Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 52

Although it was night and from a distance, the paparazzi’s photos were clear. Anyone familiar with Hua Jiangrong’s figure could recognize her.

Bian Yingning calmly handed the camera to a bodyguard, “Melt it down.”

She got out of the car and looked at the tall hotel nearby.

The plan to dismantle Nangong Jin’s business empire is underway.

…

With the system’s location, Bian Yingning quickly found Hua Jiangrong.

Bian Yingning, with four strong bodyguards, strode into the hotel. The hotel manager, a foreigner, hurried over.

“Miss, what can I do for you?”

“Nothing,” Bian Yingning didn’t even glance at him, her eyes scanning the private room numbers, “Just looking for a friend.”

“Friend? What friend? Please be careful, we don’t encourage violence here.” The worried manager started speaking in his native language.

Annoyed by the manager, Bian Yingning beckoned with her finger, and a bodyguard used his large frame to block the manager.

Seeing Bian Yingning’s menacing demeanor, the blocked manager, fearing she would harm someone, immediately called the police.

This person didn’t look like she was here for dinner. Looking for a friend? What friend? It looked like she was catching someone cheating, so terrifying.

Soon, they arrived at the private room the system indicated. Bian Yingning pushed open the door, startling Director Lei, who was sitting inside looking worried, causing him to cower against the wall.

The private room was simple, easily surveyed at a glance.

Only Director Lei and Hua Jiangrong’s unconscious manager were inside, but Hua Jiangrong was gone.

Bian Yingning frowned and asked the system, Where is she?

The system’s usually monotonous voice showed a hint of urgency for the first time, “Host, please wait, allow me to refresh.”

Allow you to refresh?? What the he…!!? You useless thing!

The system remained silent, only the sound of crackling electricity echoing.

Bian Yingning looked at Director Lei, “Where’s Hua Jiangrong?”

“I… I don’t know…” Director Lei shook his head in panic, feigning innocence.

Bian Yingning sneered and kicked over a chair.

The chair hit the table and fell to the ground, the loud crash making people’s scalps tingle.

She said with a chilling smile, “If you don’t know now, you won’t know for the rest of your life.”

Director Lei didn’t expect such a young girl to have such a terrifying aura.

Time ticked by. Before he could speak, Bian Yingning turned and left, leaving a bodyguard to watch him.

The system quickly said in Bian Yingning’s mind, “16th floor, room 1601.”

After Bian Yingning started to leave, Director Lei suddenly realized something and shouted anxiously, “Room 1601!”

But no matter how loudly he shouted, Bian Yingning didn’t turn back.

Director Lei looked at the bodyguard guarding him, his anxiety overwhelming.

Who was that woman, and what was her relationship with Hua Jiangrong?

Hua Jiangrong didn’t seem to have any powerful backers in the industry, nor did she have any significant background.

She had worked her way up from a small role to a supporting role. If she had a powerful background, why would she have struggled so much in the entertainment industry?

No, she couldn’t have any powerful background, she was just a hardworking actress.

Director Lei comforted himself, but beads of sweat continued to stream down his face.

…

Bian Yingning, who had been confident, now had a racing heart. She trusted the system, its information—time, place, and progress.

But it didn’t care about the changes in the plot, only issuing missions related to the original female supporting character’s plot points, only judging whether the missions were completed.

If Hua Jiangrong encountered something because of her delay…

In the elevator, Bian Yingning closed her eyes heavily.

She didn’t dare to think about how she would face Hua Cancan.

In front of room 1601, Bian Yingning held her breath and knocked.

No one answered. She persisted, and someone inside hissed, “Go away, don’t bother me.”

Bian Yingning sneered and said softly, “Sir, I’m here to deliver special props.”

There was a moment of silence, then a voice replied, “Special props?”

The door opened, a shirtless man appeared. Before he could reach for the legendary special props, a heavy kick slammed the door into his body, sending him reeling backward.

Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, “Who… who are you…” Producer Chen asked incoherently.

The room was dim, only a bedside lamp was on. The bright corridor light contrasted sharply with the dim room. Bian Yingning appeared in the doorway, backlit.

Hua Jiangrong, who had fallen on the bed and tried to escape when Producer Chen left but rolled under the bed due to weakness, saw this before losing consciousness.

She walked from the backlight, her face obscured, only a silhouette visible.

Then, a warm, slightly trembling hand touched her cheek, “Auntie? Auntie, wake up…”

Her hand was warm, but why did it feel so comfortable?

The usually dignified Hua Jiangrong was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her breath hot, her tongue licking her lips like a snake’s.

“Uncomfortable… thirsty…”

Not a thirsty fish, but a thirsty… vixen.

Bian Yingning gasped.

Damn it, she encountered the classic aphrodisiac again!

Before Bian Yingning could call for someone to take Hua Jiangrong to the hospital, a bodyguard ran in, “Miss, the hotel called the police, several police cars are at the entrance.”

Bian Yingning looked up, letting Hua Jiangrong cling to her hand, rubbing her face against her like a kitten.

“Let them call, it’s not certain who will be arrested.”

“And a large number of reporters are coming upstairs!”

“Uh…” Bian Yingning suddenly groaned.

The bodyguard, thinking she was shocked by the situation, lowered his head.

Bian Yingning frowned and lowered her eyes. Hua Jiangrong, who had been rubbing her hand, had just…

Bian Yingning trembled as she pulled her hand away. Before she could get up, Hua Jiangrong, having lost her “toy,” half-sat up and threw herself onto Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning didn’t react in time and fell to the ground with her.

“My lower back!”

Her body, still aching from Jiang Jiaotao’s afternoon torture, was now crushed by Hua Jiangrong, and Bian Yingning felt her soul leaving her body.

Maybe I should just ascend to heaven.

A bodyguard glanced at them and quickly looked away, “M… Miss, should we go out and help you close the door?”

Bian Yingning, struggling to push Hua Jiangrong off her slippery body: “?”

Was this the time to close the door?!

…Maybe it was.

“Get out, throw that pig and that director together,” Bian Yingning said with difficulty, holding Hua Jiangrong’s head.

“Yes!” The bodyguards left and closed the door in three seconds.