Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 88

Returning from her finance class, Bian Yingning felt a heavy weight on her chest, an indescribable unease like a mountain pressing down. She suspected it was worry and anxiety about not finding Shang Qinghui, or the unhappiness and sadness of not receiving a reply. She pressed her hand to her chest, then looked up at the professor lecturing, pretending to listen attentively while her mind wandered.

She hadn’t been in this world for long, and the original story focused on the male and female leads’ entanglement. The male lead’s expansion was only mentioned to create misunderstandings between the female lead and the male lead because of the female supporting characters.

The plot was now completely disrupted by her arrival. Since Nangong Jin was reborn, what would he prioritize at this point? Ji Xiaoxue? Or his ambitions?

Bian Yingning was brought back to reality by the system’s excited announcement.

“Congratulations, host. The original plot constraints have been largely removed. The mission is almost complete!”

Bian Yingning’s lips moved, but she only sighed deeply, seemingly ignoring the system’s congratulations.

The system fell silent, as if the previous statement hadn’t been made.

After a long time, Bian Yingning asked in her mind, “You haven’t given me a mission in a while.”

“You want a mission, host?” Bian Yingning wasn’t sure how she detected a hint of surprise in the system’s mechanical voice.

“I thought you didn’t want one. After all, you don’t want to die.”

Who would want to die?

“It’s true. The constant threat of divine retribution… but now, I miss it a little.” It wasn’t so much missing it as reflecting on it.

“Our current point in the original story is about halfway through, but we can’t follow it completely,” the system seemed to know Bian Yingning’s thoughts, explaining, “Many things were stopped in their early stages, meaning many things won’t happen.”

This meant that Bian Yingning had essentially completed her missions. Now, she only needed to wait for the world to completely collapse, for all the original plot constraints to be removed, and she would succeed.

Bian Yingning nodded slightly, slowly asking in her mind, “Where is Shang Qinghui?”

She actually wanted to ask why the system remained silent about her and Shang Qinghui’s relationship—no intervention, no approval or disapproval, no comment at all.

While asking, Bian Yingning tried to clear her mind, not thinking about the system. Since it could communicate with her through brainwaves, did it know everything she was thinking?

She wasn’t sure if she should continue trusting the system.

“She’s been stopped by Nangong Jin…”

Nangong Jin? A desperate man would do anything. Who knew what he would do?

But was this why he dared to participate in the bidding?

Using Shang Qinghui to threaten me…

Thinking this, Bian Yingning, ignoring the teacher, left the classroom through the back door.

Seeing her hurry, the teacher assumed she needed to use the restroom or had an emergency and didn’t stop her.

…

Although unsure if she’d misheard, Shang Qinghui, after a moment of surprise, controlled her expression, offering a faint smile, neither confirming nor denying.

Nangong Jin, seeing her nonchalant reaction, believed his sudden guess even more. Ordinary people wouldn’t believe such a fantastical story.

He smiled, gesturing for someone to take Shang Qinghui away.

But as his men approached, two cars appeared at either end of the road, and eight fully armed bodyguards got out aggressively. These were Shang Qinghui’s secret bodyguards.

After receiving the text message, she had instructed her family to secretly assign bodyguards to follow her.

Shang Qinghui expected Nangong Jin to panic, but he seemed prepared. He clapped his hands, and more men with machetes emerged from his cars.

Shang Qinghui’s side was outnumbered.

Without hesitation, Shang Qinghui was pushed into a car, with Nangong Jin following.

The car started, and Shang Qinghui looked back. Her men and Nangong Jin’s men were fighting, with groans, shouts, and blood splattering. She frowned.

“Are you crazy?” she asked Nangong Jin incredulously.

She had expected the sender to retaliate if they didn’t get what they wanted, but she hadn’t expected Nangong Jin to be so audacious.

Nangong Jin pulled out handcuffs from under the seat, cuffing his hand to Shang Qinghui’s.

“Don’t you think I should be crazy?”

He looked at Shang Qinghui, their eyes meeting.

“No wonder you dislike me so much,” Nangong Jin seemed to understand something, his eyes fixed on Shang Qinghui’s face.

He tried to touch her face but was avoided. He didn’t mind and withdrew his hand.

“I admit, I was harsh on you before. Perhaps it’s a reversal of fortune.”

Nangong Jin sighed, leaning back.

He never expected to live so miserably this time.

He had planned to use the same trick as with Duanmu Zhengjie—pretending to have leverage over the Shang family to force Shang Qinghui to cooperate. This was one reason he dared to bid.

But he hadn’t expected Shang Qinghui to be so calm, seemingly unconcerned whether he had any leverage or not. She didn’t care if he exposed the scandal, as if the Shang family was tired of living.

His timing was wrong. In his past life, everything had gone smoothly, so he hadn’t considered that things would be different. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

Duanmu family’s revenge, Hua family’s uncooperative attitude, Shang family’s secret attacks, Bian family’s relentless actions, and the opportunistic fence-sitters…

The Nangong family was like wheat in the wind, at the mercy of the wind.

Surrender or collapse.

In his past life, he had destroyed the Shang family. In this life, he was disliked by Shang Qinghui—poetic justice.

“Have you ever thought this might all be a dream?” Nangong Jin’s face showed a hint of madness.

“A dream you created to comfort yourselves after failing to defeat me?”

There are winners and losers. He had won once and wouldn’t say he couldn’t lose, but he would lose spectacularly.

Want to defeat me completely? Dream on.

H City was by the sea, with cliffs outside the city. The car was heading further and further away, towards the sea. Shang Qinghui trembled slightly.

Nangong Jin was crazy.

What did he want to do?

Die together?

“Why aren’t you speaking? Do you think you can win this time?” Nangong Jin knew his options.

Give up the Nangong family, become an ordinary person, and live, but a miserable life.

Like Shang Qinghui in her past life.

But Nangong Jin wouldn’t live so miserably.

He had lived enough in his past life. This life was completely different, and he wanted to make those who made him unhappy, unhappy too.

Shang Qinghui pinched her thigh to stay calm.

Nangong Jin’s words—”before,” “this life”—made Shang Qinghui think of the word “also.”

If this was true, he was reborn. Who else?

An answer was emerging.

“I can’t win against you, but someone else can,” Shang Qinghui said, her face a radiant smile, despite the pain in her thigh.

Sure enough, Nangong Jin was enraged.

“Bullshit! Bian Yingning can’t defeat me!”

Shang Qinghui was shocked but remained calm,

“Heh, you captured me to threaten who? The Shang family might give up the project for me, but besides us, there’s the Bian family, the Hua family…”

“You think capturing me will let you win?”

Nangong Jin paused, then sneered, glancing at her, “So you weren’t reborn.”

The smile froze on Shang Qinghui’s face.

Nangong Jin didn’t care.

“It doesn’t matter; knowing won’t help you.”

Everything different in this life was caused by Bian Yingning. His enemy, the one who could defeat him, was only Bian Yingning.

Nangong Jin smiled at Shang Qinghui, “You may not know, Bian Yingning has done a lot for you.”

Especially in the past life.

“This time, do you think she’ll still do anything for you?”

Be calm, be compose, don’t panic…

After hearing Nangong Jin’s words, Shang Qinghui forgot all that. She stared at Nangong Jin, “What do you want?”

Nangong Jin just smiled, “Scared? It’s okay. Pray that you’ll have another life.”