Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 58

After Bian Yingning left, Duanmu Zhengjie slowly sat up, a little dazed.

The door was still closed, only she was in the room, a slight stillness in the air.

She looked around blankly, finally settling her gaze on a box wrapped in black gift paper with a pink ribbon.

Slowly getting up, kicking off her high heels, she walked barefoot, buttoning two buttons on her shirt.

Most of her shirt had come untucked from her skirt, only a corner remaining inside, like a lingering connection.

She swept her hair back, revealing her smooth forehead, walked to the cabinet, and untied the ribbon.

As the ribbon came undone, she slowly revealed the contents.

A luxury brand box. Inside, as expected, was one of their bags.

“Heh.” She scoffed.

She almost closed the box, but then a phrase popped into her head: ” Remember to check everywhere…”

Her hand stopped.

She took out the bag, it felt heavy.

She removed the dust bag, and the exquisite bag appeared before her.

But Duanmu Zhengjie wasn’t lacking a bag.

No matter how beautiful or exquisite a bag was, if she wanted it, she could get it.

After examining it, she opened the bag’s zipper, revealing a plain lunch box.

As soon as she opened the lunch box, a milky scent wafted out.

Neatly arranged swan-shaped cookies were stacked inside the box.

The box had no production markings… Were these… homemade?

Swan necks are thin, making the cookies easy to break, yet every cookie in the box was perfect.

Duanmu Zhengjie stood there, looking down at the cookies, dazed.

She had encountered countless suitors and seen all kinds of people.

Some sent her bouquets of flowers, others expensive jewelry, some took her to high-end restaurants, others bought her antiques…

But no one had ever made anything for her.

A meal, a bowl of noodles, a plate of cookies…

“Bian… Ying… Ning.”

She was confused.

Was she being delusional?

“Sister, it’s better to stay single forever.”

“But I think I would unconditionally be good to her, wanting to interact with her…”

“But I wouldn’t ask for anything in return, nor would I demand her to like me because I like her…”

She always assumed everyone who approached her had ulterior motives, wanting something from her.

But she never thought that someone might genuinely… genuinely approach her just because of who she was, regardless of her name.

When she heard from Duanmu Zhenghao about her and Hua Jiangrong, she felt a sense of betrayal, so she treated Hua Jiangrong coldly and asked Bian Yingning to come here.

Now, after calming down, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

Duanmu Zhengjie, you’re getting more naive as you get older.

The cookies were moderately sweet, the milky scent soothing, yet Duanmu Zhengjie found them sickeningly sweet.

…

Even after returning home, Bian Yingning’s heart was still racing.

It was… too exciting.

She had always thought Duanmu Zhengjie was a serious, unapproachable older sister, but she was unexpectedly direct and bold…

Looking in the mirror, besides being beautiful, having a good figure, money, and power, she didn’t seem to have any other advantages. Why would Duanmu Zhengjie want to…

Wait, was this the legendary one-night stand?

No, no, she mentioned Hua Jiangrong, but what did Hua Jiangrong have to do with it? She was innocent.

If there was no competition between them, there was only one truth—

They had something going on!

But Duanmu Zhengjie found out that Hua Jiangrong had been in that hotel with her brother, so she decided to get revenge and invited Bian Yingning there.

In short, she was an innocent victim caught in the crossfire.

Society was terrifying; those older women were unpredictable.

…

On Thursday, the school held its annual sports meet. Uninterested, Bian Yingning went to meet Ji Xiaoxue.

They met at the cinema. Arriving, Bian Yingning realized it was the same place she and Shang Qinghui had been to before.

Remembering the incident, she called out to the system in her mind, but there was still no response.

Had it crashed?

“Senior!”

As soon as Bian Yingning arrived, Ji Xiaoxue saw her from afar, calling out and running over with a smile.

She was more dressed up than usual.

A knee-length floral dress, very pure and lovely, two braids hanging down from behind her ears, a fisherman’s hat with a small strawberry on it.

Bian Yingning walked towards her. To outsiders, it looked like a mutual attraction.

Ji Xiaoxue stopped a few steps from Bian Yingning, looking up, “Senior, have you eaten?”

Her eyes were full of smiles, her whole being radiating energy, much better than during the talent show.

Bian Yingning was infected by her cheerfulness, her lips curving upwards, “I haven’t had lunch yet.”

“Should we watch the movie first or eat first?”

“Either is fine.” Bian Yingning touched the strawberry on her hat; it was cute.

“The movie starts in forty minutes, shall we stroll around first?”

Ji Xiaoxue covered her hat brim, her cheeks flushed, checked the movie time on her phone, and suggested.

She had intentionally asked Bian Yingning to arrive early to spend more time with her.

“Okay.” Bian Yingning had no objections; she was here to spend time with Ji Xiaoxue.

“I heard there’s a delicious Indian flying pancake here,” Ji Xiaoxue said excitedly.

“Let’s try it.”

They walked into the mall. There was a reflective glass at the entrance, and Ji Xiaoxue suggested taking a photo with Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning naturally posed, looking at the glass. Ji Xiaoxue stood beside her, holding her phone, unsure if she had taken any photos. There was a gap between them.

Looking at their reflection, Bian Yingning praised Ji Xiaoxue, “You look especially beautiful today. People look different at school and outside.”

Ji Xiaoxue touched her skirt, “No, I… I just find dresses inconvenient, so I don’t wear them at school.”

She had shopped for this dress with her classmates for two days. The hat wasn’t hers, it was her roommate’s. Her classmate was more serious than she was about the date.

She had watched her wash her hair and take a shower, and even did her makeup and hair.

But… it was worth it.

Ji Xiaoxue looked at the slightly blurry photo of her and Bian Yingning.

“Senior, we look like strangers…”

Bian Yingning was momentarily stunned. Ji Xiaoxue leaned closer, linking arms with her, and they took photos.

They linked arms several times.

“How is this?” After taking many photos, Ji Xiaoxue showed Bian Yingning the photos, “I think this one is particularly beautiful.”

Bian Yingning looked at them. It was a reflection, not a mirror, so their faces were only vaguely visible.

To her, the photos seemed… the same?

“Indeed, I think this one is better,” Bian Yingning said seriously.

“Then I’ll post this one on my Moments tonight.”

“Okay, let’s buy some snacks later, and you can take more photos to make a nine-grid post.”

Bian Yingning had also been through this stage. Seeing Ji Xiaoxue, she saw her younger self.

When she first arrived in the city, she and her classmates went to different places every weekend, taking many photos.

Before the semester ended, her photo album had grown from over 100 to over 2000 photos.

Youth is good.

Bian Yingning, whose heart was already old, looked at Ji Xiaoxue with a touch of melancholy.

They bought a durian pancake. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the crispness of the pancake and the durian paste were a perfect combination.

“How much do we need to eat to get rid of the durian smell…” Ji Xiaoxue covered her mouth after eating.

Bian Yingning found it funny, “What’s wrong? You’re not kissing anyone, no one will smell it.”

Ji Xiaoxue’s expression paused, “Y… you’re right…”

“Let’s buy a strawberry milk tea to cover it up,” Bian Yingning poked the strawberry on Ji Xiaoxue’s hat.

“Okay…”

After buying milk tea and eating grilled sausages, they finally entered the cinema with their unfinished milk tea.

Bian Yingning regretted her good memory.

The ticket takers were the same ones from her last visit with Shang Qinghui.

She had developed a psychological shadow; she wouldn’t faint again, would she?

“What movie did you buy?”

Ji Xiaoxue had sent several movie options to Bian Yingning, who was busy making cookies, so she let Ji Xiaoxue decide.

“《A Racer’s Race》,” Ji Xiaoxue answered obediently, “This movie is very popular recently, everyone recommends it.”

Bian Yingning was silent.

Ji Xiaoxue sensed something and cautiously asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to watch this?”

Bian Yingning shook her head, “No, I just think the title is long.”

Ji Xiaoxue: “…”

“It is a little long.”

It wasn’t the same cinema as last time, and their seats were closer to the front. There were more people this time.

A girl was sitting to Bian Yingning’s right; she seemed to be watching alone.

Bian Yingning remembered the beginning of the movie, but when it reached the final race, her heart tensed.

She rubbed her head, feeling no discomfort.

Shang Qinghui had brought her to watch this movie last time.

As expected, the girl’s car hit a stone, the car flew into the air, and someone in the cinema gasped.

The car went off track and tumbled down the mountain, everything but the frame turning to ashes.

The film showed slow motion. A helicopter at the camp started rescue efforts. Everything was silent, yet powerful.

Everyone seemed to be there, the wind was hot, the air still, only the sound of the car tumbling in the air was heard.

Finally, the female lead’s car passed the wreckage at the foot of the mountain, still burning. The sound of the fire, though brief, felt intense.

The half-visible sugar daddy, watching the live broadcast, dropped her coffee.

The cup didn’t break, but the coffee spilled on the table, flowing from streams to drops.

Bian Yingning covered her chest, feeling empty.

“…Woo.” The girl on the right sobbed, and Bian Yingning sighed, a tissue offered to her.

It was Ji Xiaoxue, her eyes red.

Bian Yingning took it, a tear falling onto her hand.

She touched her face, realizing she was crying.

Was the tragedy contagious?

The female lead won first place, with a time of 90 minutes and 56 seconds.

She had surpassed her best time.

But everyone knew she had finished in 90 minutes and 1 second last year.

Everyone expected her to break the world record this year.

The female lead returned to racing, receiving flowers and applause, countless investments and sponsorships pouring in.

The film ended with the girl’s car spinning gracefully as she crossed the finish line, getting out, taking off her helmet, and smiling at the camera. This was the ending everyone wanted.

Bian Yingning vaguely saw someone smiling at her by a racing car.

Was it my imagination?

The brain is deceptive. Sometimes, memories deceive you.

The details you remember might not be real, but a reconstruction by your brain.

Sometimes, if you imagine things too much, they become real.

Like when you’re looking for something, you remember putting it somewhere, but it’s not there.

Leaving the cinema, Bian Yingning felt everyone’s eyes were swollen from crying.

“This movie was so sad,” Ji Xiaoxue sighed in the restroom.

Bian Yingning wiped her face, “Yes, so sad.”

“Why would anyone participate in such a race? I don’t understand,” Ji Xiaoxue mumbled, “Were they tired of living?”

Bian Yingning smiled slightly, “It’s a hobby.”

Ji Xiaoxue pursed her lips, not refuting her.

But Bian Yingning knew she still didn’t understand.

The two went to have hotpot, and the Bian Yingning took Ji Xiaoxue back to school.

At the dorm, Ji Xiaoxue looked at Bian Yingning, “Thank you, Senior. I had a lot of fun today.”

“I had fun too.”

Ji Xiaoxue smiled, “Let’s hang out again next time, okay?”

“Okay.”

Back in the dorm, Ji Xiaoxue touched her hat and messaged her classmates who were traveling.

“Can I buy your hat?”

…

That night, Shang Qinghui’s friend, Wang Yu, sent Shang Qinghui a screenshot.

Ji Xiaoxue posted on her Moments.

Caption: “A happy day with my kind senior.”

The photos included two reflections of them by the glass, holding hands, looking close, hotpot, sausages, milk tea, and pancakes.

Two movie tickets were in the middle.

“No way, Ji Xiaoxue and Bian Yingning are so close?”

Wang Yu asked Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui didn’t reply, but asked, “Do you have her WeChat?”

Wang Yu thought she was unhappy that she and Ji Xiaoxue had exchanged contact information, quickly explaining, “No, someone sent it to me, I’m showing you.”

Shang Qinghui didn’t reply.

Shang Qinghui, stretching in the dance studio, enlarged the screenshot. There wasn’t much to see.

But their intimate photos were clear.

And the two movie tickets.

It didn’t matter; she had already seen a movie with her.

…

Nangong Jin was frustrated. Following the previous life’s plan, he wanted to expose Hua Jiangrong’s scandal, then reveal her family background, pushing the Hua family into the spotlight.

If the Hua family suppressed the news, it didn’t matter; netizens’ gossiping couldn’t be easily stopped.

Once Hua Jiangrong’s news broke, he would release some of the Hua family’s secrets, taking advantage of the stock market turmoil to seize the media industry.

He had been preparing for a long time, waiting for the opportunity, but Bian Yingning ruined his plans again.

Not only did she prevent Hua Jiangrong’s scandal, but she also revealed her identity and became H City’s tourism spokesperson!

Nangong Jin smashed his office again.

There must be something wrong with this Bian Yingning. It is very likely that she was time traveler just like him.

Bian Yingning.

Nangong Jin carefully recalled what he knew about her.

The Hua family was the weakest of the four major families. If he were to attack, the Hua family was the best target.

He couldn’t give up now. He couldn’t change his plan.

Bian Yingning had done something to the Shang family; Shang Qinghui ignored him. If he got too close, it would arouse suspicion.

Then, he would continue with the Hua family.

…

Since shopping with Jiang Jiaotao and giving her a bag, their relationship had improved.

Bian Yingning thought she should go for a dance lesson and messaged Jiang Jiaotao.

Unexpectedly, she refused, saying she had something tonight.

Bian Yingning felt something was wrong and called her, directly asking, “What’s wrong, Sister? Are you going to work tonight? Don’t you dislike work and prefer teaching me?”

Jiang Jiaotao hesitated, “I do prefer teaching you, but tonight is special.”

“How special?”

“A young and promising boss wants to book me, I want to try, see if I can seize the opportunity…”

Bian Yingning frowned, “What… are you trying to seduce him?”

“Don’t talk like that, it’s not seduction, it’s cooperation,” Jiang Jiaotao was applying a face mask, lying leisurely on the sofa, oblivious to Bian Yingning’s anxiety.

“…” Cooperation, all her guidance had been useless.

“What boss? Do you know his identity?”

“It seems… he’s a rich guy,” Jiang Jiaotao hesitated.

Bian Yingning: “?”

“Rich guy? I’ve only heard of rich husbands.”

“Oh, my mistake. A turtle. He’s just a slow, insignificant turtle.”

“…”

Bian Yingning almost laughed.

Soon, she couldn’t laugh, “Turtle?”

She only knew one turtle—Nangong Jin.

“Yeah, he returned from overseas, he’s quite powerful.”

“How powerful?”

“Rich, powerful, knowledgeable, capable, and good-looking.”

“Is his surname Nangong?”

This time, Jiang Jiaotao was stunned.

“Nangong? It seems to be Nangong, but how did you know? Do you know him?”

Bian Yingning sighed heavily. She thought she could avoid it, but she couldn’t.

The timing didn’t match, but Nangong Jin still found Jiang Jiaotao.

“My treasure, listen to me, this kind of person is no good. I’ve heard of him, he was involved with a wealthy heiress, wanting to be her son-in-law, but she didn’t like him.

This kind of person wants to climb up, he likes women with more power than him. We’re just wasting our time on him.”

Bian Yingning advised earnestly.

“It’s okay, I’m not trying to marry him, I just want to get some money from him.”

Jiang Jiaotao’s frank words left Bian Yingning speechless.

“No, I don’t agree with you going tonight.”

“Think about it, how much can you earn dancing for him? You can earn 7000 yuan for two hours with me! Isn’t my money better?”

Bian Yingning was about to throw a tantrum.

Jiang Jiaotao hesitated, “I know you’re good to me, but… I want to try.”

Try?! What was there to try? The male lead was like a psychopath, his thinking was abnormal. What if she couldn’t get out of it after trying?