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

Su Yilan's eyes flickered when she saw the bracelet.

She seemed to remember that when Gu Qin walked over just now, he seemed to be holding something in his hand, something thin and silver, which he flashed in front of her eyes.

Before she could even see what it was, Wen Fan had already thrown a punch.

Now that I think about it, wasn't it just a bracelet?

But why is the bracelet in Wen Qing's hands?

Su Yilan opened her mouth as if to say something, when Wen Fan suddenly glanced at her.

That glance was calm, even gentle.

But that one glance made Su Yilan swallow back the words that were on the tip of her tongue, as if an invisible hand was gently pressing on her throat.

She instinctively avoided his gaze and turned to look at Wen Qing instead.

But Wen Qing was looking down at the bracelet she had found again, the star-shaped pendant swaying gently on her fingertips, completely unaware of the brief but subtle exchange of glances between the two people beside her.

……

The Gu family's birthday banquet finally came to an end as night deepened.

The guests took their leave one by one, and the round tables and chairs in the garden were cleared away by the waiters, and the string orchestra stopped playing.

Not a single thing that happened in the room on the third floor was leaked.

Gu Ling brushed off the unconscious man with a polite excuse.

Although Gu Bo'an was very angry that his carefully arranged banquet was interrupted by this unexpected event, he quickly smiled again after being comforted and persuaded by Gu Ling. He patted his eldest son on the shoulder and said with emotion, "You are so sensible."

At the end of the banquet, Wen Qing and Wen Fan bumped into Gu Ling in the corridor.

At that time, he was seeing off several elderly guests. He was composed and dignified, with a gentle and noble smile on his face. When he saw them, he nodded slightly in greeting. His gaze lingered for a moment on the bruises on Wen Fan's face before he casually looked away.

His expression was so natural that there was no flaw in it, as if he hadn't done anything and it was as if everything that happened in the shadows had nothing to do with him.

His calm and composed demeanor made Wen Qing wonder if she was wrong—perhaps there was someone else behind the scenes.

But who else could it be but him?

……

Gu Qin strode into the second-floor living room, pushed open the door, and was greeted by warm lighting and a burst of laughter.

Gu Bo'an was sitting in the center of the sofa, his face flushed, talking to Gu Ling while holding a half-glass of red wine.

The stepmother and Gu Shuang sat beside them, occasionally chiming in with their own words. The scene of the family of four looked warm and harmonious.

Upon hearing the door open, all four of them looked towards the entrance, their smiles instantly freezing as if a pause button had been pressed.

When Gu Bo'an saw Gu Qin's wrinkled suit, with water stains on the cuffs and collar, he was immediately furious.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you at all from beginning to end of the banquet! So many guests, so many elders, and you didn't see a single one. What kind of behavior is this!"

"Just browsing around," Gu Qin said indifferently.

"Just browsing around?"

Gu Bo'an's voice rose half an octave, and his face flushed red.

"Your brother stayed with you from beginning to end, talking to the guests and shielding you from countless drinks. And what did you do? You didn't even show your face! Look at the birthday present you gave him... what was that? Your brother gave him a painting and calligraphy by a famous artist, and what did you give him? A broken jade pendant strung on a red string, probably some junk you picked up from a street stall!"

Gu Qin pursed his lips. The jade pendant was something he had asked someone to bring back from the Northwest. It wasn't a famous collector's item or an antique, but he had carefully selected it over a long period of time.

But he's too lazy to explain now.

Gu Bo'an didn't understand, and there was no need to explain it to him.

Gu Bo'an continued to criticize Gu Ling, saying how considerate and successful she was, how she excelled at everything she did, how she never caused him any trouble, and how she was now the company's recognized successor.

And Gu Qin? He just hangs out with his cronies, doesn't do anything productive, and has no ambition.

Hearing these harsh words, Gu Qin's hands, hanging by his sides, slowly clenched.

At this moment, Gu Ling suddenly interjected, her tone gentle and considerate: "Dad, Qin is still young, please don't say that about him... He has only been back to the Gu family for a few years, and he is not yet familiar with many of the rules. He will get used to it gradually."

This statement is like pouring a spoonful of oil on a fire.

Gu Bo'an became even more agitated, pointing his finger at Gu Qin and saying, "Look at your brother, he's still speaking well of you even now. When will you learn from him?"

Gu Qin looked at Gu Ling's gentle smile, then at her stepmother on the sofa who looked approving and Gu Shuang who was gloating. The last bit of patience in her eyes finally ran out.

He didn't say anything, turned around, opened the door, and strode out.

"Get out! And don't come back!"

Gu Bo'an's angry rebuke came from behind, accompanied by his stepmother's gentle words of comfort and Gu Shuang's exaggerated voice.

Without turning his head, Gu Qin walked straight down the stairs, pushed open the villa door, leaving the noisy, brightly lit area behind.

The night breeze, carrying the lingering fragrance of flowers from the garden, ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

He stood on the porch, looking up at the starry sky for a while. The stars above him shone quietly, a world apart from the noisy sounds from the living room just moments before.

He curled his lips in a sneer. He had long since given up hope, so wasn't this exactly what he wanted?

A moment later, he took out his phone and called Huang Yi, his voice returning to its usual carefree tone.

"Let's go out and have some fun, invite a few more people, to the usual place."

……

On the other side, the Su family.

Su Jilan looked at the still-bright red handprint on Su Yi'an's face, her brows furrowing into a knot, and asked in a serious tone who had hit her.

Su Yi'an remained silent and did not answer. Su Yilan, who was standing next to him, stepped forward and said in a harsh voice, "I hit him."

Su Jilan turned to look at her daughter, her gaze scrutinizing: "Why did you hit your brother?"

"He got into trouble."

Su Yilan spoke concisely, her chin slightly raised, with a stubborn expression that said, "I hit him, but I did nothing wrong."

"What trouble did you get into?"

Su Yilan shut up and said no more.

Su Jilan looked at Su Yi'an, but Su Yi'an remained silent.

The two siblings remained unusually silent, like two doors closing at the same time.

Looking at the twins who had been a constant source of worry for her since they were little, Su Jilan rubbed her temples and finally sighed.

Back then, she resolutely kicked out the father of her children while she was abroad, gave birth to the twins on her own, and raised them single-handedly. Only she knows the hardships she endured.

She has devoted a lot of effort to raising her children, so she doesn't interfere excessively in the affairs between the siblings unless it's a major issue.

After thinking it over, she stood up and straightened her skirt.

"Since none of you want to talk about it, then forget it. Just don't cause me any big trouble, especially you, Lanlan, you need to control your temper."

After saying a few more words of advice, she got up and left.

Once Su Jilan's footsteps had completely faded away, Su Yi'an looked up at his sister and cautiously asked, "Sister, why didn't you tell Mom the truth?"

"Can't I say no?"

Su Yilan snorted, crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, turning her head to look at her younger brother's face, which still bore the imprint of a handprint, her tone softening slightly.

"Now you can tell me... why did you push Wenwen before? You didn't say a word when you were at the Gu family's house, but now that you're home, you can finally tell me, right?"

Under Su Yilan's bright and direct gaze, Su Yian felt that the words he couldn't say in front of Wenqing suddenly found an outlet.

Su Yi'an lowered his head, his fingers twisted together, and remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"I don't know what came over me at the time... I just suddenly felt very angry. Seeing you constantly circling around her, patting the water off her, talking to her, and almost crying with worry... You've never been this anxious about me before."

His voice was muffled, with a hint of grievance.

"Then I got angrier and angrier, and it seems like I just reached out and did it on a whim. I really don't know why I did that; I'm not usually such a petty person."

"Isn't this being stingy?" Su Yilan said, hands on her hips.

"That's not true at all!"

Su Yi'an's voice suddenly rose a little, then quickly subsided as she looked down at the tips of her shoes.

"It all happened in a split second... By the time I realized what was happening, she had already fallen. I was completely terrified."

"But at that time, there was still a voice in my heart, constantly saying..."

After hearing this, Su Yilan frowned and tapped his head with her knuckles.

"A sound? What sound? Are you just making excuses for yourself because you're not thinking straight?"

She knocked harder, her tone full of disappointment and frustration.

"And what's this? You're actually jealous because I like Wenwen? Haven't I been good enough to you? Every time you get into trouble outside, I'm the one who covers for you. Last time you were hungry in the middle of the night, didn't I get up and cook noodles for you?"

"All you ever do is hit me," Su Yi'an complained softly.

"That's because you deserve a beating!"

Su Yilan pretended to hit him again, but Su Yian shrank back. She didn't bring her hand down, but instead patted his shoulder, her tone becoming serious.

"Anyway, you're not allowed to do that kind of thing again. Listen carefully, no matter what happens, you're still my brother, and I can't possibly not care about you. In my heart, you're just as important as Wenwen. Don't have those strange thoughts anymore, or I, your older sister, will really disown you."

Su Yi'an looked up at his sister's amber eyes, which were just like his own, and there was not a trace of falsehood or perfunctoriness in them.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured a sentence softly in a voice only he could hear.

"How can they be equally important? I'm clearly his younger brother..."

……

The moment they got home and closed the door, Wen Qing and Wen Fan felt their bodies completely relax from the tension.

The old house wasn't big, the furniture was worn out, and some parts of the floorboards were warped, but in their eyes it was the safest haven.

Wen Qing leaned against the door and let out a long breath. Then she looked at Wen Fan, who was standing in the entryway, bending down to change his shoes. Her gaze swept over the tired dark circles under his eyes and the bruises on his face.

"Brother, do you want to go to the hospital again? Didn't someone drug you before? You haven't had a proper rest and you got into a fight. Are you sure you're okay?"

Wen Fan changed into her slippers and straightened up. Seeing the woman looking at her nervously, her gaze softened slightly.

"It's nothing, the effects of the medicine have worn off. I'm just a little tired."

"Are you really alright?" Wen Qing was clearly not convinced.

"Really." Wen Fan nodded slightly, then paused, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before he subconsciously whispered, "Are you worried about something else?"

The two of them were stunned as soon as he said that.

The dim light in the closet, the burning lips on the back of her neck, and the suppressed, low breathing in the bathroom flashed uncontrollably through Wenqing's mind.

Her face flushed red, from her neck to her ears, as if it had been set on fire. Her eyes darted around in a panic, unsure of where to look.

Wen Fan realized what she had said, her ears quickly turning a light red. She cleared her throat and turned her head away, breaking the ambiguous silence first.

"Go take a shower first, your hair is still wet, don't catch a cold."

Wen Qing quickly responded and practically fled into the bathroom.

Wen Fan heard the bathroom door click shut, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.

He silently repeated "calm down" several times in his mind, waiting for the uncontrollable palpitations to gradually subside.

He only went into the bathroom half an hour later after Wenqing finished showering.

Hot water sprayed from the showerhead and poured down over her head. Wen Fan looked down at her body.

His slender chest was covered with a thin layer of muscle, the lines of which were well-proportioned but not exaggerated. There were several old scars of varying depths on his back and arms, which were left from when he was working in a bar and accidentally carried heavy objects.

His body wasn't particularly strong, but it wasn't weak either. However, compared to Gu Qin's physique, which he had honed through years of training, and compared to Fu Anhe's build, which clearly indicated he was a regular at the gym, he was indeed rather thin.

He recalled the feeling of helplessness he had when he was easily overpowered by Gu Qin during their earlier scuffle in the corridor. If Wen Qing hadn't stopped him in time, he probably would have taken a few more punches...

After taking a shower and changing into clean pajamas, Wen Fan walked out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened, but as soon as she sat down on the sofa, Wen Qing pulled her over.

Holding cotton swabs and ointment, she knelt on the sofa next to him and patted the cushion in front of her to signal him to turn around.

She gently applied ointment to the wound on the corner of his mouth with a cotton swab while closely examining the injury, her nose almost touching his cheek.

After applying the medicine, she took a half step back and examined her work. Only then did she notice the two unusual blushes on his face and asked curiously.

"Brother, what's wrong? Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

Wen Fan's face tightened slightly. She lowered her eyelashes to avoid her gaze and tried to keep her voice calm and natural.

"Maybe... I took too long in the shower just now."

Wen Qing didn't think much of it and continued to carefully treat the bruise from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone with cotton swabs, her movements gentle.

Wen Fan lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the face of the girl who was so close to him.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression focused and serious, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the light and the wound on his face.

Wen Fan noticed that her complexion looked much better than before, and she no longer gave off that sickly feeling that required constant care.

Her cheeks had regained some color, and her skin glowed with a healthy, soft sheen under the light. She looked fresh and radiant, like a flower slowly blooming.

Originally, this flower bloomed quietly under his protection, but now its fragrance has begun to attract some annoying insects.

They swarmed around him like bees and butterflies attracted to nectar, and he found each one utterly repulsive.

And it seems like they can't be driven away anymore...

Wen Fan lowered his eyes, concealing the dark color that was gradually gathering in his eyes.