Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 24

“I don’t know.” Bian Yingning answered quickly, almost without hesitation.

Shang Qinghui was confused; for a moment, she believed Bian Yingning didn’t do it.

But thinking of her actions…

Shang Qinghui’s hand, hidden by the wide sleeves, moved unconsciously.

Force is reciprocal; the slap had made her hand numb.

If it wasn’t her, what should she do?

“What about the milk tea you gave me?”

“I threw it away.” Bian Yingning put away the velvet box, placing it neatly on the vanity. “Okay, let’s worry about this after the competition. Good luck.”

Bian Yingning suddenly felt that who won first place didn’t matter; as long as they performed their best, the judges would decide the outcome.

Regardless of who blackened in the future, she wouldn’t stop anyone from achieving their goals through hard work.

Shang Qinghui stood up. Her expression was hidden behind the veil; her voice was calm: “Bian Yingning, you’re strange.”

Bian Yingning smiled, her hands on the table, looking at her, her smile deepening: “You know, women are like that.”

Her smile…

Shang Qinghui looked away, turning to leave; her heartbeat was unsteady.

“Wait,” Bian Yingning suddenly called out.

Shang Qinghui stopped but didn’t turn around.

She felt Bian Yingning approaching; she crouched down, her warm fingers touching Shang Qinghui’s ankle.

Shang Qinghui tensed up.

Looking down, she saw Bian Yingning putting two lake-green silk ornaments with silver rings on her ankles.

She would be barefoot while dancing, but she was currently wearing rhinestone sandals.

Shang Qinghui looked at the crown of Bian Yingning’s head; the scar from her injury was no longer visible.

She seemed unaware of what she was doing, as natural as tying shoelaces.

Afterward, she stood up, handing Shang Qinghui the intricate ankle ornaments: “Hurry up; put these on when you take off your shoes outside.”

Shang Qinghui lowered her head and took them, whispering, as if to herself: “…Thank you.”

But Bian Yingning heard her; she tilted her head, seeming thoughtful.

The sun rose in the west?!

“Thank you? What’s the use of just saying thank you? Be sincere. I’m not materialistic; just bow your head.”

Shang Qinghui turned and left.

Watching her hurried back, Bian Yingning said: ” You’re not thanking me anymore?”

Shang Qinghui didn’t turn back.

Bian Yingning shouted to her back: “I’ll cheer for you! If you get a good result, I’ll give you something you’ve always wanted!”

There was no answer; it was unclear if Shang Qinghui heard her.

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Bian Yingning: “What the…?”

Hua Cancan stood outside, arms crossed, watching Shang Qinghui walk past without looking at her, then Bian Yingning emerge from Shang Qinghui’s makeup room, no longer looking like she had suffered a huge blow.

She was so happy she almost hummed a tune.

Except for one cheek, which was still slightly red.

Mainly because her skin was delicate.

Seeing Hua Cancan, Bian Yingning stiffened: “Are… you ready?” It was almost Hua Cancan’s turn after Shang Qinghui.

“Do you care?” Hua Cancan leaned against the wall, her fox eyes devoid of allure.

“What?” Bian Yingning didn’t understand her ambiguous question.

“I’m not ready; do you care?” Hua Cancan raised one willow-leaf eyebrow.

Bian Yingning looked at her reproachfully: “What are you saying? I care; I asked you!”

“…” Hua Cancan smiled silently: “Perhaps.”

Bian Yingning scratched her head; she found her strange.

She linked arms with her; Hua Cancan didn’t dodge: “Are you afraid I’ll ignore you because I’m playing with Shang Qinghui?”

Hua Cancan laughed as if she had heard an international joke: “What are you talking about? I, Hua Cancan, would…”

“You’re unique to me. I’m waiting for you to graduate and advertise for my family’s hotel, to be our image ambassador. We’ll be lifelong friends, conquering our generation’s world together. Don’t overthink it,” Bian Yingning said seriously.

Hua Cancan’s lips parted; the rest of her words were consumed by Bian Yingning’s ambitious declaration.

Their generation’s world.

Their families, in their generation, mostly had daughters.

Many saw the daughters of wealthy families as mere tools for marriage, mere vases.

But Bian Yingning, who had never thought about the future, told her they would conquer their world together.

Hua Cancan admitted the surge of emotion almost overwhelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes.

Was this why she was different? She had grown up, had goals, and ambition.

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Bian Yingning: “?” What rosy picture? They were discussing the future.

…

The sound of silk and bamboo filled the air; two spotlights first landed on the two large drums on either side of the stage, then moved towards the center.

As they moved, the white light gradually mixed with blue; with dry ice smoke, a graceful figure appeared in the ice-blue light.

She faced the audience sideways, one hand in a graceful gesture by her head, the other behind her waist, like a peacock displaying its feathers. Standing on one leg, her pose was beautiful and soft.

The audience felt like celestial officials watching a divine maiden’s dance.

Following the music, she slowly moved.

As the chorus began, she was like a flying fairy from Dunhuang, her sleeves sweeping across a large drum.

There was a microphone on the drum; a resounding “dong” echoed, perfectly complementing the music.

She continued, spinning and swirling her sleeves; the long sleeves seemed to come alive, striking the other drum with the same pose.

The music sped up; her movements became faster; at the climax, she leaped, her sleeves sweeping across both drums.

“Wow—” The audience was mesmerized.

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

“I’m in love! This is better than anything in a drama!”

“I never thought that fairy was the usually fierce Shang Qinghui.”

“I’ve decided; even if she’s domineering, she’s right!”

“Wife, this is my wife!”

Hearing this, Bian Yingning withdrew her gaze from Shang Qinghui and looked at the girl who said it.

She didn’t notice Bian Yingning looking at her; her face was flushed with excitement; she was taking pictures with her phone and screaming with her friends.

Bian Yingning stood in a corner at the side of the stage, not too far away, able to see the whole stage.

Wife.

Bian Yingning found the term amusing and smiled slightly.

Perhaps because of the “Rainbow Feather Dress,” Shang Qinghui on stage was graceful and nimble.

The intricate skirt fluttered like petals as she moved; the ink-wash painting on the skirt seemed to come alive.

At the end, dry ice smoke filled the stage; the lighting turned into a hazy white; Shang Qinghui appeared and disappeared in the mist, captivating the audience.

Her lake-green silk ribbon was even more striking in this light; Shang Qinghui was like a spring cloud, floating amidst the misty mountains.

She danced beautifully; why did she only came second place?

It was hard to imagine her having such charm; she seemed like a cool girl who danced street or jazz, not someone who could perform such a stunning classical dance.

Such a girl shouldn’t be hung up on the male lead!

Thinking this, Bian Yingning looked coldly at Nangong Jin in the guest seats.

“So beautiful.”

Someone nearby exclaimed, “Her dress is amazing too.”

Beautiful, right? I exchanged all my points for it.

Bian Yingning thought.

“But didn’t they say her dress was ruined?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she had a backup? Rich girls have many dresses.”

“That’s true. Let’s go to that new milk tea shop; I heard they have unlimited milk caps!”

Unlimited milk caps? That’s amazing.

Although the milk tea ruined her dress, the milk tea wasn’t at fault; it was the person.

She, a milk tea addict, used to be frugal; now, as a rich second-generation, she could afford unlimited milk tea; she wouldn’t order anything smaller than a large.

The grape milk tea this afternoon was good; the popping boba was great.

…Grape?

Bian Yingning suddenly remembered something and rushed back to Hua Cancan’s makeup room.

Hua Cancan and her friends were taking pictures outside; the makeup room was empty, except for Shang Qinghui’s dress on a chair.

The dress was white; the yellowish stains were easily visible.

Her remaining milk tea was on the table; the transparent cup contained a purplish-pink fruit tea.

She bought four cups of milk tea, all the same flavor: grape.

If Ji Xiaoxue ruined the dress with the milk tea Bian Yingning gave her, it should be purplish-pink.

She smelled the dress; it smelled strongly of milk. Hers was fruit tea; it didn’t contain milk.

Bian Yingning took the unfinished milk tea and poured some onto a corner of the dress; the purple wasn’t obvious, but there was a faint pink, inconsistent with the dried stain.

Shang Qinghui’s dress wasn’t ruined by Ji Xiaoxue?

It made sense; the female leads in old novels were either saints or doormats; they wouldn’t do this.

But her recent inexplicable hostility towards Shang Qinghui, and her gaze…

Bian Yingning clutched the dress and closed her eyes tightly.

“Damn it!” She thought the female lead did it; she didn’t explain, stubbornly saying it wasn’t her, acting like a fool, taking the blame.

Bian Yingning angrily threw the dress onto the chair back and kicked another chair.

Who was so vicious!

“You didn’t watch me dance; you took out my anger on my dress?” Shang Qinghui leaned against the makeup room door, holding her sandals, barefoot, appearing silently.

Author’s Note:

Shang Qinghui : Her smile… so alluring; she must be good at fishing.