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

Wen Fan followed the butler toward the basement.

The noise from the banquet hall faded into the distance. After passing through a corridor and descending half a flight of stairs, the surroundings gradually quieted down, and even the sound of the string orchestra playing in the garden turned into a faint buzzing echo.

The wall lamps on both sides of the corridor are spaced far apart, and the light is dim. Every few steps you will step into a brief shadow.

He noticed that he had hardly encountered anyone along the way, not even a waiter.

He stopped in his tracks.

The butler, after taking a couple of steps, noticed he wasn't following and stopped. He turned his head slightly, most of his face hidden in the shadows cast by the wall lamp, and asked in a flat tone, "Is there something you need?"

Wen Fan met his deep, dark, and cloudy eyes, and a strange feeling, hard to explain, passed through her heart. But in the end, she shook her head and smiled.

"It's nothing, I just think this road is a bit out of the way."

The butler turned around and continued walking forward, his voice coming from the shadows, unhurried and deliberate.

"The wine cellar is located on the ground floor of the villa, so it's naturally a bit out of the way."

Watching the butler's swaying figure in the lamplight, Wen Fan pursed her lips and ultimately said nothing more.

Upon reaching the basement entrance, the butler pushed open the door and reached out to turn on the switch on the wall.

After flickering a few times, the fluorescent light stabilized, illuminating rows of neatly stacked wine racks and various cardboard boxes piled up in the corner.

Everything in front of me looks normal.

Wen Fan felt that he had probably overthought things, but a slight unease still lingered in his heart.

But whenever he tried to think about it more deeply, another voice in his mind would say—why think so much? It's just helping the butler carry a case of wine upstairs. Once you're done, you can go back to the bar. Don't you want to hurry back to see Qingqing?

The thought of Wenqing made his heartstrings tighten.

Just before leaving the bar, he saw Fu Anhe leading a strange woman toward Wen Qing.

Why did Fu Anhe go to see her? He punched Fu Anhe twice at the Fu family last time, and he hadn't shown up since. Now he's appeared in front of Wen Qing again.

He understood men like Fu Anhe—they seemed carefree and harmless, but were actually quite shrewd at heart.

He didn't want his sister to have too much involvement with Fu Anhe.

But the butler was already urging him on from ahead, so he had no choice but to pull himself out of his thoughts and head towards the wine rack.

"It's this box," the butler said, pointing to a sealed wooden box in the corner. "Move it upstairs."

Wen Fan bent down to move the box.

Just then, a very faint fragrance wafted from behind.

He immediately sensed something was wrong, but before he could hold his breath, the aroma had already entered his nostrils. Then his consciousness began to dissipate, and the wooden box, wine rack, and fluorescent light in front of him gradually swayed and distorted, finally turning into a blurry halo.

……

Regarding the bullet comments, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask the system. The system was silent for a moment before saying, "I suspect that the world consciousness interfered with the bullet comments."

"Interference? Like when I use a bullet screen blocking card?"

Warmth and surprise.

"Similarly. The World Consciousness has its own mechanism to obscure the perception of bullet comments. When it needs to protect certain key plot points and does not want bullet comment viewers to see them in advance and form expectations, it will activate interference, which is similar to the principle of the bullet comment blocking card used by the host at Su Jiqing's birthday banquet. The only difference is that the host used a store item, while the World Consciousness used narrative permissions."

The system explained.

"Does that mean I'll never see any comments again?"

"No. While the world consciousness possesses certain authority, its power is not limitless. The interference has a limited duration, and the barrage will recover after the interference ends. Just as the host cannot permanently block barrages, the world consciousness cannot permanently obscure them. Essentially, both the host and the world consciousness are playing a game using the same rule system."

After hearing the system's explanation, Wenqing immediately understood.

The comments section is like the eyes of the audience, and the audience's emotions and expectations can in turn affect the plot.

If the world consciousness can make the bullet comments "see" what it wants them to see, while simultaneously obscuring what it doesn't want them to see, it can more effectively guide the direction of narrative pressure.

That's exactly what she planned.

"Does it know that I can see the comments?" Wen Qing suddenly asked after thinking for a moment.

The system paused for a moment, then said, "Uncertain. The world consciousness is not omniscient, but it can sense the flow of narrative pressure. The host has repeatedly used bullet screen information to take evasive actions in the early plot, and this abnormal behavior pattern may have been identified by it. But what specific conclusions it can draw, this system cannot determine."

Wen Qing frowned, about to continue thinking, when a sharp voice came crashing down from behind.

The woman in red, whom she had pushed away earlier, strode angrily to her, grabbed her collar, and pulled her forward half a step with such force.

"Hey, why did you push me just now! Do you know who I am? You think you can just leave without even an apology?"

Wen Qing looked down at the hand gripping her collar, its nails trimmed to a sharp point, then looked up calmly at the woman's face, which was slightly distorted with anger.

Her expression remained unchanged, and her tone was very calm.

"I can apologize, but you have to let go of my hand first."

The woman was probably surprised that she could remain so calm even with her collar being grabbed. She paused for a moment, and her fingers unconsciously loosened their grip a little.

Wenqing took the opportunity to step back half a step, pulled the collar out of her hand, and smoothed out the wrinkled collar.

Then she apologized to the woman politely.

"Miss, I was in a hurry to find someone and had an urgent matter to attend to, so I accidentally bumped into you. It was my fault, I'm sorry."

The woman crossed her arms and snorted, clearly dissatisfied with the insufficiently humble apology.

"That's it? Your apology is so perfunctory! Do you know how expensive this dress is? And that shove you gave me just now almost made me twist my ankle. If I had really twisted it, could you afford to pay for it?"

Seeing the woman being unreasonable, Su Yilan could no longer hold back.

She stepped out from beside Wenqing and stood in front of her, her amber eyes filled with anger.

"Have you had enough? Wenwen has already apologized, what's the point of holding onto this? If you're so precious, then don't stand in the sidewalk. You're blocking people's way and then you blame others for bumping into you? Besides, she didn't do it on purpose. But you came up here and grabbed her collar. What kind of shrewish behavior is that?"

The woman was thoroughly enraged by the word "shrew," and she loosened her arms and took a big step forward, her high heels clicking loudly on the ground.

"Who are you calling a shrew? Is this the kind of upbringing the Su family has?"

Fu Anhe frowned and stepped forward to stand between the two, making a gesture of blocking them with his hand, his tone gentle.

"You two—"

"Get away from me!" The woman was furious and shoved away his outstretched hand.

Fu Anhe was standing next to a waiter carrying a tray when he was pushed and staggered back half a step, his elbow hitting the waiter's tray.

The waiter frantically tried to steady the tray, but it was too late. The entire glass of red wine tipped over, spilling onto the front and cuffs of his suit jacket. The glass shattered on the floor into a transparent flower.

Fu Anhe looked down at his suit, which was soaked and still dripping with wine, and then at the broken wine glass on the floor.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, still wearing that charming smile, his tone so calm it was almost eerie.

"Luckily it was red wine; the dark suit didn't look dirty."

Wen Qing stood by and witnessed the whole thing. Seeing him maintain his composure despite being covered in red wine and looking utterly disheveled, she couldn't help but admire him and feel a pang of sympathy.

However, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed Su Yilan's arm with one hand, and used the other hand to block the woman from view, separating the two of them with her body.

"Alright, stop arguing. Miss, I've already apologized. If you think that's not enough, I'll say it again... I'm sorry... but my friend just said a few words on my behalf and didn't mean anything by it. We're all here for a banquet today; there's no need to make things too ugly."

As she spoke, she gave Su Yilan a wink. Su Yilan received the signal and, although still sullen, at least stopped talking.

Seeing that no one was arguing with her, the woman realized that if she continued to lash out, she would appear like a shrew—the word Su Yilan had used to insult her was clearly still echoing in her mind.

She bit her lower lip, glared at Wen Qing, turned around, and walked away in her high heels.

"I'm so angry! Just because she's wearing a red dress doesn't mean she's the Queen of Hearts. Does she think she knows everyone? What right does she have to criticize the Su family's upbringing..."

"Alright, alright, don't be angry," Wen Qing patted her shoulder. "It's not worth arguing with that kind of person. Look, Dr. Fu didn't say anything even after she splashed red wine all over him."

Su Yilan paused for a moment, then looked around. "Huh, where's Fu Anhe?"

"He left a while ago... probably went to change his clothes... He even smiled at me when he left. I have to say, he has a really good temper."

After saying that, Wen Qing was still worried about her brother. After thinking for a while, she told Su Yilan that she wanted to go find her brother, and Su Yilan said that she would go with her.

So the two asked a passing waiter and learned that Wen Fan had followed the butler toward the basement.

They followed the directions given by the waiter, walked through the increasingly quiet corridor, down the dimly lit staircase, and finally found the basement.

But the door was closed. Wenqing reached out and pushed it, but it didn't budge. She then gripped the doorknob and twisted it a few times, locking it tightly.

With no other option, the two had to return to the bar on the first floor.

The bartender who had been temporarily brought in to fill in was still wiping glasses with his head down.

Wenqing walked quickly to the bar and asked, "Hello, hasn't my brother come back yet?"

The man looked up, recognized her as the girl he had asked earlier, and shook his head: "Not yet."

Wen Qing's brows furrowed even more: "Has he been gone so long and still hasn't come back?"

"Don't worry," the man said kindly, putting down his cup to comfort her when he saw her anxious expression. "He's probably still helping the housekeeper. The Gu family home is so big; they need manpower to move things and set up the place. It's normal that they're temporarily pulling him over to help out when they're short-handed with the housekeeper. You can't expect a grown man to just get lost in someone else's house, can you?"

Wen Qing didn't reply. She nodded reluctantly to the person and said thank you, then turned and pulled Su Yilan away quickly in another direction.

Meanwhile, on the second-floor balcony, Gu Ling held a wine glass, looking down at the lively scene in the garden.

Guests strolled among the flowers and round tables in twos and threes, champagne glasses in hand. The string orchestra had switched to a more soothing tune at some point, and the sunset and lamplight intertwined to create a magnificent yet artificial picture.

He leaned against the balcony railing, a faint smile playing on his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He heard very light footsteps behind him, and a figure silently walked to his side and spoke in a low voice, slightly bowing.

"Young Master, the matter is settled. The person has been arranged in a room on the third floor. The effects of the drug will take about twenty minutes to take effect. Just lure the person up there then."

"very good."

Gu Ling didn't turn around, her voice carrying a lazy, pleasant tone.

He imagined the good show to come—Gu Qin would be publicly humiliated at his father's birthday banquet, entangled with the kind of person his father hated most, and all this in the Gu family's own villa, with so many guests watching and so many eyes witnessing. Even if Lin Zhiyan wanted to protect him, she might not be able to.

Thinking of this, the frustration he felt earlier because of Gu Qin's lack of tact finally dissipated.

However, whether before or after losing his memory, Gu Qin is a very annoying person.

Even though he had been missing for more than ten years, and everyone was used to the fact that the Gu family only had one son.

Why did they have to be brought back? Why didn't they just die outside?

Gu Ling tilted his head back and drank the last drop of wine in his glass, then casually placed the empty glass on the railing and turned to walk into the house.

The show is about to begin, and he needs to find a good spot to enjoy it.

……

On the other side, Wen Qing walked up to the third floor.

Looking at everything before her, she suddenly felt that this place was so deserted that it didn't seem like the same villa.

The corridor was quiet, with several abstract oil paintings hanging on the walls, and the wall lamps emitting a warm yellow glow. All the doors were tightly closed, and it seemed as if no one was there.

The housekeeper and my brother probably won't come here, right?

She looked at the dimly lit corridor ahead, hesitated for a moment, and was about to turn around and go downstairs when she suddenly heard a dull thud behind her.

Her steps faltered instantly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the deathly quiet building, like something hitting wooden furniture.

She listened carefully and found that the sound was still coming from the third room ahead.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to go and take a look.

Wenqing approached quietly and found the door ajar, not completely closed, with a thin ray of light shining through the crack onto the carpet in the hallway.

She peered through the crack in the door; the light was dim, and she could only see a corner of the sofa and an overturned floor lamp.

Then she heard that sound again, like someone groaning in pain.