Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 69

When Duanmu Zhengjie got home, Duanmu Zhenghao had just returned.

The events of the evening had been so shocking that Duanmu Zhenghao hadn’t noticed Duanmu Zhengjie’s unusual demeanor.

As soon as he came in, he went to Duanmu Zhengjie and started chattering, “Sis, did you hear what happened tonight?”

Duanmu Zhengjie was holding a blank piece of paper, shaking her head, lost in thought.

“Tonight, our department received an anonymous tip that there was illegal activity at a bar. Some senior officers, believing it’s better to be safe than sorry, went there…

They brought back a group of people, maybe twenty or thirty.”

Duanmu Zhenghao recalled.

“Hmm,” Duanmu Zhengjie unfolded and refolded the paper, playing with it absentmindedly.

“And some of them were people I know. The main thing is…,” Duanmu Zhenghao hesitated.

After a pause—

“Bian Yingning?” Duanmu Zhengjie finished his sentence.

Duanmu Zhenghao’s eyes widened, “Sis, how did you know?”

Duanmu Zhengjie smiled. Duanmu Zhenghao didn’t wait for a reply; his sister certainly had her own information network.

“You don’t know how surprised I was to see her. I thought she just liked women, but I didn’t expect her to do that kind of thing. Doesn’t she find it disgusting?”

Duanmu Zhenghao became increasingly angry. He was younger and less guarded in front of his sister. He had initially liked Bian Yingning, but now…

“Shut up,” Duanmu Zhengjie scolded him.

Duanmu Zhenghao was stunned, disbelieving his ears.

“Sis?”

“You don’t know the truth, so don’t judge others.”

Duanmu Zhengjie didn’t apologize. She said calmly.

Since he grew up, Duanmu Zhengjie had never spoken harshly to him. Duanmu Zhenghao frowned, “How can I not know the truth? It’s right there. We even have photos.”

They usually take photos as evidence.

“She was with two male escorts. I checked those two; they’re the type who hang around rich women…”

“According to the senior officers, when they entered, she was holding a small leather whip… I can’t go on…”

“I told you to shut up, didn’t you hear me?” Duanmu Zhengjie’s cold tone stung Duanmu Zhenghao. She repeated herself coldly.

Her sternness silenced Duanmu Zhenghao.

“Do you know how much money those two escorts have taken from others, and why they were there tonight?” Duanmu Zhengjie raised her eyelids, meeting Duanmu Zhenghao’s gaze.

Duanmu Zhenghao stared back blankly.

“Don’t speak ill of Bian Yingning,” Duanmu Zhengjie said, returning to her room.

Duanmu Zhenghao’s expression changed. He realized something he didn’t know had happened.

…

Back in her room, Duanmu Zhengjie looked at the blank letter, the anger burning within her.

Nangong Jin.

Was it really him?

A mere ant.

How dare he oppose the Duanmu family?

Did he hear too many stories about ants destroying dams?

…

Late at night, Duanmu Zhengjie, finally asleep, still frowned in her dreams.

She was back at the bar last night.

She wanted to avoid going, but she couldn’t control herself.

She had just arrived with her bodyguards.

A little girl came over with a balloon, saying she wanted to give it to her. She took it; a piece of paper was tied to the string.

It only had three words, a warning.

“Go in alone.”

So she went in alone.

She wore sunglasses and a mask to disguise herself.

Reaching room 305, she knocked.

As soon as the door opened, she was pulled inside.

Two men looked at her silently and poured her a drink.

Unsure of their intentions, she didn’t drink.

Time passed silently.

Until she asked who sent them, their purpose, and what they wanted.

They smiled, telling her not to be nervous, to have a drink, and chat.

Duanmu Zhengjie realized they were stalling.

She tried to leave but was stopped and struggled with them.

She knew some basic self-defense, but she was no match for them. She was punched in the head and became dizzy.

She was pulled to the bed. She had countless guesses—they had a contagious disease, wanted to ruin her, etc.

She had bodyguards disguised as customers. They were supposed to enter if they didn’t hear from her within ten minutes, but they didn’t come.

As she struggled, the door was knocked.

Hope rose, but the two men visibly became excited.

Her hope sank again.

The feeling of not knowing their intentions was powerless.

Someone eagerly opened the door, and someone she never expected appeared.

She easily subdued the two men she couldn’t defeat.

She told her to hide.

But there was nowhere to hide.

The person looked at the window.

She asked herself if she was afraid.

Yes.

It was impossible not to be afraid.

But she had no choice.

Opening the curtains, she opened the window.

Fortunately, they were on the third floor, without security bars. Unfortunately, she couldn’t climb down.

There was a small ledge below the window for the air conditioner units.

It was high, a dirty corner between buildings.

She climbed onto the ledge but lost her balance and fell.

A dull thud. She fell heavily to the ground.

The corner was filled with trash—small pieces of wood, bricks, food wrappers, takeout boxes…

She landed in the trash, her head hitting a brick.

It didn’t hurt.

She felt no pain, as if her nerves were numb.

She saw herself, eyes wide open, dark red blood staining the ground beneath her.

Duanmu Zhengjie, always envied and admired, died in a corner.

Duanmu Zhengjie suddenly opened her eyes.

She was in her room, in her comfortable bed. It was all a dream.

Yes, a dream. She knew.

Because she had held on.

Even if she hadn’t, the hand holding hers, as slender and soft as hers, had given her a strong sense of security and strength.

It held her tightly until she was safely on the ledge.

She said:

“Don’t be afraid. Don’t think. Don’t listen.”

“Just wait. After they leave, someone will come for you.”

She listened.

The noises in the room didn’t matter. She stood firmly, holding onto the windowsill.

The window was closed, the curtains drawn, but she heard, “Take her away…”

She didn’t wait long; maybe she lost track of time. It felt like a short time.

Soon, two or three people came, pulling her up. Someone was waiting below, with blankets on the ground. Everything was prepared.

…

Duanmu Zhengjie took a sip of water and lay back down.

This time, she had a different dream.

A good dream.

…

Ouyang Fei rushed home, throwing herself onto the sofa, her expression serious and disbelieving.

Shang Qinghui, watching a pole dancing video on her tablet, instinctively put it away.

“What’s wrong? Weren’t you at the Bian family discussing the bid tonight?” Shang Qinghui asked, puzzled.

Her mother looked shocked.

“Did the Bian family make unreasonable demands?” Shang Qinghui asked.

“Aunt, get me some hot tea,” Ouyang Fei asked the maid.

Shang Qinghui frowned, “What happened?”

Ouyang Fei sighed, took the tea, warmed her hands, and sighed again.

“You… you’ve been in contact with Bian Yingning. What kind of person do you think she is?”

That’s a strange question.

Shang Qinghui huddled on the sofa in a white pajama set with pink fruit patterns, looking innocent.

“It’s okay, say whatever you want. No matter what you say about her, I won’t say anything,” Ouyang Fei reassured her.

Shang Qinghui looked at her strangely.

“Bian Yingning…” Shang Qinghui thought for a moment, “She’s pretty good.”

Ouyang Fei was stunned.

“Pretty good?”

Was she dreaming? Her daughter used to get angry when mentioning Bian Yingning. Now she said—”Pretty good”?

“Why is she pretty good?” Ouyang Fei became anxious.

Shang Qinghui found it even stranger, asking playfully, “What’s wrong with you? Before, when I said bad things about her, you always told me to get along with her.

Now that I say she’s good, you’re unhappy?”

Ouyang Fei was speechless.

After a while, she found her words: “Before, I thought… well, they’re all in the same circle. Having a bad temper isn’t a big deal.

But I didn’t expect her to… sigh, I misjudged her. You should stay away from her.”

Shang Qinghui looked at Ouyang Fei sideways: “Women are so annoying, always changing their minds. What happened? Stop beating around the bush! It’s so annoying!”

Ouyang Fei took another sip of tea: “I was at the Bian family just now, and your Aunt Bian received a call. Apparently… Bian Yingning was at a bar, and the police raided it. She was arrested.

I don’t know if she’s still at the station, but she should be released by now.”

Shang Qinghui’s eyes widened, freezing in place.

Ouyang Fei continued, “I never imagined she’d be like that…

The Bian family’s status… any man would be attracted to her. Why would she do that…”

Although some wealthy women hired escorts, Ouyang Fei wouldn’t.

Shang Qinghui recalled seeing Bian Yingning that night.

She looked so distraught, as if she was about to die, abandoned by the world.

Why would she…

Shang Qinghui managed to say, “You must have heard wrong. It’s impossible…”

Wasn’t she entangled with Duanmu Zhengjie? Was she… going for both?

Ouyang Fei retorted, “How could I be wrong? Your Aunt Bian stood up in shock when she heard the news. Uncle Bian was so angry he slapped the sofa several times.

It was so embarrassing for me and your dad… forget it, it’s bad luck. Your dad went to the company; maybe he plans to take the project for ourselves.

I thought Bian Yingning was good, and the Bian family would be fine under her. Now… forget it.”