Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 59

“Don’t try it. I’m telling you this because we’re close, I wouldn’t hurt you,” Bian Yingning said patiently.

Jiang Jiaotao didn’t respond.

Bian Yingning, unable to contain her anxiety, tried to persuade her earnestly:

“My silly girl, wait, let me find a little old man. After I divorce him, the money will be ours, we’ll live in a high-end apartment building.”

“Just stay away from that Nangong guy, it’s too dangerous, you can’t handle it!”

“…”

After Bian Yingning said this, Jiang Jiaotao was even quieter, only a faint electrical hum in the receiver, indicating the line was still open.

“Jiang Jiaotao?”

This was the first time Bian Yingning used her full name.

Jiang Jiaotao, sitting up and removing her face mask, felt a warmth in her chest. She took a deep breath and said hoarsely, “Forget it, I’ll find an old man.”

The next second, the call was disconnected.

Bian Yingning was shocked.

“???”

Couldn’t she wait for the good news?

This was unexpected.

Shouldn’t she be thrilled and start waiting for Bian Yingning to bring millions to buy her a house?

[Host’s Painting Rosy Picture Skill +50]

“!”

Bian Yingning was truly stunned.

“System?”

“…”

Silence.

Impossible, was she hallucinating? She clearly heard the system’s mechanical voice, saying she gained fifty skill points!

“System, don’t ignore me, I know you’re there, speak up!”

“…”

After a long monologue, Bian Yingning was numb, “Are you pretending to be down because I’m going to ask about my fainting spell?”

It wasn’t impossible.

This thought seemed reasonable.

“Fine, very good, then I’ll just lie here and not do any missions, and wait for lightning to strike me. We can all die together.”

Bian Yingning lay on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“…”

Time passed, Jiang Jiaotao’s situation was unclear, and Bian Yingning lay still, everything seemed at a standstill.

After a while, a sound like a computer booting up, the system’s voice reappeared, full of excitement.

“Dear host, I’ve finally finished upgrading! I’ve missed you so much!”

Bian Yingning: “Heh.”

System: “…After so long, the host is still so unique!”

Bian Yingning turned over, closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

The system pondered, “Host, you’re amazing! Your Painting Rosy Picture Skill is superb! Just by talking, you gained fifty points! Who would believe it!”

Bian Yingning breathed deeply, seemingly asleep.

Of course, the system could detect her state.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you, alright.”

The system finally gave in.

Bian Yingning suddenly opened her eyes.

System: “…”

“Speak, what are you waiting for?” Bian Yingning urged.

“Actually, I’m not sure about your problem. It might be a lingering trauma from the original owner, or it might be a problem with you. I’ve been investigating, but I haven’t found anything yet.”

“That’s it?”

This was like saying nothing at all?

“…This system didn’t intentionally malfunction. Because I was investigating, I didn’t have much energy left, I could only sense you, but couldn’t communicate.”

Bian Yingning frowned; she no longer trusted the system completely.

Forget it, she wouldn’t get any more information by arguing.

“What about Nangong Jin? His relationship with Ji Xiaoxue is completely different from the original plot. I stopped him from targeting Hua Jiangrong, but why did he target Jiang Jiaotao?”

In the original plot, Nangong Jin and Jiang Jiaotao’s meeting was coincidental, but now she felt Nangong Jin was deliberately targeting Jiang Jiaotao.

“This system has also noticed that the male lead, Nangong Jin, is acting strangely, but the specific reason is still under investigation. More information is needed.”

Bian Yingning tapped her head and got up.

She didn’t know what Jiang Jiaotao planned and couldn’t restrict her freedom. She decided to go to the bar to find her.

Just as Bian Yingning was about to leave with her bodyguards, she received a call from Hua Cancan.

Hua Cancan’s tone was strange. As soon as the call connected, she asked where Bian Yingning was.

“I, I’m still at home,” Bian Yingning looked around, having just gotten into her car.

This wasn’t a lie; she was still at home, but not for long.

“Why haven’t you contacted me lately?” Hua Cancan didn’t have classes because of the sports meet.

“Lately…” Bian Yingning frowned, “I’ve been busy.”

“Oh?” Hua Cancan’s tone was amused, but it sounded strange to Bian Yingning, “Busy doing what?”

“Busy… busy studying the similarities and differences in the behavior of different types of women in daily social interactions,” Bian Yingning lied smoothly.

Hua Cancan paused for a second, “Let’s go out for drinks.”

“Now?” The driver had started the car.

“Now.”

“Where…”

She wondered if she could handle Jiang Jiaotao before going.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I want to go to Queen Bar.”

“See you at Queen Bar.”

“…” They hadn’t even planned yet.

Bian Yingning waited at Queen Bar, from dusk till night, finally seeing Jiang Jiaotao, dressed casually, coming to work.

“Jiang Jiaotao.” Bian Yingning softly called her name.

Jiang Jiaotao paused, turning her head.

She was usually called “Sister” or “Treasure,” hearing her full name felt strange, with an inexplicable pressure.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Jiaotao stood there, watching Bian Yingning approach.

“Why won’t you listen to me?” Bian Yingning said sadly, “I can help you get whatever life you want, I just want you to be happy.”

Jiang Jiaotao lowered her eyes. Although she was older than Bian Yingning, she felt inferior in front of this younger girl.

“You’re so silly,” Jiang Jiaotao suddenly said.

“Why are you so good to me?”

She had given her warmth she had never felt before, making her want to sink into it.

She looked up, meeting Bian Yingning’s gaze.

“Since I was born, I’ve never known my parents, I’ve never heard anything about them.

I grew up with an aunt who abused me. She made me beg and pick up trash, but when I was eight, she abandoned me at an orphanage.

The orphanage closed when I was fourteen, and I started working. At eighteen, I started working in the nightlife… Don’t get close to me, there’s nothing you can get from me.”

She didn’t like owing people. If someone did her a favor, she had to repay it.

For years, she had understood that no one would be good to you for no reason.

She admitted that when she heard Bian Yingning’s words, she was moved.

If possible, without the luxurious apartment, a simple apartment building, living close to each other…

Calling each other over for meals, not needing delicacies, just simple fried rice or noodles, as long as someone was there, it would be delicious.

They could watch movies together, comedies or tearjerkers, laughing, crying, or playing around…

Most importantly, having someone to be with.

Bian Yingning felt heavy-hearted, looking at Jiang Jiaotao’s seemingly calm face, as if she were telling someone else’s story.

Her heart ached, and she hugged Jiang Jiaotao.

“I’m sorry…” Bian Yingning whispered.

She shouldn’t have hidden her identity, shouldn’t have approached her with ulterior motives for the mission.

“I apologize for the trouble I’ve caused you.”

Jiang Jiaotao leaned against her, the girl’s embrace wasn’t wide, but it was fragrant, soft, and safe.

“I didn’t want anything from you.”

She just wanted to change their fates.

To give everyone a good ending.

“Nangong Jin is dangerous, I’m really afraid you’ll be in danger if you get close to him.”

Jiang Jiaotao didn’t speak, looking behind Bian Yingning.

A flamboyant woman, touching her short curly hair, stood behind Bian Yingning, quietly watching them.

A black sleeveless jumpsuit, a deep V-neck, the skirt was sheer gauze, with a bodycon lining underneath.

Very alluring, but her gaze was unfriendly.

“Do you know her?” Jiang Jiaotao suddenly asked.

Bian Yingning, lost in sadness, “…Who?”

Couldn’t they stop changing the subject so quickly? She was still sad, couldn’t they give her some time?

“The person behind you.”

As soon as Jiang Jiaotao spoke, Bian Yingning felt a twitch in her temple. She quickly released Jiang Jiaotao and turned around.

Hua Cancan, with a look of amusement, stood a few steps away, her expression… indescribable.

Bian Yingning: “…”

Damn it.

She shouldn’t have heard anything.

“You… why are you here?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to drink here?”

Hua Cancan yawned, looking Jiang Jiaotao up and down without Bian Yingning’s obstruction.

But when she saw Jiang Jiaotao’s face clearly, her expression froze, her eyes widening.

…Like she saw a ghost.

Bian Yingning looked at Hua Cancan’s surprised expression, then at Jiang Jiaotao, who remained calm, “Do you two know each other?”

“No,” Jiang Jiaotao replied.

Logically, they shouldn’t know each other.

Bian Yingning looked at Hua Cancan, who rubbed her eyes without speaking.

The three of them entered the bar. Bian Yingning opened a VIP booth, preventing Jiang Jiaotao from leaving, generously booking her for the night.

Hua Cancan, unlike her usual chatterbox self, sat opposite them, sipping her drink, occasionally looking at Jiang Jiaotao.

While Jiang Jiaotao was in the restroom, Bian Yingning sat next to Hua Cancan, “What’s wrong? You seem strange tonight, are you upset?”

They had contacted less these days, but not to this extent.

“That person… who was she?” Hua Cancan asked.

Bian Yingning looked at the lively atmosphere, pointing to the pole dancers on the stage, “She’s a pole dancer here.”

Hua Cancan didn’t ask why Bian Yingning was hugging her. She found a photo, “Does she look like this?”

It was a photo of a couple.

One standing, one sitting, like a wedding or artistic photo. The woman smiled at the camera, and Bian Yingning recognized the man, “Is this your grandfather?”

Hua’s grandfather was over seventy, living in the countryside, rarely appearing.

But in the original owner’s memories, she had seen him.

“Mm,” Hua Cancan replied, her intuition sharp, “This is a photo of my grandparents.”

Bian Yingning was silent.

For a moment, she felt she had grasped something.

The photo was blurry, a copy of a printed photo, not very clear, but the outline was visible.

Because of the blurriness, the woman in the photo looked almost exactly like Jiang Jiaotao.

“Is there such a coincidence in the world?” Hua Cancan murmured.

Hua’s grandmother was an elderly mother when she gave birth to Hua Jiangrong, but she insisted on having her.

She died of postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth.

Because of this, Hua’s grandfather didn’t like his daughter, and Hua Jiangrong was raised by Hua Cancan’s father.

Hua Cancan saw this photo at Hua Jiangrong’s place and took a picture.

Hua Jiangrong never saw her mother, and Hua Cancan never saw her grandmother.

They were silent, drinking.

They realized Jiang Jiaotao hadn’t returned for a long time.

Bian Yingning rushed to the restroom, calling out but getting no response.

Hua Cancan followed, “Did she go to work?”

Bian Yingning was afraid she had gone to work.

“Host, Jiang Jiaotao is in an upstairs private room,” the system said.

Bian Yingning realized the system was back.

“Did Nangong Jin call her there?”

“Her supervisor called her, and she went upstairs to change clothes.”

The more Bian Yingning tried to stop Jiang Jiaotao, the more she might want to see, not for anything else, but to satisfy her curiosity and find out why Bian Yingning was stopping her.

“Wait for me here, I’ll go check,” Bian Yingning told Hua Cancan.

“I’ll go with you,” Hua Cancan didn’t want to miss any clues before figuring out if it was a coincidence.

Bian Yingning didn’t object, taking her upstairs.

“How did you know she was here?” Hua Cancan asked, seeing Bian Yingning’s clear purpose.

Bian Yingning paused, “Oh, I asked someone.”

Hua Cancan didn’t say anything.

When they arrived, Bian Yingning knocked on the door and it opened.

There weren’t many people inside, two servers, a DJ, Nangong Jin, and a clean-cut man.

They were sitting on the sofa, watching Jiang Jiaotao dance on a small stage.

Jiang Jiaotao stopped when she saw Bian Yingning and Hua Cancan, like a child caught doing something wrong.

“Miss Bian.” Nangong Jin showed no surprise at Bian Yingning’s appearance, as if he had expected her.

Bian Yingning and Hua Cancan sat down on another sofa, “Mr. Nangong has exquisite taste.”

They were like riddles, the clean-cut man looked at them curiously.

“Continue,” Nangong Jin seemed unconcerned about the uninvited guests, not curious about their intentions. He watched Jiang Jiaotao, “Continue.”

Jiang Jiaotao looked at Bian Yingning, pausing before resuming her dance.

She had danced in front of all kinds of people, wearing little to no clothes, but this time, every move felt like a knife to her heart.

She didn’t dare look at Bian Yingning’s expression, only focusing on her dance.

Raising her hands, twisting her hips, swaying her waist, spinning, inverting, showing off her allure.

Only the music filled the room.

Everyone watched Jiang Jiaotao, no one talked or drank.

At the end of the dance, Nangong Jin clapped, “Miss Peach’s dance is as sweet and juicy as she is.”

Jiang Jiaotao stood by the pole, head slightly lowered.

“Miss Peach, why don’t you come and have a drink?”

Jiang Jiaotao didn’t move.

Nangong Jin’s friend, Gu Heji, spoke, “Miss Peach, don’t be shy, Young Master Jin just wants to make friends.”

Both spoke, Jiang Jiaotao couldn’t refuse.

She walked down, didn’t look at Bian Yingning, poured herself a drink, “To the two of you.”

She drank it down.

“Good, Miss Peach, you have a good capacity for alcohol,” Gu Heji smiled, pouring her another drink.

Nangong Jin threw some money in front of Jiang Jiaotao, “Miss Peach’s dance is excellent, what do you think, Miss Bian?”

Bian Yingning played with her drink, “Naturally, excellent.”

“Heh,” Nangong Jin sneered, “Since Miss Bian says so, I can’t miss a beauty like Miss Jiang.”.”

Jiang Jiaotao used a stage name; few knew her real name. Nangong Jin’s use of her real name surprised her.

But she was more puzzled by Bian Yingning’s identity.

She sensed a conflict between Nangong Jin and Bian Yingning; they seemed to be competing.

And she was the measuring stick.

Bian Yingning… who was she?

“Miss Jiang, would you like to be with me?”

Even Gu Heji was stunned.

Hua Cancan frowned.

She didn’t know Bian Yingning and Nangong Jin were so “familiar.”

Their connection was Shang Qinghui.

But now… Shang Qinghui was irrelevant.

“Mm… ten thousand yuan a month, what do you think?” Nangong Jin added.

If it were only the first sentence, people might think he was proposing, but the second sentence showed he wanted a mistress.

This was what Jiang Jiaotao had wanted, but when Nangong Jin said it, her meager self-respect kicked in.

Her face burned, she didn’t look at anyone, but everyone was looking at her.

She wanted to see Bian Yingning’s expression, but she didn’t dare to glance at her.

Before coming here against Bian Yingning’s wishes, hadn’t she wanted this? Why did she feel insulted now that she had it?

“What, too little?” Nangong Jin, remembering the past life, knew Jiang Jiaotao’s desires, but…

He had offered her what she wanted, why was she hesitating?

He remembered her shamelessly approaching him in the past life, wanting to be his mistress.

“Then… twenty thousand?” Nangong Jin raised the price.

Gu Heji raised an eyebrow, “Young Master Jin, twenty thousand? Why don’t you give it to me?”

In classic novels, a domineering CEO always has a doctor friend.

Their mission is to appear in the middle of the night when the heroine is on the verge of death after being raped or tortured by the hero. Their classic line is “You called me here for such a minor injury.”

Gu Heji played that role.

Was Bian Yingning angry?

Yes.

She wanted to hit Nangong Jin with a bottle.

She was sure he was doing this on purpose.

Compared to the original plot, Nangong Jin and Jiang Jiaotao’s roles were reversed.

Jiang Jiaotao, who had originally approached him, was now the one Nangong Jin wanted to force himself upon.

There is something very wrong with Nangong Jin.

“Miss Jiang, are you trying to overcharge? You know the market rate, how much do your colleagues make a month?”

Nangong Jin’s tone was venomous, his words sarcastic and insulting.

Hua Cancan couldn’t stand it anymore, “Nangong Jin, I didn’t expect you to have such tastes. As the heir to the Nangong family, you wouldn’t bully a dancer, would you?”

Nangong Jin looked at Hua Cancan, as if just noticing her presence, and said, “What, Miss Hua, are you interested in competing with me?”

Hua Cancan’s face instantly changed.

His words were a subtle mockery of Hua Cancan, saying that she was the same type of person.

Nangong Jin continued, ” Ahh I didn’t realize Miss Hua was also interested in Miss Peach… well, mainly, I didn’t expect Miss Hua to enjoy such thrills.”

He deliberately emphasized the word “thrills”.