were obvious bluish-black marks under his eyelids, and his eyes had several thin blood vessels. It was unclear how long he had been sitting there.

But the moment she woke up and looked at him, the expression on his face immediately changed, returning from that unfathomable depth to his usual gentleness. The corners of his mouth curved up, and he said softly, "Awake?"

"Brother? What are you doing in my room?"

The gentle voice still carried the hoarseness of someone who had just woken up, and she subconsciously hid her injured leg under the covers.

"I was going to wake you up, but you were sleeping so soundly, so I thought I'd let you sleep a little longer."

Wen Fan's gaze fell on her calves hidden under the blanket, a dark and ambiguous emotion flashing in his eyes, but it was so fleeting that Wen Qing barely caught it.

He raised his head again, his tone filled with genuine concern.

"What's wrong with your leg? You seemed uncomfortable when you stretched earlier."

"It's nothing, just a leg cramp. I just woke up and my calf twitched..."

Wen Qing rubbed the back of her head and chuckled.

"Maybe I walked too much yesterday."

"Would you like me to rub it for you?" Wen Fan asked.

"No, no, no!" Wen Qing quickly refused, her speed even making herself seem suspicious. She hurriedly added, "It doesn't hurt anymore, really. Rubbing it would only make it hurt more."

Wen Fan looked at her quietly for a moment, then didn't press the matter further.

He then stood up and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he turned back to look at her again, his tone exactly the same as usual, gentle and considerate.

"Qingqing, get up and wash up quickly. Don't procrastinate like you always do. I'll make breakfast first. Today I'll make your favorite preserved egg and lean pork congee."

Wenqing nodded obediently and watched him leave the room.

After the door was gently closed, she slowly loosened her grip on the corner of the blanket.

She turned her head and glanced at the chair—the spot where her brother had just sat; a trace of his body heat still seemed to linger on the surface.

But when did he come in? How come there wasn't a sound? And that dark patch under his eyelids, did he not sleep all night?

……

A few days later, with Wenqing carefully concealing the matter, the wound on her leg gradually scabbed over.

She changed her dressings on time every day, and her walking returned to normal. When she lowered her trousers, there was no abnormality at all.

Wen Fan didn't seem to have noticed anything either. He went to get off work and came home as usual every day, made breakfast and dinner, and reminded her to take care of her health.

Everything has returned to normal.

But today, Su Yilan suddenly called Wen Qing.

"Is your leg injury healed?"

Su Yilan's voice came through the receiver, her tone as cheerful as ever, but upon closer listening, there was a hint of hesitation and stammering.

"It's all healed, the scabs have all fallen off, now there's just a tiny mark left."

Wenqing sat on the sofa, rolled up her trouser legs, looked down at the light pink new skin on her calves, and spoke in a light tone.

"That's good, that's good..."

Su Yilan responded twice, and then there was silence on the other end of the phone.

Warmth's sixth sense immediately detected that something was wrong.

Su Yilan is never one to let conversations fall flat. When she makes a phone call, it's like a tap has been turned on, and she can pour out all the things she's seen and heard in a week.

It's really not normal for him to be stammering like this, swallowing back the words that are about to come out.

"Susu, is there something you want to tell me?"

"...Never mind, it's nothing. Anyway, your injury has healed." Su Yilan sighed. "I'll hang up now, my mom's calling me."

The phone hangs up.

Wen Qing stared at the words "Call Ended" on the screen, completely bewildered.

On the other end of the phone, Su Yilan put her phone on the table and covered her face with her hands.

She remembered the phone call she received yesterday.

When the words "Wen Fan" appeared on her phone screen, she didn't think much of it, assuming that Wen Qing was just using her brother's phone to call her.

She answered the phone and said "Feed" in her usual cheerful tone.

Then she heard Wen Fan's voice. Just like his appearance, his voice was gentle and unhurried, but for some reason it made her back tense up slightly.

"Miss Su," he said, "did something happen when you went out last time? I saw that Qingqing had an injury on her leg, and I want to know what exactly happened that day."

Su Yilan's mind went blank at that moment.

Wen Qing repeatedly warned her not to let her brother know, but Wen Fan asked so directly, and his tone didn't seem like suspicion, but rather like he already knew something and was just verifying the details.

She tried to make up an excuse to get away with it, but under Wen Fan's unhurried yet relentless questioning, her defenses crumbled quickly, and she honestly confessed everything that happened that day.

Of course, I emphasized that Wenqing only had a scrape on his calf, which was really not serious and had already been treated. I didn't tell him because I was afraid he would worry too much.

Wen Fan listened quietly on the other end of the phone, remaining silent for a long while.

Then he spoke in that still gentle and calm voice, devoid of any emotion.

"I understand. Thank you for taking care of her back then. You don't need to tell Qingqing about this, so she won't overthink it."

Su Yilan was unable to calm down for a long time after hanging up the phone.

She always felt that there was something inexplicable hidden in that "I understand," but she didn't dare to ask.

She endured it all night, but finally couldn't resist making the call to Wen Qing to sound her out. It turned out that Wen Qing seemed completely unaware that her brother already knew.

Thinking of Wen Fan's almost pathological protectiveness towards his younger sister, Su Yilan felt it was better not to get involved.

In any case, Wen Fan would never hurt Wen Qing; as her older brother, he cares about his sister more than anyone else.

……

A few days later, Wen Qing and Su Yilan came out of the art studio and were discussing which dessert shop to go to when a low-key black luxury car suddenly stopped silently in front of the art studio.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Su Yi'an's delicate face.

He rested one hand on the edge of the car window, his flaxen curly hair was a little messy from the wind, and his tone was somewhat businesslike and hurried.

"Sis, get in the car, we're going to the Gu family's place."

Su Yilan paused, her smile instantly fading, her voice filled with undisguised resistance.

"Didn't I say I didn't want to go?"

"But--"

Just as Su Yi'an was about to speak, a face that looked quite similar to Su Jiqing's, but was more composed and dignified, suddenly appeared behind him.

Su Jilan, dressed in a sharp-tailored suit, looked at Su Yilan with a calm gaze. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable weight.

"Lanlan, how can you not attend your Uncle Gu's birthday banquet? The Su family and the Gu family have business dealings. You are a daughter of the Su family. What kind of behavior is it if you don't attend such an occasion?"

Su Yilan curled her lip in disdain: "Who does he think he is, Uncle Gu to me..."

Su Jilan's face darkened, and her tone carried a hint of rebuke.

"Lanlan, don't speak recklessly. No matter what you think of him, he is still your Uncle Gu."

Su Yilan wasn't afraid of being scolded. She stood there with her neck stiff, looking like she was saying, "You can say whatever you want, but I'm not getting on the bus."

Looking at her daughter's stubborn and unreasonable appearance, Su Jilan's gaze suddenly fell on Wen Qing, who was standing quietly behind her.

The girl, dressed in a simple white top and light-colored trousers, carrying a canvas art bag, stood there quietly without uttering a single word.

Su Jilan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before she spoke, her tone gentler than when she had spoken to Su Yilan earlier.

"Wenqing, would you like to go to Gujia with Lanlan? It's nothing, just a trip. There are many people your age there."

Wen Qing was taken aback, meeting Su Jilan's gentle yet all-knowing eyes.

She instantly understood—Aunt Su hadn't just randomly chosen someone to keep her daughter company; she had taken advantage of the fact that Su Yilan cared about her as a friend.

If she goes, Su Yilan won't be wandering around outside alone.

Since she didn't have anything else to do, she figured it wouldn't hurt to go, so she nodded.

Su Yilan immediately frowned at her mother in dissatisfaction: "Mom! Why did you drag her into this?!"

Seeing that the mother and daughter were about to clash again, Wen Qing quickly tugged at Su Yilan's sleeve and whispered.

"It's okay, I want to go. Anyway, I've never seen anything like this before, so I'll just consider it an opportunity to broaden my horizons."

Su Yilan looked at her mother's unquestionable face, then at her mother's warm and comforting eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally gave in, saying sullenly.

"Alright... but Wenwen, you have to stay with me the whole time. That kind of place is so boring, I'm afraid you'll feel awkward being alone."

She nodded warmly in agreement.

Su Yi'an leaned out of the passenger seat, glanced at Wen Qing, and then spoke to his sister.

"Sis, don't be too resistant. It's just a meal. You can leave right after you finish eating. Nobody can stop you."

"Hmph." Su Yilan opened the back door and let Wen Qing get in first, then got in herself and slammed the door shut.

Su Jilan shook her head slightly, but a helpless smile appeared on her lips.

The car smoothly drove out of the art studio and headed towards the Gu family's home.