Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 32

[Host, please note, tonight the male lead Nangong Jin will have dinner with the female supporting character Duanmu Zhengjie to obtain information about the land development bid.

This dinner will allow Nangong Jin to impress Duanmu Zhengjie, gradually revealing his ambition and drive. To prevent Duanmu Zhengjie from falling for the male lead, please intervene!]

[Task value: 50 points, Task failure: struck by five lightnings]

A ding, like a message notification, sounded in her head. Bian Yingning struggled to open her eyes, her mind slowly clearing.

Why did she feel like she’d slept for ages?

Bian Yingning sat up, patted her head, and memories flooded back.

“…ouch…”

Standing at the sink, looking in the mirror, Bian Yingning brushed her teeth with an electric toothbrush. Listening to the buzzing, she looked into her eyes…

It was like looking at another self.

Yesterday afternoon, after getting into the car, the system, as if having a change of heart, hesitantly said:

“Host, please note, it has been detected that your actions and words differ from the original host, causing suspicion. The original host’s memories have been packaged for you. Do you wish to receive them?”

Exhausted, Bian Yingning looked out the window. “I can receive the original host’s memories?”

“Yes. Initially, to prevent your soul from struggling to adapt, if we’d transferred the memories earlier, you might have lost control of the body due to insufficient compatibility.

Therefore, the system didn’t allow you to receive them. The situation is urgent, so we recommend merging with the original host’s memories.”

“Merge? After merging… will I be me or her?”

“To be precise, you, and her.”

A person’s personality isn’t solely determined by nature but also by nurture. External environmental influences shape personality traits.

Receiving memories isn’t just about gaining information; it’s also about enduring the impact of those memories.

In short, it’s about accepting the personality traits formed by those memories.

“Heh,” Bian Yingning smiled slightly. “If I’m not me, what’s the point of my existence?”

“Host, don’t be so pessimistic. Currently, your compatibility with the body is good. Receiving the original host’s memories will only have a minor initial impact. With the system’s assistance, you will retain control of the body and independent thought.”

“…What about the original host?”

“Sorry, that involves system secrets. I cannot disclose that information.”

“Will the original host… die?”

“Host, don’t overthink it. The system has no authority over life and death.”

“Then why did you mention being struck by five lightnings?”

“That’s the consequence of failure, not related to the system.”

“?” Are you being polite?

Then…

Bian Yingning chose to accept.

What followed felt like a dream.

Perhaps due to the influx of memories, her head felt heavy. Did her head actually get bigger?

Bian Yingning looked at her reflection.

Thankfully, her head seemed normal.

Looking at her messy hair, Bian Yingning remembered something.

Last night, when Hua Cancan was pinned to the sofa, their hair had become similarly disheveled.

Wait… what do you mean “she” pinned her? That was the original host’s personality taking over after the memory transfer. It was the original host, not me.

However…

Hua Cancan, usually so bold and sassy, was surprisingly docile in front of the original host?

Well… not docile, but equally strong-willed and unwilling to back down.

Hua Cancan’s earlier comment about the original host pinching and squeezing her until she was bruised was true.

Unbelievable.

Bian Yingning felt both surprised and curious, replaying those memories in her mind.

After washing up, looking at her seemingly refreshed reflection, Bian Yingning smiled.

She’d never been a rich heiress, never received socialite training. Now, things were different.

It’s just a game. She wants to win. The original host, trained to be an heiress, had her own ambitions. There’s no conflict.

Bian Yingning raised her right hand, her index and middle fingers together, thumb up, mimicking a gun. Pointing at her reflection, she lightly said, “Bang—”

…

That evening, Duanmu Zhengjie arrived at the restaurant Nangong Jin had specified, gave her keys to the valet, and entered.

A waiter led her to a window seat. Nangong Jin wasn’t there yet.

The restaurant was by the bay. From the window, she could see waves crashing on the beach.

The night sea had a unique charm.

Suddenly, a waiter approached with an elegant crystal vase containing nine red roses.

The waiter whispered, “Miss Duanmu, our manager said these roses are worthy of being placed before you.”

He removed the lilies and respectfully placed the roses.

Duanmu Zhengjie was startled, looking at the vibrant red roses in the expensive vase.

“These are privately grown roses, airlifted from France. We hope you enjoy them. Enjoy your meal.” The waiter bowed and left.

Duanmu Zhengjie hadn’t even had a chance to ask who the manager was.

Nangong Jin arrived shortly after. Seeing Duanmu Zhengjie already seated, a slight apology flickered across his stern face. “Sorry, there was unexpected traffic near the scenic area.”

Duanmu Zhengjie was puzzled. “Traffic?”

When she arrived, a security guard had directed her to a side road by the sea, saying it was more convenient. She hadn’t thought much of it.

“Well, so what if there was traffic… Sorry again.” As a cold and aloof CEO, Nangong Jin was always concise in his speech. If it weren’t for Duanmu Zhengjie sitting opposite him, he wouldn’t have apologized twice.