Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 1

Something’s groping my chest!

Bian Yingning had just woken up, her eyelids still closed, when she felt like a mountain was pressing down on her, and a paw was misbehaving on her left breast.

Before she could react, that paw brazenly reached into her neckline and grabbed hold!

Instantly, all drowsiness vanished.

Bian Yingning shot her eyes open.

A woman, no, to be precise, a young girl, who looked unbelievably tender, Bian Yingning didn’t know if she was even an adult yet.

Her baby-fat face was flushed crimson, and her clothes were so dishevelled that even a homeless person would call her “Master” (or, to put it bluntly, she had no clothes on!).

Her eyes were hazy, her red lips slightly parted, looking both parched and barely contained.

But the problem was…

Bian Yingning turned her head to avoid the descending lips. If you’re thirsty, go drink some water! I’m a woman, and so are you. Do you expect me to magically produce water?

Maybe I can.

Damn it, that’s not the point! The point is, how did I get here?

“Who are you?!” The kiss that Bian Yingning had avoided returned, and seeing that she couldn’t avoid it, that she was about to engage in a passionate kiss with a girl, she simply flipped over and suppressed the person on top of her.

Straddling the young girl’s waist, her hands pinning her hands to the pillow above her head.

She thought this would immobilize her, but she was relentless.

Under Bian Yingning, she writhed like a thirsty fish, almost twisting herself into a pretzel.

Various spring scenes peeked out from her tattered clothes.

“Give me…” a raspy, barely audible voice whispered.

Something’s wrong.

Bian Yingning frowned, looking at the girl’s irrational behavior, a suspicion forming in her mind.

Judging by this, could she have been drugged?

But the problem was, Bian Yingning didn’t remember knowing her.

Tick-tock—

Something dripped from her head, sliding down Bian Yingning’s cheek and onto the person below her neck.

A drop of blood, shockingly red against the soft, white skin.

Bian Yingning froze, touching her head… her hand came away covered in blood.

What the…?

The moment she realized she’d been hit on the head, a searing pain shot through her scalp, and her consciousness began to fade.

Taking advantage of Bian Yingning’s loosened grip, the young girl flipped her over.

The rose-scented body pressed down on her again.

Bian Yingning felt a pang of pain, her limbs weak and unable to resist.

I had guarded my chastity for so many years, am I going to lose it in such an unconventional way?

As she passed out, Bian Yingning heard the door burst open, followed by the weight on her disappearing.

She fainted peacefully.

Saved. Her innocence was preserved.

…

Bian Yingning remembered finishing her graduation defense.

She studied journalism. After struggling with a camera for months and countless drafts and revisions, under the relentless barrage of her professors, she finally graduated, about to receive her diploma, when she had an accident.

Not that kind of accident. She literally tripped.

That night, after years of dedicated study, their academic pursuits finally over, it felt like the end of a long war. To celebrate, they decided to go clubbing.

Bian Yingning had never experienced this kind of “activity” before, so she went along.

After a few rounds of rock-paper-scissors, she drank several bottles of alcohol.

Her head started to swim, and her bladder couldn’t hold it anymore.

She went to the restroom.

Unexpectedly, the restroom threshold was so high, she didn’t notice it and tripped, falling flat on her back, hitting the back of her head on the ground.

She died.

If she had the chance to go back, she would definitely leave a bad review for that place and report it to the relevant safety authorities. They had no safety awareness at all!

Now, I could only listen to this self-proclaimed system babbling in my head.

“Host, please note, this system can hear you.”

Bian Yingning: “Oh.”

She had read countless online novels, but she never expected that the incredibly unlikely event of being transported into a book would happen to her.

She had been transported into an old-fashioned novel, “Cold CEO’s Doting: Wife Runs Away with the Ball,” the title alone revealing the plot.

In this novel, the male and female leads had a torturous love story spanning a thousand chapters, with countless female supporting characters throwing themselves at the wealthy and powerful male lead.

Of course, these female supporting characters only served to highlight the sacred love of the main couple and to assist them, resulting in tragic endings for everyone.

Those who didn’t die were crippled, and some suffered worse than death.

Because of the deep resentment of these cannon fodder female supporting characters, the world in the book collapsed, so the system brought Bian Yingning here, intending for her to work hard and give everyone a better ending.

Bian Yingning didn’t need to avenge the female supporting characters; her task was to prevent these obstacles to the main couple’s love—the cannon fodder female supporting characters—from continuing to live and die for the male lead, constantly throwing themselves at him.

As long as she completed the tasks assigned by the system, she would receive corresponding points, and once she accumulated enough, she could return to her world.

She definitely wanted to go home. After all those years of studying, wasn’t it for graduation, freedom, and happiness?

…

“Miss, Mrs. Shang and her daughter are here to express their gratitude. Madam wants you to come downstairs immediately.”

Bian Yingning, lying on the bed with her face buried in the pillow, slowly opened her eyes.

The thin blanket only covered the middle part of her body, her long legs and smooth back exposed, revealing that she was sleeping naked.

“Mrs. Shang?”

“Yes,” Zhuo Yi, the housekeeper responsible for Bian Yingning’s daily needs, stood by the bed, answering respectfully, her eyes downcast. Then, fearing Bian Yingning might throw a tantrum, she couldn’t help but persuade her:

“The Shang family is powerful and influential. Even the master and mistress have to give them some face. Since they’ve come to thank you personally, it’s best to see them.”

“I understand,” Bian Yingning turned over. “Leave me alone. I’ll wash up and come down.”

Don’t ask why she slept face down; it’s because her head wound hadn’t healed yet.

Recently, Bian Yingning’s temperament had become much gentler, but Zhuo Yi still didn’t expect her to be so agreeable, and she left in surprise.

Bian Yingning changed into a dark blue dress, put on fluffy slippers, and went downstairs with her hair loose.

In the living room, her mother, now Bian Yingning’s mother, was entertaining two guests.

The older woman in a light pink dress should be the current head of the Shang family, one of the four giants in the country, Ouyang Fei.

The other one, a young girl in a rebellious black motorcycle-style dress, looked familiar, so familiar that she almost kissed Bian Yingning.

Thinking of that night, Bian Yingning couldn’t help but snort inwardly.

“Oh, Ningning’s down. How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?” Ouyang Fei saw Bian Yingning first and greeted her with a smile, her eyes subtly glancing at the bandage on Bian Yingning’s head.

You don’t hit a smiling person, Bian Yingning nodded to her: “Hello, Auntie. Thank you for your concern. I’m much better.”

“Hmph.” While the two were talking warmly, Shang Qinghui sneered from the side.

Ouyang Fei frowned, subtly touching her daughter, signaling her to restrain herself.

Bian Yingning took it all in.

She thought, so she’s an ungrateful brat.

“It’s all thanks to Ningning that day,” Ouyang Fei said solemnly. “We don’t have much to offer, but this is something Qingfeng brought back from abroad. It’s suitable for young girls. I hope you don’t mind.”

Ouyang Fei took out an expensive velvet box and handed it to Bian Yingning.

Shang Qinghui beside her gritted her teeth in anger; her already round face was puffing up like a pufferfish.

Bian Yingning smiled faintly, deliberately walking in front of her to receive the gift. “Auntie, you’re too kind. I didn’t do anything to deserve such a precious gift.”

Shang Qingfeng, Shang Qinghui’s brother, was already taking over some of the Shang family’s businesses and had just topped the list of China’s most promising entrepreneurs. Anything he bought would be incredibly expensive.

Shang Qinghui was even angrier.

This woman, Bian Yingning, pretended to be embarrassed, but readily accepted the gift.

It was a diamond bracelet her brother had bought for her; she had begged him for a long time before he agreed!

“How is that nothing? If it weren’t for you, our Qinghui wouldn’t be sitting here safely, right, Qinghui? Hurry up and thank your Sister Ningning,” Ouyang Fei said, smiling while giving Shang Qinghui a threatening look.

Shang Qinghui reluctantly mumbled, “Thank you.”

Bian Yingning didn’t hear clearly and didn’t care.

Bian’s mother, sipping tea delicately, put on a good show. “Look at you,” she chided Ouyang Fei. “Why bother thanking her? It’s only natural.”

According to the system in her head, the hotel where Bian Yingning woke up to was a Bian family property.

The young girl who almost assaulted her was the biggest villainous female supporting character in the book—Shang Qinghui, who was now in front of her.

At that time, Shang Qinghui had just attended her 18th birthday party and accidentally drank drugged alcohol.

The male lead should have rescued her and sent her to the hospital, causing the female lead to fall deeply in love with him, but the system manipulated events so that Bian Yingning took over.

In a series of swift actions, the security guards watching the monitors arrived, saving Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui, and sending them both to the hospital.

According to the security footage, the dazed Shang Qinghui tried to return to her room but was harassed by two men along the way. Then, Bian Yingning appeared like an angel and pulled her away.

The two men didn’t want to let go of their prey, and in the ensuing struggle, Bian Yingning bit the man who wouldn’t let go of her.

The man, in pain, grabbed a small decorative sculpture from the hallway and hit Bian Yingning on the head.

Afterward, seeing the bloody sculpture, they panicked and ran away. Bian Yingning dragged Shang Qinghui into a room, and then was pinned down by Shang Qinghui, whose drug effects were kicking in.

Then, the accident-prone Bian Yingning arrived in this world.

Bian Yingning’s face was stiff from smiling before Ouyang Fei and the others got up to leave.

Shang Qinghui looked back at Bian Yingning before leaving.

Bian Yingning didn’t know what she wanted, but she picked up the velvet box Ouyang Fei had given her, her fingertips lightly caressing it. Her languid eyes challenged Shang Qinghui, her brow raised, successfully causing Shang Qinghui’s face to change, her lip bitten, as she forcefully stomped away.

Author’s Note:

Reading Guide: This story is roughly about a person doing tasks, painting a beautiful picture, and accidentally becoming a heartbreaker (everyone loves me), the CP is Bian VS Shang. The female lead has no feelings in the early stages and only wants to complete tasks.