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

Su Jilan glanced at the two girls' overly casual attire in the rearview mirror and said to the driver indifferently, "Let's go to Jinyu Studio first."

Soon after, the car stopped in front of a private styling studio. Su Jilan was obviously familiar with the designer there. As soon as she entered, she simply said, "Pick out two suitable outfits for the two of them," and the designer immediately got to work, understanding her intention.

In less than ten minutes, Wen Qing was stuffed into a smoky pink dress. The hem of the dress was just past her knees, and a thin ribbon was tied around her waist, which made her already slender waistline even more prominent.

Su Yilan changed into a simple pale yellow dress, twirled in front of the mirror, and then took several photos with Wen Qing with her phone. Finally, she reluctantly got back into the car after being urged by her mother.

The car got back onto the main road and headed towards the outskirts of the city.

Inside the car, Wen Qing took out her phone and glanced down, only to find that the message she had sent to her brother was still lying quietly in the chat box, unanswered.

She had previously posted a message saying that Su Yilan's mother, Aunt Su, was taking her and Su Yilan to the Gu family's birthday banquet and that they might be home late.

This time she explained the reason in detail, just in case her brother worried and overthinking.

But to my surprise, my brother never returned.

My brother usually replies to messages very quickly, but today so much time has passed and there's still no word from him.

She reassured herself that he was probably busy.

But then she started staring blankly at her phone screen, her thumb unconsciously rubbing her index finger.

She felt that her brother had been acting a little strange these past few days.

He would sometimes space out, standing in front of the stove for a long time with a spatula in his hand, until the pot started to smoke and he would suddenly come back to his senses.

Sometimes when she looked up from the painting, she would suddenly find him sitting opposite her, staring straight at her with eyes as black as a deep well and no expression on his face, like a quiet sculpture that was so still it was unsettling.

But once she notices, he quickly puts away that expression, his eyes crinkling into a gentle smile, as if nothing had happened.

She tried to ask him why he kept looking at her, and he smiled and said that he had just accidentally become engrossed in looking at her.

His tone was natural, and his reasons were perfect, but she still felt that something was not quite right.

There's something even stranger.

Every morning when she woke up, the wound on her calf that had begun to heal would itch slightly, as if it had been gently rubbed with something moist and cool.

She checked the gauze, and it was all applied by herself; there were no signs of it being removed.

But that faint itching sensation appears every morning.

Moreover, her wound healed faster than the doctor had predicted.

She couldn't understand these unusual things.

……

The car turned onto a private driveway lined with plane trees on both sides, at the end of which stood a brightly lit villa.

The Gu family's private villa in the suburbs covers a large area. The main building is a three-story European-style building with neatly trimmed ivy climbing all over the exterior walls. It looks quite old and exudes the rich heritage of the old Qian family.

The villa garden was filled with round tables and white chairs, each table adorned with flowers and candlesticks, while waiters carried trays among the guests.

A small string platform was set up in the center of the lawn, where several musicians were playing soft chamber music. The melodious music mingled with the guests' quiet conversations and laughter, drifting in the wind.

As Su Jilan led her three children inside, people greeted them almost every few steps.

She wore a polite and generous smile, calmly responding to everyone's greetings.

Su Yilan and Su Yian were clearly used to this kind of occasion, politely addressing the uncles and aunts, and occasionally nodding to familiar peers, their demeanor natural and at ease.

But when the guests’ gazes fell on Wen Qing, they couldn’t help but linger for a moment longer.

Who is this pretty, unfamiliar girl in a smoky pink dress following behind Su Jilan?

"This is my friend's daughter; she came over to play today."

Su Jilan always introduced things this way, in a natural tone, leaving no room for others to ask further questions.

The guests put their doubts aside after hearing this, and some even praised her for being beautiful and having a good temperament.

Wen Qing felt a little uncomfortable being praised, and her fingers subconsciously reached out to tug at the hem of her skirt, but before her hand could touch it, Su Yilan grabbed it.

Su Yilan held her hand and gently comforted her.

Su Jilan noticed her unease and tilted her head slightly to give her a reassuring smile.

"Don't be nervous, these people are unimportant. You don't need to pay too much attention to them. Just have fun with Lanlan afterwards."

The four walked into the garden, and Su Jilan was quickly pulled away by several business partners. Before leaving, she only had time to turn back and tell them, "Have fun at the banquet, but don't cause trouble."

Su Yi'an was also called over by a group of boys of similar age. Before leaving, he waved to Su Yilan, who impatiently waved back, signaling him to hurry up and leave.

In the blink of an eye, only two of the four people remained.

Wen Qing stood still, with Su Yilan beside her happily eating a small cake.

She looked over Su Yilan's shoulder and saw three girls of similar age standing not far away next to a spherical osmanthus tree. Two of them were whispering to each other, while the tallest one kept glancing over with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation, as if hesitating whether to come over and say hello.

"Susu, aren't you going to find some other people to play with? Those girls over there seem to know you."

Wenqing suddenly looked at her and said.

Su Yilan glanced in the direction she was pointing, then turned back without a care and continued digging into her little cake.

"Why would I want to see them? You and I are enough. Besides, I'm not that close to them. I've only met them a few times at banquets with my mother before, and we're just nodding acquaintances."

As they were talking, the tall girl seemed to have finally made up her mind and pulled her two companions toward them.

As the three approached, Wen Qing could see their faces clearly; they were all dressed very elegantly.

The tall girl wore a royal blue fishtail dress, while the other two wore a pink mini-skirt and a champagne-colored maxi dress, respectively. Their makeup and hairstyles were clearly the work of professional stylists.

They stopped in front of Su Yilan, and the taller girl spoke first, her tone polite but with a hint of tentative intimacy.

"Ms. Su, it's been a long time. We chatted at the charity gala last time. I wonder if you still remember me?"