Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 85

“To be fair, I’ve never heard anyone’s stomach rumble so loudly from hunger before.” Bian Yingning said, unable to suppress her laughter.

“Especially someone who has a chef preparing three meals a day. And yet, she’s still hungry enough to make a sound. Have you ever seen that? This is my first time.”

Shang Qinghui’s facial expression changed dramatically.

Great, she’s still making fun of me, completely unaware that she’s also to blame!

“Heh, all talk, no action. Why don’t you think about your responsibilities?”

Why did she have a poor appetite? It was because of Bian Yingning.

If she had a good appetite, would she skip meals? If she didn’t skip meals, would she be hungry? If she wasn’t hungry, would her stomach rumble? Ultimately, it was Bian Yingning’s fault.

Bian Yingning was stunned, “Why am I responsible? Oh, you mean because I was kissing and touching you and didn’t let you eat?”

The phrase “kissing and touching” made Shang Qinghui jump up, “Y-y-your brain only thinks about these things?!”

She turned and stormed into the kitchen, leaving Bian Yingning to guess.

“No, what else did I do wrong?” Bian Yingning called out.

Was she hinting that I shouldn’t just look for reasons with words but should take action?

She understood. Shang Qinghui wanted her to cook something.

“Tsk tsk, if you want me to cook for you, just say so. Why the hints?” Bian Yingning thought she’d found the truth.

Hints aside, she got angry when I didn’t understand. Who could handle that?

Bian Yingning smiled, stood up, patted nonexistent dust off her clothes, and slowly followed Shang Qinghui into the kitchen.

A chef was there, talking to Shang Qinghui.

Bian Yingning surveyed the kitchen—spacious, bright, high-end, with various ingredients and equipment.

The Shang family had afternoon tea, so dinner was late. Dinner hadn’t started yet.

“There aren’t many things to eat now, only some pastries. The lunch dishes are cold and need to be reheated…”

The chef paused, seeing Bian Yingning at the doorway.

Bian Yingning took the opportunity, “Kid, what do you want? I’ll make it. Noodles are quick.”

Kid? The chef thought he’d misheard, looking at Bian Yingning and then Shang Qinghui.

Their Miss Shang was notoriously difficult to please. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even give Mr. and Mrs. Shang face. Now, she was being called… what?

Shang Qinghui ignored her, “Make me a simple bowl of noodles.”

The chef was about to agree when Bian Yingning said, “You can go home. I’ll take over.”

The chef: “…”

He should listen to Shang Qinghui, but this unfamiliar girl told him to go home…

And since she was here openly, she must be important… The chef didn’t know who to listen to.

Seeing the chef hesitate, Shang Qinghui remained silent. Bian Yingning rolled up her sleeves, walked to the chef, and extended her hand.

The chef looked at her hand, then at Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning smirked, “Give me your apron.”

“This…” The chef looked at Shang Qinghui, who frowned.

Seeing her frown, the chef was about to make noodles when Shang Qinghui said, “We have aprons. Find a new one for her.”

This was addressed to the chef.

The chef understood and found a new apron for Bian Yingning.

Shang Qinghui turned to leave.

Bian Yingning didn’t stop her.

No need.

Shang Qinghui was shy.

Seeing that Bian Yingning understood her intentions and was willingly cooking for her, she would be shy and leave.

After chatting with the chef about the ingredients, Bian Yingning decided to make mushroom noodles.

She found mushrooms, washed, sliced, and dried them before adding oil to the pan and stir-frying them.

Shang Qinghui hadn’t gone far; she was standing near the kitchen door, out of sight.

Winter days get dark quickly.

It was almost dark.

She stared out the window, feeling like she was dreaming.

Am I… really with Bian Yingning?

It felt surreal.

“Qinghui.”

A voice startled Shang Qinghui. Turning, she saw Ouyang Fei with a file.

“Where’s Yingning?” Ouyang Fei asked.

Shang Qinghui looked towards the kitchen, “Inside.”

“What’s she doing?” Ouyang Fei frowned. Guests shouldn’t be in the kitchen.

“She said she’d show me her cooking skills,” Shang Qinghui said calmly.

Ouyang Fei said nothing.

She scanned the kitchen entrance before taking Shang Qinghui away.

“Don’t quarrel with her. The Bian family is influential now. It’s better not to have conflict. More friends than enemies, ookay?” Ouyang Fei advised.

“Oh.” Shang Qinghui was unenthusiastic.

She’d heard this many times. Initially, it annoyed her; now, she was indifferent.

Sometimes, she thought her conflict with Bian Yingning stemmed from Ouyang Fei.

She didn’t like being controlled, the nagging. The more someone told her not to do something, the more likely she was to do it.

Ouyang Fei didn’t want her to quarrel with Bian Yingning, but she wanted to…

From wanting them to get along, to telling her not to quarrel, to telling her to stay away from Bian Yingning.

“The southern land bidding is coming up. Your father and I will be busy and might neglect you. Tell the butler if you need anything.”

Ouyang Fei warned again.

Shang Qinghui, arms crossed, expressionless, like a doll, “I know.”

Ouyang Fei smiled, greeted Bian Yingning at the kitchen door, and left.

The Bidding.

Shang Qinghui watched Ouyang Fei’s car lights fade, blinking.

“Miss Shang, the other Miss says she wants you,” the chef said.

Shang Qinghui nodded, saying, “You can go home,” before entering.

The chef was surprised.

Shang Qinghui entered the kitchen. Bian Yingning, facing the wall, carefully served the noodles.

As she finished, arms wrapped around her, a warm body pressed against her.

Bian Yingning was startled, turning to see Shang Qinghui’s face on her shoulder.

She nudged Shang Qinghui’s head, “What? You know there’s food and came to act cute?”

This was different from the prickly hedgehog from before.

Shang Qinghui said nothing, looking at the noodles.

Two large bowls, filled with the aroma of mushrooms and sausages.

The sausages were neatly arranged, next to mushrooms and runny egg yolks.

The soup was tomato-based, red and inviting.

“These tomato mushroom noodles… I hope you like them.”

“Will you make them for me again?”

“Hmph,” Bian Yingning chuckled, “As long as you want them, I’ll make them.”

Shang Qinghui didn’t appreciate it, “Will you only make them for me, or for others too?”

Bian Yingning tilted her head, puzzled and amused, “You’re so jealous?”

“My things should only be mine,” Shang Qinghui said sternly.

“Why am I a thing?” Bian Yingning asked.

“Aren’t you?”

…

This topic was skipped.

Bian Yingning pinched her ear.

“If my family goes bankrupt, and I sell noodles on the street, shouldn’t I make them for others? If not, we’ll starve.”

Shang Qinghui pushed her hand away, “If you go bankrupt, I won’t.”

“What if we both go bankrupt?” Bian Yingning argued, again hypothetically.

“I can dance. I can be a dance teacher or performer. I can be a social media influencer. I won’t starve,” Shang Qinghui argued.

Bian Yingning: “…”

It was just a hypothetical situation.

“Then…”

“Fine,” Shang Qinghui interrupted, “You’ll make them for me and others.”

She just didn’t want to promise, heh.

Shang Qinghui tried to leave, but Bian Yingning held her, turning them around so she was hugging Shang Qinghui’s waist, her chin on her shoulder.

“I don’t want to break my word, so I can’t promise you so quickly. There might be unexpected situations. I might have to cook for others. My parents, my friends. If I promise you now, and then cook for others, I’ll be untrustworthy.

I don’t want to lie to you or break my promise. There are many variables. I’m afraid…”

“Bian Yingning.”

“Hmm…”

“Girls ask questions wanting sweet words, in that moment. They don’t think about the future. Being moved is enough.”

Bian Yingning chuckled, “But I’m afraid. Afraid that if I promise and don’t keep it, you’ll be sad.”

Her heart felt exposed, feeling cold but also the warmth of the hands holding it.

A contradictory feeling.

“Don’t like Duanmu Zhengjie. I’ll help you with whatever you want to do.”

“Don’t like Ji Xiaoxue. I can do what she does. If you like her simple style, I can do that too.”

“And… Jiang Jiaotao. I can do pole dancing, just for you. Only you will know.”

“As for Hua Cancan…” Shang Qinghui gritted her teeth, “If you like her big breasts, I’ll get a breast augmentation.”

Bian Yingning: “???”

Understanding, Bian Yingning buried her head in Shang Qinghui’s neck, laughing.

“Hahahaha… Kid, you’re so… silly…”

Shang Qinghui was annoyed. She stomped her foot, getting out of Bian Yingning’s arms, “What’s so funny? You’re the silly one!”

She had spoken seriously, and Bian Yingning was laughing. She had no heart!

“Cough…” Seeing Shang Qinghui’s anger, Bian Yingning stopped laughing, but her smile lingered.

“Not silly, cute,” Bian Yingning stepped closer, pinning Shang Qinghui against the counter, pinching her face.

“They’re them, you’re you. I like you, not them.”

“Just be yourself. It doesn’t matter about others.”

People’s hearts and emotions are unpredictable. She didn’t know when her heart fell for Shang Qinghui, but as they grew closer, things wouldn’t stop at the beginning.

People become greedy in relationships, wanting more.

She didn’t think that was bad; it meant she cared more deeply.

The other person became important.

It was strange; she liked being with her, and she wasn’t satisfied.

…

The noodles were firm, not mushy.

“Delicious?” Bian Yingning asked Shang Qinghui, who was also eating.

Shang Qinghui nodded vigorously, her eyes bright, then continued eating.

The sweet and sour tomatoes, fresh mushrooms, fragrant sausages, and the runny egg yolk—everything was delicious.

Shang Qinghui stopped halfway; she was too hungry and couldn’t eat much. Bian Yingning took away her bowl, “Enough. Don’t overeat.”

Bian Yingning also finished eating. After replying to a few messages, she looked at Shang Qinghui seriously, “Not angry anymore?”

Shang Qinghui pursed her lips, “What?”

“I mean, about not going for milk tea with you, not angry anymore?”

Shang Qinghui avoided eye contact, “Who’s angry?”

“Hmm… you’re not angry. Some brat is angry. She didn’t even feed my kid. My kid was hungry all day. Her chubby face is thinner now.”

She tried to pinch Shang Qinghui’s face, but Shang Qinghui swatted her hand away, “You’re the chubby one!”

Bian Yingning pouted, “So what?”

Shang Qinghui glared at her, remembering the “bun” comment, “Sleep in the living room tonight.”

“Ah? Why?”

“Don’t you know how much you weigh? My bed can’t handle you.”

Bian Yingning: “…”

What a ridiculous excuse!

“I have something to do tonight. I won’t sleep here.”

After a pause, Bian Yingning whispered.

Shang Qinghui was startled, “…What?”

“Company matters. I didn’t get anything done today.”

These matters would still be there tomorrow, even more. Some were time-sensitive. But if it was urgent, her assistant would call.

Shang Qinghui nodded after a long pause.

“Your clothes aren’t dry. Wear mine.”

“Okay.”

Back in the room, Bian Yingning turned to close the door when Shang Qinghui rushed into her arms, pinning her against the door, “Tell me, am I chubby?”

Bian Yingning scanned Shang Qinghui, “Not chubby. Perfectly perfect.”

“Is my face chubby?”

Bian Yingning’s head was pinned against the door, her neck held, like a fish on a cutting board.

“Not chubby. Super cute!”

Shang Qinghui was satisfied, releasing her and going to the closet to choose clothes for Bian Yingning, “Good, you’re smart.”

“These are new. They should fit you.”

Bian Yingning took the clothes, didn’t go to the bathroom, and, holding the pajama bottoms, lifted the hem of her pajamas. Before Shang Qinghui could react, she took them off.

Shang Qinghui: “…”

She was being a flirt.

She was thinner than she imagined.

Black straps, in a six-pointed star pattern, wrapped around her fair skin.

Only the small red nipples were covered; the rest was like snowballs bound tightly.

This was the underwear she’d given Bian Yingning.

Between fully clothed and naked, this was the most alluring.

“Your clothes,” Bian Yingning’s fingers trailed down her collarbone.

Across the valley between her breasts, to the black straps below, her fingertip hooked, then released.

Though silent, Shang Qinghui heard a “thump.”

Like an elastic string being pulled.

Shang Qinghui’s nose itched. Before she could react, Bian Yingning, who had been teasing her, became serious, quickly stepping forward to cover her nose.

“Why are you bleeding?” Bian Yingning asked.

Shang Qinghui looked down, seeing the bound “twin towers.”

They were far more beautiful…

And up close.

“Hurry, to the toilet!” Bian Yingning urged.

Shang Qinghui felt a salty sweetness in her nostrils; the blood flowed down her fingers, even with Bian Yingning’s hand covering her nose.

Shang Qinghui: “?”

She was bleeding from seeing Bian Yingning undress?!

Realizing this, Shang Qinghui felt her face burn.

She wanted to faint.

But she didn’t. She let Bian Yingning take her to the toilet to stop the bleeding, washing her hands and chin.

After a while, thinking it had stopped, Shang Qinghui looked up, seeing Bian Yingning in her underwear in the mirror.

The warm yellow light shone on Bian Yingning’s chest.

The bleeding started again.

Bian Yingning was worried, “What’s wrong? It won’t stop. Are you sick? Should we go to the hospital?”

Shang Qinghui, holding her nose, closed her eyes, “…Can you go out first?”

“No, we can’t ignore illness. You need treatment. Hold on, I’ll call an ambulance.”

Bian Yingning was about to run out when Shang Qinghui shouted, “Can you put on some clothes first?!”

Bian Yingning, turning back at the bathroom door: “…”

Looking at herself, then at Shang Qinghui’s seemingly unstoppable nosebleed.

“Are… are you… aroused?”

…

Shang Qinghui kicked Bian Yingning out and slammed the door, staying in the bathroom.

Looking at herself in the mirror… had she been eating too much nutritious food lately?

Her chest was still heaving violently, showing her agitation.

Shang Qinghui took deep breaths, changed several tissues, and forced herself to forget what she’d seen, finally stopping the bleeding.