Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 72

Ji Xiaoxue hadn’t seen Bian Yingning for a long time. Initially, seeing someone who looked like her, she wasn’t sure, but she was hesitant to pretend not to see her, so she called out tentatively. Unexpectedly, it was really her.

She had secretly inquired about Bian Yingning in her department, hearing that she often skipped class, busy with something.

She thought that Bian Yingning, unlike herself, would inherit the family business and couldn’t be compared to someone idle like her, so she didn’t disturb her.

In her impression, Bian Yingning was a kind and considerate senior, but she had never been this enthusiastic before, leaving Ji Xiaoxue stunned.

If it weren’t for the warmth from Bian Yingning’s hand on her wrist and the face under the cap brim being familiar, she would have thought she was dreaming.

“Senior… what are you doing here?” Ji Xiaoxue looked up at her timidly.

Bian Yingning smiled brightly, “I was passing by and wanted some milk tea, but then I realized I didn’t bring any money…”

The implication was clear.

“What do you want? I’ll treat you. I brought some!”

Sure enough, as soon as Bian Yingning finished speaking, Ji Xiaoxue volunteered.

“Really? That’s so embarrassing, haha…” Bian Yingning pretended to be shy.

“It’s okay. I don’t know when I’ll be able to repay the money you lent me.” Ji Xiaoxue felt a little down.

Bian Yingning almost forgot about it, “It’s okay, I’m not in a hurry. Don’t worry too much.”

Suddenly realizing she was a creditor, she felt less poor.

So Bian Yingning openly went with Ji Xiaoxue to the milk tea shop to order.

After ordering her favorite flavor, while waiting, Bian Yingning asked Ji Xiaoxue, “What are you doing here?”

They were on the outskirts of the school’s commercial street, near the indoor training hall and the school clinic, not where their finance department classes were held.

“We have P.E. class in the training hall this period,” Ji Xiaoxue replied.

Their milk tea was ready. The owner handed it to them, and Ji Xiaoxue gave it to Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning thought…

Ji Xiaoxue and Shang Qinghui are in the same class. If Ji Xiaoxue is having P.E. class, Shang Qinghui must be too. She hadn’t seen Shang Qinghui, meaning she must be behind…

For some reason, Bian Yingning felt uneasy, “Let’s go quickly. This place isn’t safe!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a familiar, sweet voice, “Boss, I want one…”

Bian Yingning looked over, and Shang Qinghui looked back.

Compared to Bian Yingning’s guilt, Shang Qinghui seemed calm.

They exchanged glances. Before Bian Yingning could greet her, Ji Xiaoxue held out the milk tea closer to Bian Yingning, “Senior, your milk tea. You said you really wanted some. Why don’t you want it now?”

Shang Qinghui’s gaze shifted from Bian Yingning to the milk tea between them, finally resting on Ji Xiaoxue’s face.

Ji Xiaoxue seemed oblivious, only looking at Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning had no choice but to take it, “Thank you, Junior.” She secretly watched Shang Qinghui’s reaction.

She didn’t know why, but she felt uneasy, as if she had done something wrong.

Shang Qinghui was expressionless, calmly looking away, standing straight, waiting for her milk tea, as if she didn’t know them.

Ji Xiaoxue’s milk tea was ready. She said to Bian Yingning, “Let’s go, senior.”

Bian Yingning hummed.

Taking a step, she couldn’t help but turn to Shang Qinghui, “I’m leaving.”

Shang Qinghui looked up at her, her eyes emotionless, “Oh.”

…

Bian Yingning and Ji Xiaoxue shared part of the path back to the dorm. Seeing Bian Yingning’s troubled expression, Ji Xiaoxue wisely remained silent.

She admitted she had done it on purpose.

Intentionally showing Shang Qinghui that she and Bian Yingning were close, but unexpectedly, Bian Yingning greeted her proactively.

At the crossroads, Ji Xiaoxue stopped, noticing Bian Yingning walking away. Her heart felt heavy.

Bian Yingning quickly realized she was alone and turned back, seeing Ji Xiaoxue looking at her with a complex expression.

She quickly ran back to apologize, “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought. I’ll go now… thank you for the milk tea. I’ll treat you next time.”

“Senior…” Ji Xiaoxue called softly, then lowered her head.

Bian Yingning stopped smiling, waiting for her to continue.

After a while, Ji Xiaoxue said, “I really enjoyed watching the movie with you last time, senior. How about you?”

Bian Yingning scratched her head, not understanding, “Me? I had fun too.”

It was just hanging out, watching a movie, eating and drinking—basic relaxation.

“Then…” Ji Xiaoxue blushed, seeming hesitant.

Bian Yingning became nervous… what did she want to say?

“Then… does senior have someone she likes now?” Finally, Ji Xiaoxue quickly blurted out what she’d been thinking about.

She lowered her head to her chest.

She was straightforward, without hidden agendas.

Perhaps her straightforwardness was her charm.

This girl, without hidden motives, was easy to get along with.

Bian Yingning was stunned.

She hadn’t expected Ji Xiaoxue to ask this.

Do I have someone I like?

Bian Yingning asked herself.

—”Oh.”

Shang Qinghui’s reply flashed in her mind.

Oh? Just an “oh”? How could she dismiss me like that? I had politely said I’m leaving, and Shang Qinghui responded with an “oh”!

That’s too much!

Bian Yingning became angrier, her face contorting.

Ji Xiaoxue, waiting for a reply, looked up and saw Bian Yingning’s fierce expression.

“…”

Snapping back to reality, Bian Yingning controlled her expression, “I… I don’t plan to date anyone right now.”

That was true.

Ji Xiaoxue bit her lip and smiled faintly, “I see… senior is so excellent, I thought…”

She wanted to say more to break the awkwardness but couldn’t.

“No, no. You only see my surface. If you get to know me better, you’ll find many… flaws,” Bian Yingning said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious.

“I should go now. My driver might be waiting.”

“Okay,” Ji Xiaoxue nodded obediently.

“Thank you for the milk tea!”

“You’re welcome. It was my honor.”

After leaving, Bian Yingning sighed in relief.

Even her favorite milk tea didn’t taste good.

Touching her face, was I that charming? Why was I always alone in the real world?

But… Ji Xiaoxue only asked if she had someone she liked. Her blush might have been from the private nature of the question.

As for why Ji Xiaoxue asked… maybe she was just curious. She shouldn’t be so self-absorbed.

Feeling relieved, Bian Yingning went to the company.

She often handled things there; her father was gradually handing over responsibilities. She sometimes felt pressured.

The photos Hua Jiangrong took had a great impact, boosting the restaurant’s customer traffic.

Many tourists considered it a must-visit place.

The spot where Hua Jiangrong took photos required reservations and a three-hour time limit.

Bian Yingning was pleased with the accounts.

Thinking she’d done well, she received more good news.

The government wanted to use her restaurant for official events, like state banquets.

This would ensure the restaurant’s success.

Bian Yingning was happy but quickly understood.

It was a return favor.

But favors were also a form of power. Why worry?

Bian Yingning happily asked her parents to unfreeze her card, saying she worked hard for the family.

The answer was no.

It had been agreed upon the night she was released: two months was two months.

Bian Yingning could only cry silently.

The next afternoon, Bian Yingning had a practical class, making cream puffs.

Bian Yingning: Cream puffs? Easy.

When she started—

What the hell?

Just the simple task of filling them with cream.

Pop! A small cream puff broke.

Pop! Too much cream leaked out.

Jiang, the instructor, watched, “Heh.”

“Don’t think making cream puffs is easy. Like drawing a circle. Anyone can draw a circle, but without a compass, who can draw a perfect one?”

Bian Yingning: “…”

Did the instructor know what I was thinking?

After school, Bian Yingning saw Shang Qinghui leaning against the corridor railing.

Seeing Bian Yingning with the cream puffs she’d made, “Treat me to milk tea.”