Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 11

Bian Yingning had no time to look at the food; her face had turned pale.

“Send me the location.”

Ignoring her class, Bian Yingning stealthily slipped out the back door.

Running towards the school gate like a whirlwind, she cursed the system: “Do you know what timeliness is?! Timeliness! Are you secretly in love with me, and because you can’t get me, you want to kill us both and die together?!”

System: “…You were pretty calm just now.”

Revenge. This is revenge, blatant revenge!

Her driver usually arrived near the end of her classes; calling him now would waste more time. Fortunately, the area around the school was bustling, and Bian Yingning easily hailed a taxi.

“Sir, Haijing Grand Hotel, quickly, quickly!” Bian Yingning urged the driver as soon as she got in.

The driver remained calm and collected, starting the car methodically: “Young lady, why are you in such a hurry? Even if I speed, I can’t break traffic laws.”

He had a point.

Bian Yingning looked at the passing lights outside the window, her expression gloomy. She sighed and said deeply, “Sir, do you believe in love?”

The driver chuckled: “You know the rules.”

Bian Yingning was stunned: “What?”

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror: “Two hundred for vomiting in the car.”

…

Love ultimately needs money.

Bian Yingning, just in case, opened her chat with Ji Xiaoxue; their conversation ended with Ji Xiaoxue asking if she was coming.

Bian Yingning typed furiously:

“I miss you so much, I can’t wait another second. I’m already in a taxi. Don’t go anywhere, don’t answer anyone. Wait for me at the hotel entrance where there are a lot of people. I’ll be there in ten minutes!”

She was afraid the male lead would snatch the female lead away before she arrived. It wasn’t just the female lead; it was her own life!

In the hotel’s large private room, a classmate nudged Ji Xiaoxue: “Xiaoxue, why are you always looking at your phone? Eat something.”

Ji Xiaoxue blushed and put away her phone, still dazed.

The classmate, noticing her lovestruck expression, teased, “What’s wrong? Chatting with your boyfriend? Didn’t you say you didn’t have one?”

“No, no, it’s not…” Ji Xiaoxue stammered, but the smile on her lips wouldn’t disappear.

“You’re smiling like that; it’s not a lie then!” They were out to have fun; the classmate, eager for gossip, told another friend: “Xiaoxue has a secret!”

“Really? Xiaoxue, you shouldn’t hide this.”

“Tell us, tell us!”

“Hahaha, what does he look like? Is he from our school?”

Shang Qinghui, sitting at the head of the table, was attracted by their commotion. She glanced at Ji Xiaoxue, surrounded by girls, looking shy and bashful, then boredly looked away.

She didn’t know what the girl’s relationship with Bian Yingning was. She seemed penniless and powerless, some kind of wild girl.

Anything related to Bian Yingning was annoying.

Unable to withstand her classmates’ relentless questioning, and knowing Bian Yingning would arrive soon, Ji Xiaoxue stood up: “I… I’ll be right back.”

Her friends weren’t about to let her go so easily: “Going out? To whisper sweet nothings to your little lover?”

“No, it’s just that a senior is coming; she probably needs me for something important.” Seeing Ji Xiaoxue’s explanation, the classmates stopped pressing her.

…

Fortunately, the hotel was only a few kilometers from the school. Bian Yingning arrived at the hotel entrance in nine minutes and eight seconds.

However, she couldn’t find Ji Xiaoxue.

“I’m here. Where are you?”

A minute passed, no reply.

Bian Yingning made a voice call.

No answer.

Her heart sank; had the male lead already taken the female lead?

After learning the location of their private room from a waiter, Bian Yingning rushed there.

The forced kiss wouldn’t happen in public. According to typical romance novels, the only place is the restroom!

Bian Yingning didn’t go to the private room; she went straight to the restroom.

Peeking around the corner of the restroom… No one.

Bian Yingning entered the women’s restroom.

Both stalls were open, and no one was there.

She came out.

Standing between the women’s and men’s restrooms, Bian Yingning was conflicted.

If the forced kiss happened in the hotel, only the restroom fit the description.

As for the emergency exit, they had used it once at school, and the system had specifically mentioned the stairwell.

Given the system’s nature, its silence this time meant… it was deliberately hiding something! It was afraid of her resistance!

Thinking this, Bian Yingning was even more certain.

In those raunchy old novels, the men’s restroom had more atmosphere!

Bian Yingning took a deep breath.

There was one thing she had never done.

Was she about to take this step?

Since fate had arranged this… no, since fate had arranged her destiny, what choice did a weak woman have but to submit?

With that thought, Bian Yingning moved.

The restroom had been quiet while she stood at the entrance; no one came or left, so it should be empty.

Bian Yingning carefully held onto the doorframe, slowly and cautiously leaning in to peek into the men’s restroom.

The layout was similar to the women’s restroom, with two stalls and a row of urinals.

Strangely, there was no one inside.

Bian Yingning sighed, straightening up, annoyed, rubbing her head.

None of her guesses were right? How could this be?

She turned to go to the private room.

However, as soon as she turned, she met Shang Qinghui’s indescribable gaze from a short distance away.

“Damn!” Someone’s sudden appearance startled Bian Yingning; she had been… and Shang Qinghui had seen it all!

“What are you doing!” Her voice was nervous.

Shang Qinghui’s gaze held many emotions.

Disbelief, complexity, surprise, contempt, heartache, realization…

Bian Yingning didn’t know how she could tell.

“What are you doing?” Shang Qinghui softly asked.

She wore a black princess dress, a collared, sleeveless design, with a cinched waist.

The skirt had three layers. The innermost was a lining, the middle layer was white gauze with black and white rose patterns, and the outermost layer had a slit in the middle, revealing the inner layers as she moved.

She looked like a noble and elegant black swan.

If only she hadn’t seen this unsightly scene.

Bian Yingning knew from her question that she had seen everything.

Leaning on the doorframe, Bian Yingning looked down at the corner of the door at a 45-degree angle, her profile to Shang Qinghui: “Do you know?”

Shang Qinghui: “…” I don’t know.

Like a slow-motion music video, Bian Yingning slowly turned her head, looking at her with sad eyes: “My identity will eventually be revealed.”

Shang Qinghui remained unmoved, stating bluntly: “Your pervert identity?”

Bian Yingning: “…” She has no heart.

Shang Qinghui had been waiting for Nangong Jin, but growing impatient, she came out for some air. She saw Bian Yingning hurrying into the restroom.

She didn’t understand why she was there.

Shang Qinghui subconsciously slowed her steps and followed.

She never expected to see such a private moment of Bian Yingning’s.

“You’re the daughter of the Bian family, as famous as the Shang family. How could you do this?”

“Are you trying to single-handedly ruin the reputation of the prominent women of H City?”

“Even if you… even if you have this… perversion, you shouldn’t, at least not here.”

Shang Qinghui said with pity and gritted teeth: “If you really can’t control yourself, I can pay for a place for you, arrange a few actors to use the restroom, and you can watch to your heart’s content.”

Bian Yingning: “It’s not like that… listen to my explanation!”

Thinking of their relationship, Bian Yingning feared she would spread this around, ruining her reputation even more than the original owner’s!

If she said that, Shang Qinghui would say she wasn’t listening, they would argue, she would leave, they would part ways unhappily, and Bian Yingning could claim Shang Qinghui was slandering her!

“Tell me,” Shang Qinghui said leisurely.

Bian Yingning: “?” This isn’t going according to plan.

Bian Yingning dared not act up again, her hands clasped in front of her abdomen, using the most obedient attitude to tell the most unbelievable lies: “It’s like this, I… I have someone I like, and he seems to be here with another woman. I came to see if it’s true.”

Shang Qinghui paused, then said indifferently: “Oh.”

Then she walked into the women’s restroom, leaving a trail of rose fragrance.

Huh? That’s it? She believed it just like that?

Having so easily avoided a reputation-ruining disaster, Bian Yingning felt a little unreal.

She slowly walked towards the private room, still thinking about it.

As Bian Yingning passed the balcony, she paused, lowered her head, and stepped back, looking towards the corner of the balcony, where two overlapping figures were hidden in the darkness.

“!” Damn it, how could I forget about the balcony!

Each floor of the hotel had several large balconies; theirs had one too.