Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 44

In H City’s socialite circles, besides the occasional family gathering, the women organize a monthly girls-only party.

This party is members-only.

It’s just a chance for everyone to have fun and strengthen relationships.

Everyone is invited when they turn 18, but they can no longer attend after marriage.

Shang Qinghui recently turned 18 and this is her first invitation.

Hua Cancan, having eaten her fill, decided to change into something more revealing for the party, and Bian Yingning didn’t stop her. According to the original owner’s memories, everyone let loose at this party since there were no outsiders.

Bian Yingning checked on the chef competition upstairs; everything was normal, except the missing ingredient hadn’t been replaced.

She smiled and instructed, “Tell them to pack up and leave.”

“What about the missing dish?” the restaurant manager asked quietly.

Bian Yingning licked her lips, “Let them improvise a dish using the remaining ingredients.”

The manager nodded quickly; there was no other choice. This unexpected event would test the chefs’ skills.

After handling this, Bian Yingning went to the dance hall next door to check things out. She also needed to change her clothes.

She couldn’t be outdone by the other women.

Seeing everyone dancing, drinking, and socializing harmoniously, Bian Yingning relaxed and strolled around with a drink.

She saw Duanmu Zhenghao surrounded by two women and suddenly remembered she hadn’t interacted with Duanmu Zhengjie yet.

“Why hasn’t the Duanmu Zhengjie task ended?” Bian Yingning asked the system.

“We haven’t detected any information indicating Duanmu Zhengjie won’t help Nangong Jin, so the task isn’t over.”

“?”

What? After Nangong Jin’s behavior tonight, Duanmu Zhengjie would still help him?

“How can such an elite woman be so unintelligent around Nangong Jin? He’s not a good person; he’s a viper!”

Bian Yingning muttered this while stepping onto the balcony for some air. She was so focused on her conversation with the system that she didn’t notice her surroundings. She took a large step and collided with someone.

In a flash, Bian Yingning braked sharply, avoiding a collision, but her drink spilled.

“…” Bian Yingning covered her mouth, eyes wide, staring at the closed-eyed Duanmu Zhengjie.

Red wine dripped down her face and soaked into her white dress, like red plums blooming on snow.

Duanmu Zhengjie, who had been about to leave, was splashed with wine, “…”

“I’m so sorry, Sister Duanmu…” Bian Yingning quickly used her dress to wipe the wine from Duanmu Zhengjie’s face.

Oh no, what had I done? Could Istill complete the task? Would the Bian family fail because of me?

Hearing the familiar voice, Duanmu Zhengjie slowly opened her eyes. Bian Yingning’s face was close, her expression anxious and fearful, as if she might cry.

Duanmu Zhengjie gently dabbed at her face with Bian Yingning’s dress.

“I’m so sorry, Sister Duanmu, I didn’t see you. I was careless. Let’s go upstairs; there are rooms there, you can change…”

Bian Yingning apologized profusely, trying to make amends.

Duanmu Zhengjie grabbed Bian Yingning’s hand, her eyes downcast. The dress was now stained.

“Does an apology help?” she said coldly.

Bian Yingning bit her lip, her voice low and hoarse, her hand still held. “I’m sorry…”

Another apology.

A woman like Duanmu Zhengjie had never been splashed with wine before; her anger was understandable.

“Or is this another one of your schemes?”

This confused Bian Yingning. She looked at Duanmu Zhengjie, meeting her cold, insightful gaze. “Scheme?”

“Why are you approaching me?”

Bian Yingning was speechless. After a long pause, she murmured, “Sister… don’t misunderstand… it was an accident, I didn’t mean to.”

She couldn’t explain why she approached her, only focusing on the wine-spilling incident.

Duanmu Zhengjie stared at her for a long time before releasing her hand.

“Your evasive answer shows your ulterior motives.” Duanmu Zhengjie turned to leave, but Bian Yingning grabbed her wrist.

Her wrist was slender, and Bian Yingning’s hand completely enveloped it. She couldn’t let Duanmu Zhengjie leave; the task wasn’t complete, and failure meant five lightnings.

The feeling of holding jade was fleeting.

“Sister, let’s clean up the wine first, okay? I don’t want others to see you like this.”

Her soft, pleading tone.

Reason told Duanmu Zhengjie to leave, but her legs wouldn’t move.

She saw several vases on a nearby buffet table. Red roses in one vase bloomed brightly under the lights, reminding her of the flowers at the Coastline Western Restaurant.

…

Hot water poured from the showerhead. Duanmu Zhengjie closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her.

Steam filled the bathroom, obscuring the mirror.

A knock came: “Sister Duanmu, I left your clothes at the door, and there’s a bathrobe on the shelf.”

Duanmu Zhengjie wiped her face and opened her eyes.

When she came out, the room was empty, the door slightly ajar. She pulled at her bathrobe, revealing her shoulder. On a chair was a silver-black strapless dress, shimmering under the lights. …and thoughtfully placed breast pads.

Holding the pads, Duanmu Zhengjie smiled silently. That’s all the courage she had.

The dress fit well, though a little tight. She wore hotel slippers and went to the living room, where Bian Yingning was sitting in a daze.

Seeing Duanmu Zhengjie, her eyes lit up. “Sister, that dress looks great on you. It’s new; I was going to wear it to the party, but this one suits you better.”

Bian Yingning was wearing a white shirt dress. The neckline was low, the skirt was round and fitted, with a black belt accentuating her waist. Her legs were slender and straight, in silver heels.

Duanmu Zhengjie’s clothes were always elegant and dignified.

Bian Yingning’s was revealing, unsuitable for Duanmu Zhengjie’s status.

Duanmu Zhengjie’s eyes were fixed on Bian Yingning’s skirt.

Bian Yingning noticed and nervously tugged at her skirt. “What? Does this dress look bad on me?”

Duanmu Zhengjie finally looked away. “Aren’t you worried about a wardrobe malfunction?”

Bian Yingning grinned. “I’m wearing something underneath, so it’s okay..” Why did Sister Duanmu seem… old-fashioned?

“Underwear?” Duanmu Zhengjie suddenly asked.

“Huh?” Bian Yingning’s smile faltered.

“You prepared breast pads but not underwear? You only cared about the top?” Duanmu Zhengjie asked softly.

Bian Yingning struggled to avoid looking where she shouldn’t.

Breast pads were usually needed for dresses, and Bian Yingning thought Duanmu Zhengjie would need to remove and reapply them, so she prepared a pair.

As for underwear… was that also part of my task?

“I… I…”

They were alone, discussing this. Thinking that Duanmu Zhengjie was practically naked, Bian Yingning felt her face burn.

She couldn’t… just wear the old one…

“I’ll get someone to prepare some!”

Bian Yingning fled. The door slammed shut.

Duanmu Zhengjie went to the large window, looking at the night view, tapping her fingers rhythmically on her arm.

There are three siblings in her family. Her older brother was engaged, Zhenghao was young and hadn’t achieved much, only she was in a position to speak to leaders.

So she…

Everyone chased fame and fortune, including her.

A moment later, the door opened again, and Bian Yingning rushed back, her skirt swaying.

“Sister, I didn’t keep you waiting long. Here… um… for you.” Bian Yingning went behind Duanmu Zhengjie and handed her a small bag.

Duanmu Zhengjie took it, her fingers brushing Bian Yingning’s palm.

As she walked to the bedroom, Bian Yingning rolled up her sleeves and spoke to her back.

“I hope you don’t misunderstand, Sister.

I approached you not to get anything from you, but to be friends… I want you to be happy.

I may not be as knowledgeable as you, and you may think we have nothing in common… but if I can cook you a dish you like and chat with you occasionally, that’s enough for me.”

As long as they could talk, she was confident she could persuade her not to fall into Nangong Jin’s trap.