Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 77

“Yes,” Bian Yingning didn’t think she could hide this from Bian Jiageng.

After making up her mind, she had been following up on this matter.

Seeing Bian Yingning’s natural response, Bian Jiageng closed the file.

“Let’s give this project to the Shang family,” Bian Fu said hesitantly after a while.

Bian Yingning subtly frowned, “Why?” Aside from wanting the project, the effort she’d put in wouldn’t allow Bian Jiageng to make her give up.

“This project is best suited for the Shang family’s real estate development,” Bian Jiageng listed reasons, “And the Shang family said they wouldn’t keep it all; we’ll get a share.”

“Heh.” Bian Yingning scoffed, crossing her legs.

This action made Bian Fu look at her sternly.

Bian Yingning didn’t flinch, “Dad, you’re getting senile.”

Bian Jiageng’s expression changed.

“Why should we let others eat the meat while we drink the soup? We can eat the meat and be generous by giving others soup. There’s no such thing as ‘suitable’ in business. Did you consider that?”

Bian Fu frowned.

“And, after I left the police station, the Shang family distanced themselves, didn’t they?” Bian Yingning continued.

Not exactly distanced, but they didn’t contact her, acting busy.

When their restaurant was selected for state banquets, the Shang family acted like they were unfrozen, fawning over them again.

They even sent gifts, supposedly to celebrate, their opportunistic behavior was shocking.

“There are no absolute friends in business. Father should understand this better than I do.”

After hearing this, Bian Fu’s frown finally disappeared.

“Hahaha, good, well said!” Bian Jiageng laughed, “You’re really my daughter.”

He had only been testing Bian Yingning to see her approach. The result pleased him.

“You’re more suited for this position,” Bian Fu said.

The Bian family wasn’t inferior to the Shang family. Why should the Shang family always be prioritized?

A fixed order should be changed.

Bian Yingning smiled, “After winning the development rights, I’ll build a commercial district there.”

…

It was a cloudy day.

Hua Cancan initially said Bian Yingning should pick her up, but then changed her mind, saying she’d pick Bian Yingning up.

Bian Yingning didn’t mind.

Arriving at the amusement park, they found it crowded.

They dressed discreetly; even Hua Cancan didn’t wear revealing clothes in the cold weather.

Last night was forgotten.

Entering the park, they stood at the entrance, looking at each other, “What should we do now?” Hua Cancan asked.

Bian Yingning stroked her chin, “See what you want to play.”

She would make a plan for next time with Shang Qinghui.

Hua Cancan: “…”

How would she know what Hua Cancan wanted? She had been clubbing since she was 16. If asked about clubbing, she could talk for three days and nights.

If asked about amusement parks, she could only think of one thing—the carousel.

“Then let’s go on the carousel.”

Bian Yingning had been to amusement parks before, but only to stroll around.

She remembered that after she bumped into a girl on a bumper car and made her cry, she never went on any rides again.

She was afraid.

After finally getting in line, they entered the mushroom-shaped carousel, standing out among the children.

The children happily chose their horses, some changing horses, running and playing.

One child bumped into Hua Cancan and climbed onto the horse she wanted.

Hua Cancan stiffened, “?”

Seeing her about to retaliate, Bian Yingning quickly stopped her, “Okay, okay, don’t bother with kids. Here, you sit on this one, the White Prince!”

Hua Cancan looked at the horse Bian Yingning pointed to, “Isn’t that cheesy?”

Bian Yingning: “…Do you want me to kick you?”

Hua Cancan quickly climbed on, holding the horse’s neck, looking at Bian Yingning, who was sitting on a horse with “green gems.”

“You shouldn’t be afraid of this horse, right?”

“It’s not riding a horse,” Bian Yingning laughed, “Besides, I just wasn’t prepared last time. Now I’m fearless.”

The carousel started, slowly turning, occasionally bumping.

“Whoa!”

Hua Cancan, unprepared for a sudden bump, swore.

“You’re going to kill me laughing—”

Bian Yingning, who was laughing at her, was jolted, trembling.

The two women, usually fearless, clung tightly to the horses, less carefree than the children.

A round lasted less than three minutes.

Stopping, they suddenly found it fun.

They looked at each other and got back in line.

After three rounds, they still wanted more.

“Next time, we’ll book the whole thing!” Hua Cancan declared.

Bian Yingning looked at the nearby snack stalls, “Forget it, not enough people.”

Hua Cancan agreed.

“Grilled skewers?” Bian Yingning suggested.

Hua Cancan glanced, “Sure.”

She wasn’t acting like a young lady at all.

“Extra spicy!” Bian Yingning said.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I’m dying!”

Bian Yingning said this too.

They ate skewers at the haunted house entrance, tears and snot running down their faces.

“After this, we’ll go in with this fiery spirit!” Hua Cancan said fiercely.

“Eat quickly. No water. Maintain the heat!” Bian Yingning agreed.

Their mouths were numb, their chewing stiff, losing control of their mouths.

They threw away the skewers, looked at each other, wiped their tears, and rushed in.

“Aaahhhh!”

Less than five minutes later, Bian Yingning ran out, crying.

Spicy and scared.

Shang Qinghui called at that moment.

“Wuei?” Bian Yingning mumbled, the staff hesitant to approach her disheveled and swollen-lipped state.

“Treat me to milk tea.”

Last night, Shang Qinghui saw Bian Yingning’s message but didn’t reply.

This afternoon, she still hadn’t messaged her.

Shang Qinghui was restless.

“Next time.”

Shang Qinghui didn’t understand Bian Yingning and repeated herself.

“Treat me to milk tea.”

The reply was, “Waaaaahhhh!”

Shang Qinghui: “?”

Was this her way of refusing?

Weren’t they sweet and cuddly yesterday? Now she couldn’t even give a perfunctory response?

“I’m telling you,” Shang Qinghui’s voice was usually sweet, but when she spoke coldly, Bian Yingning didn’t know what others thought, but she wanted to…

Bite her.

“Out of billions of people, I only asked you for milk tea. Don’t be ungrateful.”

This threat… Bian Yingning, whose heart was still pounding, couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m going to kill you, Bian Yingning!”

As soon as Shang Qinghui finished, she heard Hua Cancan’s shout.

Bian Yingning turned to see Hua Cancan, disheveled and with swollen lips, emerge from the haunted house.

Shang Qinghui on the phone fell silent.

“You ran away?” Hua Cancan grabbed Bian Yingning’s neck and shook her.

“I was scared. I thought I’d found a safe place, then I saw what I was holding!”

Their appearance would make anyone think they were crazy.

Hua Cancan thought she was holding Bian Yingning, but seeing the face, it was the most desperate moment of her life.

She gritted her teeth, “I want to kill you!”

Bian Yingning was helpless against Hua Cancan’s fury.

After they drank ice milk bought by the staff, they calmed down, laughed at each other’s state, and clinked their milk.

When Bian Yingning regained control of her tongue, she remembered Shang Qinghui’s call.

She saw that Shang Qinghui hadn’t hung up.

“Brat?” Bian Yingning asked softly.

It was quiet, then Shang Qinghui’s voice, “Having fun?”

Bian Yingning touched her nose, “Hua Cancan wasn’t feeling well, so I took her out. Don’t worry.”

“Hmm…” Shang Qinghui hummed, thinking.

Bian Yingning waited.

“Have fun, then.”

Shang Qinghui hung up.

She was with Hua Cancan because Hua Cancan wasn’t feeling well. What would she do if I wasn’t feeling well?

Shang Qinghui thought.

Perhaps because they were both girls, even knowing Bian Yingning and Hua Cancan’s friendship, she couldn’t help comparing.