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

Wenqing listened to the suppressed and heavy breathing beside her ear, and felt the skin on the back of her neck that had been sucked begin to burn again.

The air inside the closet seemed to grow increasingly ambiguous. With each breath, she could smell Wen Fan's scent. Her back was almost pressed against his chest, and she could feel the frantic pounding of his heart through the thin fabric, mingling with her own racing heartbeat.

Wenqing's cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but quietly move forward a few inches, shifting her back away from his chest, trying to create a little more space between them.

But as soon as she moved, Wen Fan's arm tightened instinctively, pulling her back.

"Don't move." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

Wen Qing immediately froze, too afraid to move.

To ease the awkwardness, she blurted out the first question that popped into her head: "Brother, how did you get drugged? Was it the Gu family's butler?"

Wen Fan smelled the faint fragrance in the air and suppressed the urge to bury his face in her neck again. His Adam's apple bobbed several times before he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"It was him. He said he needed to move some wine, and while I was bending over, he drugged me. When I woke up, I was tied to a chair, and then he had someone force-feed me more drugs..."

He paused, a cold, dark glint flashing in his eyes.

Wenqing pieced together the fragmented information revealed by the comments and what he had said, and roughly figured out the whole story.

The butler must be one of Gu Ling's people.

Gu Ling harbored deep hatred for her younger brother Gu Qin, who had suddenly returned to the scene, and wanted to ruin him at his father's birthday banquet. So she had the housekeeper bring Wen Fan here and drug him, probably hoping to create a scandal by having him and Gu Qin appear in the room at the same time.

She recalled this scene from the original novel, where Gu Ling wanted to expose Gu Qin's entanglement with a man, but was stopped by Gu Qin and Lin Zhiyan.

The plot may have gone astray, but the core structure remains.

However, the story will obviously follow the same trajectory as the original work. Gu Ling will not succeed in the end, and the comments section will see what the viewers want to see. At the same time, Gu Qin and Wen Fan will be forced to form some kind of bond during this turmoil.

If she wasn't mistaken, this was probably the ultimate goal of the world's consciousness—to use this replacement plot to make up for the damaged first encounter storyline.

Unfortunately, judging from the reactions in the comments, the effect was not good.

Wen Qing thought of the person lying on the ground outside and couldn't help but ask Wen Fan.

"Who hit that person outside whose face was covered in blood?"

"I hit him," Wen Fan admitted.

Wen Qing wasn't too surprised. She had already guessed it earlier. There were only two people in the room at the time, so it was very likely that her brother had done it.

But she was curious about what exactly happened, so she asked.

Ke Wenfan did not answer immediately.

He remained silent for a few seconds, a gloom and coldness she had never seen before rising between his brows and eyes.

He remembered that disgusting face—when he was tied to the chair and unable to move, that man walked up to him, bent down, looked him up and down with his murky eyes, a nauseating smile on his lips, and said a lot of vulgar things.

The way that person looked at him made him feel nauseous, a nausea that seemed to seep into his very bones.

He remembered breaking free of the ropes, grabbing the table lamp from the table and smashing it over his head, feeling a surge of pleasure and violence as blood gushed from his forehead.

He said some foul things.

Wen Fan gave a brief reply, his tone light, but Wen Qing could hear the turmoil beneath that understated words.

She didn't ask any further questions.

Just then, a series of footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by indistinct voices.

Wen Qing and Wen Fan exchanged a glance.

The cabinet doors were tightly closed, with only a few very thin louvered gaps letting in a sliver of light.

She held her breath, her body unconsciously shrinking back until her back pressed against Wen Fan's chest again.

He raised a hand and gently pressed it against her shoulder; his palm was burning hot.

The door was pushed open.

Several footsteps filed in, followed by a moment of silence.

Then a stern but impatient male voice rang out: "Butler, is this the room you requested?"

It sounds like Gu Bo'an's voice.

The butler's voice followed, carrying a forced composure and a sense of being caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.

"Yes...yes, sir, this room is on the third floor, away from the banquet hall, it's quieter...I definitely checked it, it shouldn't be like this..."

"What did you say?" Gu Bo'an's voice rose several decibels, his impatience seeping like knives from every word. "I told you to find a quiet room to talk, and you found—what's going on here? Why is there someone lying on the floor?"

Someone discovered the unconscious person next to the sofa.

The man lay face down in a pool of blood, blood still slowly seeping from the wound on his head, staining half his face red.

A timid guest cried out in surprise and took several steps back.

Another person crouched down and checked the person's breathing, then looked up at the others and said that the person was still breathing.

Gu Bo'an was furious and demanded to know what was going on.

The butler's voice shattered completely, and he murmured the word "It's over" repeatedly.

Outside the cabinet, there was chaos. Some people were calling an ambulance, some were trying to calm Gu Bo'an down, and some were whispering about who did it.

Inside the closet, Wen Qing held her breath, her back pressed tightly against Wen Fan's burning chest.

In the darkness, he held her hand, his palm burning hot, yet his grip was extremely light and restrained, loosely holding her fingers as if afraid that he would crush her if he used too much force.