Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 64

“Is this appropriate?”

Bian Yingning asked, tucking the trophy Shang Qinghui had given her into her arms.

It was just a souvenir, and since Shang Qinghui had given it to her, refusing it would seem like she was rejecting her.

Thinking this, Bian Yingning accepted it without hesitation.

Shang Qinghui didn’t answer Bian Yingning’s question, instead staring at the intersection in the distance. A car had just sped past, then slowly reversed and stopped there.

Although the window wasn’t down, she couldn’t see inside, but she had a feeling someone inside was watching them.

“Is that your driver?” Shang Qinghui asked.

Bian Yingning looked up in confusion. A black car was parked in the distance, its headlights piercing the darkness.

“No…” This car model was different from hers.

For some reason, Bian Yingning felt a sudden sense of panic. What if it was someone she knew?

Shang Qinghui frowned, ignoring it, and opened her tote bag: “Should I put the trophy here?”

Bian Yingning only had a small handbag, which couldn’t hold much.

“Great.” Bian Yingning didn’t want to carry it around; it was too conspicuous. She leaned over and carefully placed the trophy inside, then zipped up the bag for Shang Qinghui.

Neither of them realized how close they were from an outsider’s perspective—their heads together, both looking down at the same thing, doing the same thing.

Especially the act of opening, placing, and zipping the bag—it was as if… they were a very familiar couple, an old married couple.

The car reversed, then turned and sped towards them.

The headlights were blinding, causing an instinctive reaction to close their eyes.

Both were startled. When the car swerved in front of them, Bian Yingning pulled Shang Qinghui out of the way, shielding her behind her, vigilantly watching the car screech to a halt in front of them.

The door opened, and a woman in a black coat got out, tossing her short hair back, her red lips alluring, her dark eyes fixed on the two women who were almost touching.

When Shang Qinghui, hiding behind Bian Yingning, saw Duanmu Zhengjie, surprise flashed across her face.

What was she doing here, and…

She looked at Bian Yingning, but Bian Yingning lowered her eyes, avoiding Duanmu Zhengjie’s gaze, looking guilty.

“What? Hooked a new target?” Duanmu Zhengjie leaned against the car door and asked softly, her voice clear and melodious, like a mountain spring.

She had underestimated Bian Yingning. So she was a fishing expert.

At the Bian family restaurant’s anniversary celebration, she seemed unfamiliar and resistant to Shang Qinghui. How long had it been since they secretly got together?

Or maybe she hadn’t noticed. After all, Shang Qinghui had defended Bian Yingning against Nangong Jin.

She had heard some gossip: Shang Qinghui liked Nangong Jin, and Shang Qinghui and Bian Yingning didn’t get along.

Heh, gossip is such nonsense. She hadn’t noticed Shang Qinghui’s feelings for Nangong Jin, but Shang Qinghui and Bian Yingning were closer than ever.

Bian Yingning was stunned: “No… it’s not what you think.”

“What do I think?” Duanmu Zhengjie watched with amusement to see what Bian Yingning would say.

Pretending, she’s good at pretending.

Just a moment ago, she swore she had nothing with Hua Jiangrong, only considering her a friend. Judging by this, she has a lot of friends.

Duanmu Zhengjie’s “wife” questioning attitude ignited a fire in Shang Qinghui’s heart. She pulled Bian Yingning away: “Miss Duanmu, what is your basis for asking this?”

Their eyes met, and Bian Yingning felt sparks fly.

Bian Yingning: “…”

Should I shout “Stop fighting!” to liven things up?

“Oh? Miss Shang, how much do you know about what’s going on between us?” Duanmu Zhengjie remained unfazed by Shang Qinghui’s question.

Shang Qinghui was speechless, so she turned to Bian Yingning: “Then tell me, what’s your relationship with her?”

Bian Yingning: “???” You just asked about her basis for questioning, and now you’re doing the same?

Besides, your stance… makes me feel like a heartbreaker.

Shang Qinghui was glaring at her.

Duanmu Zhengjie was also staring intently at her.

Bian Yingning looked around, thinking about where she could run to escape.

“Speak!” Shang Qinghui pressed again.

“Uh… you two are the same to me…” Bian Yingning stammered.

That wasn’t wrong. She had met both of them because of missions, but the situation looked increasingly strange.

I could somewhat understand Duanmu Zhengjie’s reaction, but… why was Shang Qinghui like this? Weren’t they sworn enemies?

“Heh,” Duanmu Zhengjie laughed again, raising her head to calm herself: “You’ve been fishing a lot, haven’t you?”

She’s so good at attracting people.

Shang Qinghui also bit her lip and glared at Bian Yingning: “Can’t you manage your fish pond better?”

Bian Yingning: “!” What is this?

“It’s a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! Aren’t we friends!”

Seeing that they remained unmoved, still wanting to kill her with their eyes, Bian Yingning had an idea: “How about we go for a drink, get to know each other better?”

Before Shang Qinghui could respond, Duanmu Zhengjie asked: “What kind of friends?”

What kind of friends? What other kind?

“Of course, good friends!” Bian Yingning said without thinking.

“Are you sure you want to go for a drink with us?” Shang Qinghui looked at Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning: “…”

That question made her suddenly uncertain.

“Bian Yingning, is fishing fun?” Duanmu Zhengjie walked closer, and Bian Yingning instinctively stepped back.

“No, what fishing, what fish pond… what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

Bian Yingning looked innocent.

“Dare to do, but not to admit?” Duanmu Zhengjie stood in front of Bian Yingning, pinching her cheek, making her lips pout. Her face was originally thin, but now it was slightly fuller.

Looking into Duanmu Zhengjie’s beautiful eyes, despite the pain, Bian Yingning ignored it. She grabbed Duanmu Zhengjie’s hand and said seriously:

“I really didn’t try to get with you sister… I’m telling the truth. If you want to be friends, I’d be happy, but if you expect more, I can’t.”

Duanmu Zhengjie’s grip loosened. She looked deeply at Bian Yingning and said softly: “You made me greedy.”

The words were soft, so soft they might have been carried away by the wind.

Even though she saw through her manipulative nature, she still tried to get something more, again and again… truly despicable.

There won’t be a next time.

The black car, like a night spirit, departed as suddenly as it arrived.

Shang Qinghui stood beside, watching everything, her eyes downcast, lost in thought.

Bian Yingning’s driver had arrived earlier but hadn’t approached, seeing the three of them talking.

“Where do you live?” Bian Yingning rubbed her face and asked Shang Qinghui.

She hadn’t been in a relationship, so she didn’t know what it should be like. But when Duanmu Zhengjie revealed her feelings, she instinctively rejected them.

Afraid that the longer she waited, the more she would hurt her.

It was a coincidence that she appeared here.

“I don’t have…” Shang Qinghui raised her eyes, seeming embarrassed but trying to maintain her composure.

“You didn’t book a hotel?”

“I came straight to the competition… and, your family owns a hotel, do I need to book one?” By the end, Shang Qinghui’s voice was defiant.

“…”

Sorry, I overthought it.

Bian Yingning, of course, stayed in the most luxurious suite.

They took the elevator together. Bian Yingning gave her a hotel guide.

“It has the hotel layout. You can go to the hot springs or the bar, or call room service… you’ll understand when you look at it.”

She finally understood why people say it’s lonely being a stranger in a strange land.

In this unfamiliar city, she found Shang Qinghui more agreeable.

Shang Qinghui took it and went to the room next to Bian Yingning’s.

Back in her suite, Bian Yingning collapsed onto the sofa.

She asked the system about Duanmu Zhengjie’s location.

“Host, don’t worry, Duanmu Zhengjie is resting in her hotel room.”

Bian Yingning hummed, touching her chest.

“Sister Duanmu is great. I clearly like her too, but why… this feeling…”

There’s no… thrill.

It’s very clear.

She clearly knew Duanmu Zhengjie was great—appearance, figure, family background, personality, everything. If she could be with her, the Bian family could easily rise further.

But… this clarity, this cost-benefit analysis, how could it compare to what Duanmu Zhengjie had given her?

…

“Knock knock…” She didn’t know how long she had been lying there when the door was knocked.

Bian Yingning got up reluctantly: “Who is it?”

There was silence for a few seconds, then someone shouted: “Your dad.”

Bian Yingning: “???” Did a lunatic escape?

She opened the door. Shang Qinghui had just finished showering, wearing a bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel, her whole body looking fresh.

Bian Yingning touched her chin: “Did you take a milk bath?”

Otherwise, why did she look like a peeled egg, especially her makeup-free face, which was rosy.

“You don’t know what kind of facilities your hotel has. Milk bath? Do you even have one?”

Bian Yingning: “!”

Is this a provocation?