Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 16

Is this real? Was the original owner so uninhibited? Could she…

“Host, please note, Host, please note. Hua Cancan is suspicious of you. Please eliminate suspicion immediately. Absolutely do not reveal your identity!”

Before Bian Yingning could speak, an alarm blared in her mind, making her dizzy. She pushed Hua Cancan away, saying impatiently:

“Okay, okay, you know my temper. I was just playing around.”

At first, Bian Yingning thought Hua Cancan was jealous; even the best friends have possessive tendencies.

After the system’s warning, Bian Yingning broke out in a cold sweat.

She didn’t expect Hua Cancan, who always seemed silly and playful, to be so perceptive.

They say big breasts mean no brains, but that’s a lie.

Hua Cancan scoffed, the suspicion in her eyes disappearing. She twirled her hair, giving Bian Yingning a wink: “You rascal, always playing around.”

Bian Yingning shivered as if electrocuted but felt relieved.

She had been too careless lately, so used to being here that she almost thought she was the real Bian Yingning.

As they walked away, Shang Qinghui glanced at Ji Xiaoxue, whose face was pale.

Shang Qinghui’s sunglasses obscured her expression, but she saw her lips curl into a smile before she walked away.

Ji Xiaoxue had no time for her; in the summer heat, she felt like she was in an ice cave.

She thought understanding the gap between them would be heartbreaking enough, but there was a more fatal blow.

Her throat felt constricted; she couldn’t speak or cry.

She couldn’t believe what she had heard, but those words came from the kind and gentle senior she thought she knew.

—I was just playing around.

Was it fun? Was all that gentleness fun?

Watching her excitement, her cautious approach, her complete trust—was it fun?

“Buzz buzz buzz—”

Her phone buzzed incessantly. Ji Xiaoxue didn’t answer; she walked down the stairs numbly.

But the phone kept ringing. She took it out to hang up; she didn’t want to talk but saw the caller ID: “Mom.”

…

[Host, please note. Shang Qinghui will get drunk at a bar, receive a first kiss from the male lead, then see the female lead being harassed at her part-time job, causing the male lead to intervene.]

Shang Qinghui will slap the female lead out of jealousy, causing the male lead to have a bad impression of her and hurt her feelings, leading Shang Qinghui down the path of a vicious female supporting character. Please prevent this!]

Bian Yingning, after showering in her silk pajamas, was lounging in bed, looking for bedtime reading when the system spoke.

It took her a while to process the information.

“…Why is this plot so complicated?”

The system, in its emotionless, mechanical tone, narrated the sad story: “In a three-person love, one person is destined to be nameless.”

…

[Task value: 180 points, Task failure…]

“Stop! Don’t say the last four words.”

“dddd.” You know what they are.

Bian Yingning got up, found a silver-colored camisole dress, put on light makeup, grabbed her latest bag, and added two cards.

At the bar, Bian Yingning told her driver to wait outside. She walked in, wearing high heels and accompanied by two burly bodyguards.

It looked like she was here to take over the territory.

The bar was dimly lit, the atmosphere vibrant. People had shed their usual disguises, becoming bold and uninhibited.

Bian Yingning thought she was early, but before she reached Shang Qinghui’s VIP booth, she saw the male lead sitting down.

She rushed over.

The greasy CEO wanted the little lolita’s first kiss? In his dreams!

Shang Qinghui was slightly drunk, her pretty face flushed. She was already drunk but kept drinking.

Nangong Jin took her glass: “Why are you drinking so much?”

The male lead was here with friends and unexpectedly met Shang Qinghui.

He was feeling restless lately; he had been scolded by the Bian family’s girl and couldn’t do anything about it.

Furthermore, nothing had happened with Ji Xiaoxue.

It had started as a woman he was somewhat interested in, but his repeated attempts had failed, piquing his competitive spirit. What’s unattainable always stirs desire.

“What are you doing here?” Shang Qinghui frowned, her expression impatient after recognizing Nangong Jin.

Instead of taking back the glass Nangong Jin had taken, she simply got another one.

Nangong Jin saw her annoyance and became even angrier.

Shang Qinghui thought she was something special. He treated her like a sister out of kindness, but she seemed to think of him as her dog.

“Didn’t you always follow me wherever I went? Why are you unhappy seeing me here?” Nangong Jin pinched Shang Qinghui’s chin, forcing her to face him.

Shang Qinghui’s friends had already distanced themselves, afraid to get involved.

Shang Qinghui was forced to look up at Nangong Jin.

Her face was flushed; her usually proud eyes were slightly watery, like a delicate flower, tempting to be picked.

Nangong Jin’s throat tightened.

Even he had to admit that Shang Qinghui’s allure was a blend of innocent cuteness and mature sensuality.

The combination of purity and desire was the most captivating.

Her lips were moist and glistening from the alcohol.

Drinking alcohol?

Better to drink from her lips.

Nangong Jin closed his eyes and leaned down to kiss Shang Qinghui.

Huh? The feel was wrong.

And what was that smell?

Nangong Jin opened his eyes and saw a plate with chili oil; his mouth was pressed against the center of the plate.

The smell of garlic and chili stung his nose; his nose was even stained red and yellow.

He recoiled, realizing what had happened.

A figure had appeared beside him. Shang Qinghui was pushed to the side and lay on the sofa, dazed. Bian Yingning stood between them, holding an oily plate.

Drop by drop, the chili oil dripped from the plate onto the sofa.

Nangong Jin licked his lips. Damn it, he was burning.

As soon as Bian Yingning arrived, she saw the male lead pinching Shang Qinghui’s chin!

It was a dangerous situation. She grabbed a nearby plate, ignoring the boneless chicken feet that fell to the floor, and blocked them with the plate.

Thankfully, the female supporting character’s first kiss was saved.

But the system said the female supporting character would offer her first kiss. Something seemed wrong.

Nangong Jin, his face dark, stood up, wiping the oil from his nose. If his tone could kill, Bian Yingning would be dead a thousand times.

“Bian! Ying! Ning!”

Bian Yingning threw away the plate; it landed on the table with a clang. It was a good quality plate, but it made a loud noise.

“Hmm?” Bian Yingning extended her hand; a bodyguard respectfully handed her two napkins, which she used to wipe her hands.

Everyone stopped to watch; only the singer on stage continued performing.

Nangong Jin saw Bian Yingning’s bodyguards and calmed down. He was outnumbered.

He suppressed his anger, saying coldly, “What are you doing?!”

“What am I doing?” Bian Yingning threw the napkins on the table and pushed Nangong Jin away: “Are you blind? What are you doing, grabbing people? Move, don’t block the way.”

She walked past Nangong Jin and helped Shang Qinghui up.

Shang Qinghui was conscious but couldn’t control her body. She was pulled up by Bian Yingning, unaware of what almost happened, shouting:

“Who are you? Don’t touch me!”

“Heh, you’re so drunk you don’t even know who your father is?” Bian Yingning pinched Shang Qinghui’s face.

The feel was great.

Shang Qinghui slapped away her hand, ready to cause a scene: “Bian Yingning, I’m your father!”

“Only when I call myself your ‘father’ do you recognize me,” Bian Yingning said, pushing her toward the bodyguards.

…

Compared to the bodyguards, Shang Qinghui looked like a chick.

She couldn’t resist.

“Take her to my car,” Bian Yingning told one of them.

Nangong Jin tried to stop her: “Bian Yingning, where are you taking her?”

Bian Yingning looked him up and down: “It’s none of your business.”

“Heh, everyone knows you don’t get along. If you touch a single hair on Shang Qinghui, I won’t let you off.” Nangong Jin threatened.

Bian Yingning scratched her head: “What right do you have to say that?”

“Are you unhappy because you didn’t get anything from serving her?” Bian Yingning took out a card and handed it to him: “Here’s your payment.”

Nangong Jin’s face turned green and black, like a color palette under the bar’s lights.

“You’d better remember this.” He walked towards the entrance; the bodyguard stood in the middle of the road, and Nangong Jin tried to shoulder-bump him.