Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 39

Hua Cancan sat up straight like a zombie. “Bian Yingning, what’s wrong with you?”

Bian Yingning elegantly took a sip of her drink, then broke character, sticking out her tongue. “Damn, it’s spicy.”

Hua Cancan was furious, slapping the table. “I asked you out to drink so you could listen to me complain, not lecture me!”

“I understand,” Bian Yingning put down her glass. “I know the rules,” she pinched her voice, mimicking Hua Cancan’s tone:

“I’m your sister! I’m in a bad mood, and you should help me vent my anger, not criticize me! Don’t I even know if I’m wrong or not?!”

Then she also slammed the table, making the glasses and bottles tremble.

Hua Cancan: …

This is the legendary, walking someone else’s path and leaving them nowhere to go.

“Fine, just go.” Thank you for making my mood even worse than before.

Bian Yingning scoffed. “Fine, run away from home. With me around, you won’t starve. You can live at my place, sleep in my bed, eat my food, and use my money!”

Hua Cancan’s expression improved. “You still have a conscience.”

Bian Yingning picked up a piece of saury. “What happened?”

Hua Cancan poured herself another drink, slamming the glass down. “What do you think? Hua Jiangrong bought a painting, I don’t know where from.

She didn’t even hang it up; she just left it in the closet. I have a small gathering in a couple of days, and since she has a lot of clothes, I went to her closet to look around.

I accidentally knocked it over. The painting was like it was made of tofu; a corner and the frame broke. Hua Jiangrong, that stingy woman, came back and saw it. She went ballistic and told me to get lost… It’s hilarious. Like I want to stay with her.”

Hua Cancan rolled her eyes.

Bian Yingning remained silent.

Hua Cancan sighed.

She’d always been pampered. Hua Jiangrong disciplined her, but she’d never been so angry, as if she wanted to… kill her to vent her anger.

Hua Cancan pursed her lips, feeling dejected.

All the pampering and care were fake. The painting was fine; only the frame was cracked. She didn’t do it on purpose. Did she have to react like that?

“Maybe the painting was important to her,” Bian Yingning refilled Hua Cancan’s glass.

“Important? What’s so important? She doesn’t like paintings; she’s never collected them before. She just wanted an excuse to yell at me.”

Hua Cancan became angrier.

Bian Yingning leaned on the table, her other hand reaching across to poke Hua Cancan’s exposed cleavage.

“Ask yourself, were you wrong? Her anger and harsh words were wrong, but you were also wrong for being clumsy and breaking her things.”

Hua Cancan pushed Bian Yingning’s finger away. “Say what you want, but don’t touch me. Don’t think you’re untouchable.”

Bian Yingning withdrew her hand. “Fine, stop drinking. Come stay at my place for a few days. Apologize to her calmly when everyone’s calmed down.”

“Apologize to her? In your dreams!”

Bian Yingning looked at Hua Cancan, wishing she could be this defiant with Hua Jiangrong.

After taking Hua Cancan home and returning to school, it was almost 7 pm. Following Zhang Zhizhi’s directions, Bian Yingning snuck into the classroom.

The teacher was lecturing passionately. It wasn’t fully dark yet. As Bian Yingning peeked in, a voice called out from behind her.

“Excuse me.”

Bian Yingning jumped, turning to see Shang Qinghui, expressionless.

Bian Yingning stood straight, watching Shang Qinghui walk in openly.

Bian Yingning followed her.

Half an hour into class, the lecture hall was packed. Bian Yingning couldn’t find an empty seat.

She couldn’t see Zhang Zhizhi waving at her. She only saw Shang Qinghui sitting in the last row with an empty seat beside her.

Bian Yingning sat down.

This has become the norm. The teachers upstairs don’t even give it a second glance.

“Is this seat taken?” Bian Yingning whispered.

Shang Qinghui, who had been staring at her book since Bian Yingning sat down, shook her head slightly.

Bian Yingning relaxed.

She took out her phone to browse.

She hadn’t had time to look at the menu for Friday’s event.

Shang Qinghui’s friend saw this and texted someone:

“Don’t come. Bian Yingning took your seat!”

Shang Qinghui’s friend, who had gone to the restroom with her: “?!”

Ji Xiaoxue, in the middle row, watched the two girls without speaking. She returned her attention to the lecture.

Shang Qinghui felt the atmosphere between her and Bian Yingning was strange, their relationship undefined.

She stared at her book but didn’t turn a page, her mind wandering.

They weren’t close, but she felt her body near Bian Yingning was getting hot.

When the teacher announced a break and handed out the test papers, Shang Qinghui turned to see Bian Yingning sketching on her phone.

“Bian Yingning.”

“Mm?”

Bian Yingning responded instinctively, then looked around. No one was in front of her or to her left. Shang Qinghui’s eyes were on her.

“What?” Bian Yingning asked.

“I apologize.” Amidst the classroom noise, Shang Qinghui finally spoke.

Even as she spoke, her hand on the table was clenched into a fist, her other hand nervously clutching her clothes.

Shang Qinghui waited anxiously for Bian Yingning’s response.

Perhaps rejection, perhaps indifference…

“Oh.”

Bian Yingning returned to her phone, making notes on the menu.

She was focused on work, thinking about the ratio of ingredients. She needed to write it down quickly.

Shang Qinghui deflated like a balloon that had been fully inflated and then suddenly let the air out.

Oh?

Just an oh?

What does it mean?

“I… I…” Shang Qinghui had never suffered such humiliation.

Bian Yingning’s phone vibrated. Hua Cancan sent a message.

“I’m hungry. Bring me a late-night snack when you come back. I want three lotus root cakes from that braised food place in West City.”

Bian Yingning: “…? My house is in East City, and the school is in Central City!”

“So?” She’s sad and heartbroken right now. She’s a homeless little poor thing. Is there a problem with wanting a late-night snack to soothe her sorrows?!

“I’ll buy you 30!”

Hua Cancan: “…Are you a pig?”

Bian Yingning: “Don’t want them anymore?”

Shang Qinghui watched Bian Yingning smiling and typing on her phone, chatting happily with someone.

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

She seemed nonexistent to Bian Yingning.

A short while ago, she wasn’t this cold.

Is… she still angry?

“Bian Yingning,” Shang Qinghui said hoarsely again, “I sincerely apologize. If you want to hit me, scold me, or make me atone, I’ll do it.”

This was the first time in Shang Qinghui’s nineteen years that she had humbly apologized to someone.

She realized that Bian Yingning had genuinely wanted to be kind to her for a while.

But she had repaid her with ingratitude.

Bian Yingning turned, studying Shang Qinghui, seemingly pondering something. “You’ll do anything?”

Wow, the young miss actually apologized. It wasn’t necessary, but since she sincerely apologized, she’d respond.

Shang Qinghui nodded repeatedly after realizing what was happening.

She, Shang Qinghui, never owed anyone anything.

Bian Yingning knew about the land development in the south. If… if she also wanted it… she could help her get it.

“Then can you go to West City and buy me some lotus root cakes? Thirty of them.”

Going to West City after school, buying them, and returning would take two or three hours. She also wanted to see if Shang Qinghui’s apology was sincere.

“Buy… buy lotus root cakes?!” Shang Qinghui was stunned. If Bian Yingning was so shrewd and ambitious, why would she make such a request?

“What? Is it impossible?” Bian Yingning’s eyes were clear, as if she genuinely wanted her to buy the cakes.

“Okay, I’ll buy them for you.” It was just an errand. Compared to hitting her, it was nothing.

“Okay, thanks. Send them to my house.”

She was tired too and wanted a bath.

“Okay.”

…

After class, Bian Yingning greeted Zhang Zhizhi and hurried downstairs, heading home.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she saw her driver and car in the distance, but Ji Xiaoxue’s voice called out from behind.

“Senior.”

Bian Yingning stopped and turned.

Ji Xiaoxue jogged to catch up. At the bottom of the stairs, Shang Qinghui and three friends emerged, their eyes fixed on them.

“Something wrong?” The system hadn’t assigned tasks to Shang Qinghui and Ji Xiaoxue recently, so she was less attentive to them.

“…Can you buy me milk tea?” Standing before Bian Yingning, Ji Xiaoxue bit her lip and said quickly.

“What?” Bian Yingning didn’t expect this and thought she’d misheard.

Ji Xiaoxue bit her lip, her heart pounding. Although her request might seem shameless, she repeated, “Senior, can you buy me milk tea?”

Bian Yingning understood.

“Is this… an apology for throwing away my milk tea?” She found it amusing.

The female lead’s logic was so simple.

She knew she’d thrown away her milk tea.

“Yes… I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking.”