Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 20

“Is saying sorry enough?” Although Bian Yingning’s apology sounded sincere, Shang Qinghui’s anger remained: “Do you know how expensive these shoes are?!”

Bian Yingning: “…” She really didn’t know.

“I… I’ll compensate you?” Bian Yingning said hesitantly and painfully.

Although she was rich, money shouldn’t be wasted. Being thrifty was ingrained in her; she couldn’t afford something too expensive.

Shang Qinghui sneered: “How will you compensate? They’re Italian handmade, only three pairs worldwide.”

“Then… I’ll compensate you in my heart?” She could only express her apology this way.

“…”

Shang Qinghui wanted to leave.

In the hall, Duanmu Zhengjie and her brother, Duanmu Zhenghao, watched the dance floor.

Everyone danced gracefully, except for one pair near the edge—two princess-like figures dancing awkwardly, stopping every few steps, looking unsteady.

Duanmu Zhenghao, the cheerful and upright male second lead in the original story, was a junior in police college.

In the original story, he met Ji Xiaoxue when he helped her catch a thief who stole her bag.

They met several times, becoming familiar, and he fell in love with her.

He even helped his sister win over the male lead, trying to steal the female lead for himself, but was ultimately defeated by the male lead.

“That girl in the black dress, can’t she dance?” Duanmu Zhenghao asked, amused, after seeing Bian Yingning step on Shang Qinghui’s foot again.

Duanmu Zhengjie sipped her wine, her eyes also on them.

She had never seen two women dance together at such an event; they were bold.

The pampered Bian Yingning couldn’t dance the waltz, a staple for socialites? No way.

“It’s deliberate,” she whispered.

“Deliberate?” Duanmu Zhenghao was curious.

“You wouldn’t know unless you’re in the upper circles. The one in pink is Miss Shang, and the one in black is Miss Bian…”

Before Duanmu Zhengjie finished, Duanmu Zhenghao interrupted: “The two who have been rivals since childhood?”

“…Yes.” They were quite famous.

“Interesting.” Duanmu Zhenghao’s eyes were fixed on Bian Yingning: “I heard they didn’t get along; I thought it would be scheming socialites, but it’s… childish.”

Even elementary school kids don’t fight like this anymore.

You step on me; I’ll step on you back.

…

That’s where Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui were.

After Bian Yingning stepped on Shang Qinghui for the nth time, Shang Qinghui retaliated.

They were now chasing each other on the dance floor, playfully stepping on each other’s feet.

“I don’t care if it’s intentional or not; you step on me, and you’ll get stepped on!” Shang Qinghui threatened.

Bian Yingning looked aggrieved: “I really didn’t mean to…”

“Bullshit.”

Bian Yingning was stunned: “You’re… vulgar!”

To avoid being stepped on, Bian Yingning became serious, carefully following Shang Qinghui’s steps.

Because her retaliatory steps were really forceful.

Bian Yingning cried out in pain.

…

“They don’t seem as antagonistic as rumored,” Duanmu Zhenghao commented.

Duanmu Zhengjie looked at her brother: “You like her?”

“Not… yet.”

Duanmu Zhengjie raised an eyebrow.

She hadn’t specified which “her” she meant.

Looking back at the dance floor, Bian Yingning learned quickly; she didn’t realize it, but she was trying not to step on Shang Qinghui. The waltz involved stepping forward and back, left and right, and they were gradually getting better.

Shang Qinghui noticed this; her expression was complex: “You… really haven’t danced before?”

Bian Yingning blinked; she hadn’t, but she wasn’t sure about the original owner. She responded vaguely: “What do you think?”

She deflected the question; Shang Qinghui knew the original owner well and would know if she had danced before.

A clever move.

Shang Qinghui couldn’t recall anything.

Bian Yingning didn’t like these events; she always hung out with Hua Cancan.

Seeing Shang Qinghui’s silence, Bian Yingning asked the system and, after receiving an answer, pressed her advantage.

She feigned sadness: “See? I told you I didn’t mean to step on you; I just can’t dance. Now you’ve taught me; I won’t step on you again. Every time I stepped on you, it hurt my heart.”

I was misunderstood; I’m so sad.

Shang Qinghui looked uncomfortable: “You can’t even dance and you’re saying this? It’s embarrassing.”

“What? I can’t dance, but I invited you because I was worried you wouldn’t be invited, and you say I’m embarrassing!”

Kindness unappreciated; she was about to cry.

“Mind your own business.” Many people wanted to dance with her but were refused.

“I was worried about you~ This is my first dance ever!” Don’t be too moved, okay?

“You pity me?”

“?”

“Just dance by yourself.” Shang Qinghui released Bian Yingning’s hand and left.

Bian Yingning: “???” Is this how things are supposed to go?

System, what did I do wrong! Shouldn’t she be moved, shy, and want to be best friends with me forever? I said one, she didn’t say two!

System: “…”

It’s just an emotionless system; what does it understand?

Shang Qinghui, leaving Bian Yingning behind, felt relieved, a disdainful smile on her pretty face.

Heh, Bian Yingning, did she really think I would believe her lies?

She must have had some ulterior motive for her rambling. This stopped her; seeing her stunned expression was satisfying.

…

Unable to find Hua Cancan or reach her by phone, Bian Yingning decided to leave.

The task was complete; it was time to go home and sleep.

Good people sleep early and live longer.

As she reached the entrance, before the driver could bring the car, a black Bentley, a staple for domineering CEOs, stopped in front of Bian Yingning.

The window slowly rolled down, revealing Nangong Jin’s cold face. He rested his elbow on the windowsill, his eyes devoid of emotion, looking cool and arrogant as he glanced at the passenger seat, almost saying, “Woman, get in.”

Bian Yingning: “…”

Ten seconds passed, and Bian Yingning didn’t move.

Nangong Jin finally spoke: “Get in.”

Bian Yingning: “Human trafficking is illegal, you know?”

Nangong Jin: “???”

“Woman, playing hard to get is boring.” His sexy lips uttered cold words, like a snake’s tongue, devoid of warmth.

Bian Yingning clenched her fists: “Do you need something?”

“I understand. You want me to open the door for you? Heh, Bian Yingning, there’s a limit to acting. I advise you to stop.”

After uttering the threatening words, Nangong Jin smiled confidently.

Woman, your name is Greed!

And he wouldn’t indulge her; she should know to get in through the window, understand?

Bian Yingning moved; Nangong Jin’s smile widened.

Bian Yingning walked towards a Cayenne behind the Bentley; Nangong Jin’s smile froze.

A tall bodyguard in a black suit got out of the Cayenne and opened the door for Bian Yingning. She got in; Nangong Jin’s face was devoid of a smile.

The Cayenne drove past him, leaving behind the roar of the engine and exhaust fumes.

Watching the car go, Nangong Jin’s eyes showed coldness and ruthlessness.

Good. Very good. Excellent, Bian Yingning.

…

Hua Cancan only replied to Bian Yingning when she was almost home: “Alive, don’t worry.”

It’s good that she’s alive.

Some people are already trying their best just by being alive.

Thinking of Hua Jiangrong scolding Hua Cancan, Bian Yingning wondered if some feather dusters would be sacrificed in the Hua family tonight.

When Bian Yingning got into bed, she remembered she had forgotten to ask Shang Qinghui about the talent show finals.

She took out her phone; fearing she was still blocked, she tentatively sent a message: “Open the door, little rascal; Mom’s home.”

The message was sent without a red exclamation mark or system prompt.

Bian Yingning almost cried; Shang Qinghui had unblocked me!

She quickly retracted the message and sent another one: “Are you there?”

Why did the red exclamation mark suddenly appear again?

Could only messages with “rascal” be sent?

Bian Yingning tried again and understood.

She was blocked again hahahaha… Damn it!

…

A new week began, and Bian Yingning was listless; tonight was the talent show finals.

She wondered if Hua Cancan was reliable.

This preoccupied her, making her inattentive in class.

During cooking practice, she was distracted while practicing tossing a wok and spilled food on the teacher, who happened to be walking by.

Bian Yingning: !!!

“I’m sorry, teacher. I… I… I messed up.” Bian Yingning quickly helped the teacher, who was jumping around in pain, remove the food from her clothes.

Their teacher was a chef who had worked at a restaurant with the same name as a tire company.

A fifty-something-year-old man, chubby, with a handlebar mustache.

Bian Yingning suspected his mustache was fake; it was as white and dry as a dog’s shed fur.

“You!” The teacher, having seen many students, didn’t care about Bian Yingning’s background. He scolded her: “What’s wrong with you? Is this your first time? You can’t toss it, but you toss it on me? Are you unhappy with me?”

“No, teacher, it was an accident. My respect for you is like the endless water of the Yellow River; I would never do such a thing!

It was an accident. I’ll be more careful next time. Even if a hot lid falls on my head, I won’t spill a drop on you!”

Bian Yingning sincerely apologized, almost swearing on three fingers.

The teacher’s expression softened slightly but remained displeased.

“Learn it yourselves!” He stormed out.

“Ningjie, are you okay?” Zhang Zhizhi, a classmate and friend of the original owner, rushed over to check on her.

Bian Yingning only learned her name from the system.

Bian Yingning sighed deeply, feeling like she was dreaming; she hadn’t reacted when it happened: “I’m fine; Teacher Jiang is the one with the problem.”

Zhang Zhizhi looked troubled: “Teacher Jiang is specially hired; if he causes you trouble at the end of the semester, few people can help you.”

She was truly the original owner’s good friend; Bian Yingning felt even more worried after hearing this.

Seeing her classmates happily enjoying their class without a teacher, Bian Yingning ordered takeout and gave everyone a cup of milk tea as an apology for the teacher leaving.

“Do you know where Teacher Jiang’s office is?” Bian Yingning asked Zhang Zhizhi after school.

Zhang Zhizhi, holding a 68 yuan cup of milk tea, happily gave Bian Yingning the address, then added: “Are you going to find him?”

“I’ll apologize again.” It was her fault.

“Then I…” Zhang Zhizhi hesitated; Teacher Jiang was eccentric; she didn’t want to go near him.

“It’s okay; go ahead. I’ll go myself; I don’t know if he’s even there,” Bian Yingning said understandingly, holding an untouched milk tea.

She preferred being alone; she wasn’t used to having someone around.

“Okay.”

After parting ways with Zhang Zhizhi, Bian Yingning arrived at the address with apprehension.

The office door was ajar; it was lunchtime; the teachers might have left.

Bian Yingning knocked.

After a while, a refined female voice said, “Come in.”

The voice sounded gentle and kind.

She didn’t expect such a teacher in the culinary arts department.

Bian Yingning pushed the door open.

The office wasn’t large; it had two desks. The desk by the door was empty, and the one inside was also empty, but a slender figure stood before the desk, reading a small booklet.

She turned around when she heard the sound; Bian Yingning froze.

Although the woman wore brown sunglasses, she recognized her immediately.

It was Hua Jiangrong.

Hua Jiangrong seemed surprised to see her.

“Aunt?”

Hua Jiangrong chuckled, putting down the booklet: “Miss Bian, please don’t call me that. I’m not close enough to Mr. Bian to be considered his sibling.”

That was true.

Hua Jiangrong’s status was sometimes awkward. She was only ten years older than Hua Cancan but almost twenty years younger than her father, Hua Kaihong.

Considering her as the older generation, she was too young; considering her as Bian Yingning’s generation, she was too old. It didn’t make sense.

Without dwelling on the address, Bian Yingning asked, “Aunt, why are you here?”

Hua Jiangrong: “…” She really didn’t have a niece like her.

“I came to see something. You? Why are you here?” If she remembered correctly, Teacher Jiang taught cooking; his colleagues were also culinary arts teachers. Bian Yingning… learning to cook?

Bian Yingning felt awkward: “I…” She couldn’t say she was distracted in class and almost threw a wok at the teacher.

Seeing her milk tea, Bian Yingning found an excuse: “I bought milk tea for my classmates and brought some for the teacher.”

Hua Jiangrong saw the milk tea: “So thoughtful.”

“Hehe, it’s nothing. Teachers work hard. It’s for everyone, so it shouldn’t be considered bribery. I love Teacher Jiang; I wish I could have his class every day!”

“You love him so much that you almost threw me in a pot to be cooked with the vegetables.”

As soon as Bian Yingning finished speaking, Teacher Jiang’s voice came from behind. She shrunk her neck, turning around, becoming stiff, unsure of where to put her hands.

Teacher Jiang had changed into a handsome outfit and showered.

Seeing him in a suit and tie, his hair neatly combed, even his dry white beard seemed to gleam, Bian Yingning had an epiphany.

She looked at the elegant Hua Jiangrong and the unusually well-groomed Teacher Jiang.

She bit her fingernail.

Damn it, this guess is exciting; she wanted to scream.

“Nice words, but no action.” Teacher Jiang coldly hummed, walking past Bian Yingning into the office.

Bian Yingning, suppressing her excitement, approached: “Teacher, I’m really sorry. I’m here to apologize formally. I hope you’ll forgive me.”