Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 7

Rejecting the female lead’s dinner invitation, Bian Yingning grabbed a quick lunch and returned to her apartment near the school. She had a practical cooking class in the afternoon and needed to eat, sleep, and rest.

After an afternoon of practicing wok skills, Bian Yingning, with aching arms, used the original owner’s VIP card to get a massage. …Just the ordinary joys of a rich person.

Hua Cancan invited Bian Yingning to a bar that night.

After some thought, Bian Yingning went.

It was a high-end nightclub. Hua Cancan said the male DJs were handsome and charismatic, and the female dancers were skilled and captivating. The patrons were typically wealthy or influential.

Bian Yingning had died in a clubbing accident before transmigrating, so she subconsciously glanced towards the restroom.

The system seemed to know her thoughts: “Honey, it’s not recommended that you put your thoughts into action.”

“Why?”

“They don’t want to collect your body.”

No need to be so blunt.

“You’re here.”

A waiter led Bian Yingning to Hua Cancan’s booth.

Hua Cancan wore a black strapless dress. Bian Yingning was worried her chest might burst open, releasing her bountiful assets.

Three men and three women were sitting there. Bian Yingning found some familiar faces; a few were probably from their school, but she couldn’t recall their names.

They greeted her upon her arrival.

Bian Yingning nodded and sat next to Hua Cancan.

Getting closer, the creamy flesh was even more within reach, making one’s blood rush.

Hua Cancan and the others were rolling dice. Her chest seemed to have eyes; her eyes were on the dice, but she said to Bian Yingning, “You can look, but you can’t touch.”

Bian Yingning, always amazed by the sight, silently averted her gaze.

A marketing guy skillfully poured Bian Yingning a drink. She took it but didn’t drink it, just swirling it around.

A female DJ was performing on stage, with yellow hair, rapping and dancing to the music.

Her makeup made her features look exquisite, and her rapping was infectious. Bian Yingning couldn’t help but bob her head.

Around the booths were display stands like doorframes, lit with green lights. Girls in bikinis, wearing nearly 20cm high heels, were swaying seductively inside.

Their skin was smooth, flawless under the lights.

The tiny, thin fabric barely covered their essentials.

Bian Yingning couldn’t help but keep looking.

It was in this admiring gaze that she met Shang Qinghui’s eyes.

…

The disdain in Shang Qinghui’s eyes was clear, even through the dim, flashing lights, the confetti thrown by the atmosphere team, and the crowded space.

Disdain? What was she disdainful about? Wasn’t she also here? If she wasn’t looking at those scantily clad girls, how would they have made eye contact?

They were all the same; why was she looking at her like that?

Bian Yingning raised an eyebrow, giving her a “fellow traveler” look and raising her glass from afar.

Sure enough, Shang Qinghui angrily looked away.

Bian Yingning found it funny.

Shang Qinghui had an innocent baby face but a capricious and willful personality. Was this the legendary contrast charm?

The music was not only deafening but also made their hearts pound intensely.

In this noisy environment, the system’s mechanical voice sounded, impossible to ignore.

[Host, please note, the female supporting character Shang Qinghui will develop feelings for the male lead after he rescues her from a kidnapping, becoming devoted to him. Please immediately prevent this from happening!]

Bian Yingning had just taken a sip of her drink, not yet savoring the taste, when the system’s voice startled her, causing her to choke.

The spicy alcohol went down her airway, burning her throat.

Bian Yingning quickly grabbed some napkins, covering her mouth and coughing violently, struggling to catch her breath, almost fainting.

Her commotion caused Hua Cancan to glance at her: “Seriously? You’re usually a heavy drinker. How long has it been since you’ve been out? You’re choking on your drink?”

Tears welled up in Bian Yingning’s eyes. Shang Qinghui looked over again, her cherry lips moving.

Bian Yingning carefully discerned that she was saying—shameful.

“Could this ridiculously arrogant, high-and-mighty female supporting character actually get kidnapped?” Bian Yingning demanded of the system, furious after being mocked.

“The female supporting character is about to be kidnapped. Please take action immediately.”

[Task value: 200 points, Task failure: struck by five lightnings]

Action? What action?

Should I call the police right now?

I could, but…

Looking again, Bian Yingning found that Shang Qinghui was no longer at the diagonally opposite booth.

Where is she?! She was gone in the blink of an eye!

Bian Yingning stood up abruptly, peering at the booth where Shang Qinghui had been sitting; she was really gone.

“What’s wrong?” Hua Cancan finally finished her dice game, waved to the others, and saw Bian Yingning standing up and about to leave.

The music was too loud; Bian Yingning couldn’t hear Hua Cancan.

All she could think about was finding Shang Qinghui.

Oh, god, she didn’t want to be struck by five lightnings; that sounded like a terrible death.

Bian Yingning rushed to the restroom first; she didn’t see Shang Qinghui, but several stalls were closed.

Hua Cancan, who had followed Bian Yingning out, saw her enter the restroom, opened her mouth to say something, then turned back.

The hall was well-insulated; the noise from the hall was gone in the restroom, allowing for normal conversation.

Bian Yingning knocked on each door, calling Shang Qinghui’s name.

She wasn’t in the restroom.

Realizing this, Bian Yingning turned and ran towards the exit.

At this crucial moment, the system started playing dead. Bian Yingning kept asking it for Shang Qinghui’s location in her mind, but the system remained silent.

As soon as she reached the entrance, Bian Yingning saw Shang Qinghui standing on the roadside, talking on the phone.

Thank goodness, she was still there.

Bian Yingning just breathed a sigh of relief and started walking towards her when an old van pulled up. Almost instinctively, Bian Yingning shouted, “Shang Qinghui!”

Shang Qinghui turned around, hearing Bian Yingning, usually at odds with her, running anxiously towards her, shouting, “Run!”

Shang Qinghui moved her phone away from her ear, unsure of what she’d heard.

The kidnappers were faster than Bian Yingning. Before she reached Shang Qinghui, Shang Qinghui, still stunned, was gagged with a handkerchief from behind, restrained, and lifted into the van.

Shang Qinghui’s usually proud almond-shaped eyes finally showed fear; she struggled, waving her hands.

However, after inhaling the anesthetic, she slumped and was stuffed into the car. Her phone was thrown on the ground.

Bian Yingning reached the roadside, only inhaling exhaust fumes.

Did she want to die?

The answer was no.

Bian Yingning didn’t stop; she ran towards the direction the van was driving.

If she couldn’t save Shang Qinghui, Shang Qinghui would be saved by the male lead, rendering her previous efforts useless. Shang Qinghui would still fall for him.

She had thought about it all night.

For her, this place was just a book, but for others, it was the real world; they were truly alive.

And she was someone who knew where their destinies were headed.

Fortunately, although she came to the bar tonight, she wasn’t dressed up; she was still wearing the jeans and shirt from class.

Even so, after running only about 200 meters, the van was already far away.

It had been almost a month since she arrived; she ate and drank well, and was chauffeured everywhere. She hadn’t done such strenuous exercise.

Her chest felt like it would explode, her legs ached and numb, and her speed gradually slowed.

She knew not to breathe through her mouth while running, but she couldn’t help but gasp for air.

On the midnight street, there were few people and cars. Bian Yingning couldn’t find a taxi.

As the yellowish van was about to disappear, a ding sounded in her mind—

[The system has detected the host’s needs and suggests purchasing “Swift Steps Pills” from the mall.]

[Effective time: five minutes, exchange points: 100]

Bian Yingning almost forgot she could respond mentally; she said in a strained whisper, “Exchange.”

Completing this task would give her 200 points; she would still make a profit.

The next second, her heavy steps were like a rocket, instantly appearing around the corner.

Bian Yingning slowed down, but her speed was still a hundred times faster than before.

On the street, with its flickering streetlights, only her afterimage remained.

“Brother, someone’s chasing us,” the kidnapper in the passenger seat, wearing a black hood, looked in the rearview mirror, sat up straight, and confirmed that the woman was indeed chasing the car, nervously telling the driver.

“What the hell?” The driver looked in the rearview mirror and saw a woman in a loose shirt, running fiercely, her hair disheveled, chasing after them.

Chasing a car?

A single person chasing after a kidnapper’s car?

Are they crazy?

The driver stepped on the gas, and the van accelerated again.

He accelerated, and Bian Yingning accelerated. The distance between them was slowly shrinking.

The car drove out of the city, taking back roads. There were a few vehicles on the road earlier, but now it was empty except for the van and Bian Yingning.

“That woman’s crazy! She’s still chasing!” The kidnapper in the passenger seat watched Bian Yingning through the window.

The kidnapper in the back seat, watching the unconscious Shang Qinghui, also looked back: “Big Brother, Second Brother, she’s catching up!”

He had the best view and could clearly see the distance between Bian Yingning and them.

“Damn it!” The driver spat.

I’ve been doing this for years, and besides cops, this is the first time I’ve been chased by a woman!

“What do we do, Big Brother?” the passenger anxiously asked.

“Can’t we shake her?” the one in the back also asked.

The driver glanced at the speedometer.

He wasn’t trying to shake her off; the gas pedal was already floored!

“Three blocks, she’s a devil, how can she run so far? “the passenger exclaimed.

Screech—The driver slammed on the brakes.

Get out and grab her too. I don’t believe she’s that tough!

Before Bian Yingning could react, the van, only a couple of meters away, suddenly stopped. She almost ran past it.

She glanced to the side; the back door and passenger door opened simultaneously, trapping her in the middle. Just as Bian Yingning was about to say something, the one in the front tried to cover her mouth with a handkerchief.

Bian Yingning ducked her head, but before she could run, the second kidnapper struck the back of her neck with a hand knife.

She felt a sharp pain in her back, and the next moment, her body went limp, falling to the ground.

Her powerless body was grabbed by two kidnappers and thrown into the back seat, landing next to Shang Qinghui.

Bian Yingning’s thought as she passed out after being successfully captured after chasing the van for three blocks: …Maybe the male lead should do this instead?