Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 89

While Bian Yingning followed the system’s guidance to find Shang Qinghui, Ouyang Fei received a call from a bodyguard saying that Nangong Jin had kidnapped Shang Qinghui.

Police and the Shang family pursued Shang Qinghui; the news couldn’t be hidden. Many in H City knew, but most were just onlookers.

The car sped down the road. A biting wind blew in through the slightly open window, but Bian Yingning didn’t close it.

The wind was cold, but she needed the chill to stay clear-headed.

“Nangong Jin is asking for trouble. What does he want with Shang Qinghui?” Her face was stiff from the cold wind; her voice was equally cold.

She and Shang Qinghui had only recently become a couple. Nangong Jin shouldn’t know so quickly to target Shang Qinghui.

Why Shang Qinghui?

The bidding project? But wasn’t he reborn? He should know the Shang family’s bid.

Or perhaps he was reborn before the bidding started?

She speculated, but it was futile. Worrying wouldn’t help.

The system was busy in her mind; she occasionally saw a red transparent panel flashing, as if it was about to crash.

After a while, the system returned to normal; the red alert disappeared.

“Detecting that Nangong Jin’s mental state is nearing collapse. Please be cautious, host.”

Bian Yingning: “…”

This is obvious.

“Why is he breaking down?” Bian Yingning felt a tightness in her chest, making her feel uneasy.

Was it because he couldn’t accept the Nangong family’s downfall?

People who have been at the top find it hard to accept falling to the bottom.

Especially a proud and unyielding male lead.

Finding it laughable, Bian Yingning smirked.

Looking at the road, she glanced at the rearview mirror and saw herself.

She paused, looking again.

The person in the mirror had slightly droopy eyes, a blank expression, but it was unsettling. The smirk was like a disdain for all.

Her clear eyes met her own. For a moment, she saw someone else.

A stranger.

Her chest ached; she covered it, her lips pale, cold sweat trickling down her face.

Who is she?

…

The sea wind on the cliff was fierce. Shang Qinghui’s hand was handcuffed to Nangong Jin’s. The car stopped on the cliff; neither got out.

The sea, under the gloomy sky, seemed to hide a dragon, churning and roaring, creating waves.

“What’s the point of living?” The driver had been sent away; only Nangong Jin and Shang Qinghui remained. Nangong Jin looked at the sea and asked.

Shang Qinghui scoffed at the philosophical question.

Wealthy people are crazy. They have everything, so they have time to ponder and do bizarre things.

They call it seeking life’s meaning, and in the process, they go crazy.

Ordinary people are too busy to think about such things.

Shang Qinghui almost laughed.

Rebirth? Such a ridiculous idea. It’s more like a delusion.

Nangong Jin seemed to notice her disdain, “I have time. Let me tell you a story.”

…

You know, the two words you can’t trust are “I heard.”

I heard these two ladies fought the most, not even bothering with a facade of harmony.

They fought often, sometimes even physically.

I heard they fought at a party, their clothes torn.

They scratched, bit, and their lipstick smeared on their faces.

I heard they fought over a haute couture dress in a fitting room, emerging breathless and exhausted.

Some wondered if they’d develop feelings, like a common trope.

But I heard one was devoted to a wealthy man, often acting like his fiancée. People stopped thinking about them developing feelings.

Strong alliances are rare; people prefer Cinderella stories.

The heiress lost. No matter how much she did, how perfect she was, she lost.

She lost her marriage, her family, and her pride. She became destitute, her pride preventing her from bowing down.

…

“I, Nangong Jin, conquered three prominent families in H City. Everyone submitted to me!

The Hua family’s reputation was ruined; scandalous photos, illegitimate daughter. The Shang family’s business collapsed; using substandard materials. The Bian family cut their losses, sacrificing their catering business to save their hospitality business…

Who could defeat me?”

Nangong Jin’s face was contorted with rage, as if his victories were before his eyes.

Shang Qinghui listened quietly.

“Do you remember what you did when you were in that situation?”

“You wanted to kill me, die together. Heh, you underestimated me,” Nangong Jin leisurely cracked his neck.

“Crushing you was as easy as crushing an ant, but I didn’t… know why?”

“Haha, because of your enemy.”

Shang Qinghui looked up sharply.

Nangong Jin looked at her, his eyes filled with bloodlust.

“She asked me to spare you. She said…”

Nangong Jin leaned closer, staring into Shang Qinghui’s eyes, speaking slowly, observing her every reaction.

“She said, ‘Please, she’s so young, so delicate… with a bright future. Don’t let her spend her life in darkness! I can give you anything…’

Guess what I asked for?”

Shang Qinghui’s eyes reddened, her vision blurred. She couldn’t see Nangong Jin’s crazed eyes, nor anything else.

“Heh, crying already? We haven’t reached the most touching part yet,” Nangong Jin’s hand, like a cold snake’s tongue, tried to wipe away her tears.

She slapped his hand away forcefully, her wrist aching.

Nangong Jin didn’t mind, “Before, you begged me to look at you. Now, you won’t even let me touch you.”

Shang Qinghui felt disgusted, her lips pursed, her fists clenched, wanting to tear his mouth apart.

Nangong Jin leaned back, looking at the sea.

“What do I want? I have everything. The Bian family’s hospitality business will eventually be mine… I want something else.

I want you elite women to do other things.”

Bian Yingning had asked about his past life’s ending.

It was exciting, an adrenaline rush.

Nangong Jin spoke randomly, excitedly.

Afterward, Nangong Jin took Shang Qinghui out of the car, standing on the cliff edge, looking at the waves.

The waves crashed against the rocks, creating spray.

It was cold by the sea; Shang Qinghui shivered. She didn’t know what Nangong Jin was planning.

“What does it feel like to die at sea?” he asked.

Shang Qinghui’s teeth chattered, “You’re crazy.”

Her voice was carried away by the wind.

Nangong Jin pondered, then seemed to remember something.

“You said that when you wanted to kill me,” Nangong Jin smiled sinisterly.

“But we’re different. I believe we’re different.”

He wouldn’t be a loser this time. He still had leverage, held in his hand.

“Of course we’re different. No one will fight to save you,” Shang Qinghui knew what he was waiting for—Bian Yingning.

Nangong Jin’s face darkened.

“Shut up!”

His biggest regret was Ji Xiaoxue.

Hadn’t he been good to her? Why did she hope not to be with him in the next life? And she did it.

She disregarded him, avoiding him like the plague!

He loved her so much, but before she died…

“You’re pathetic,” Shang Qinghui continued.

“No matter what you did to her in the past life, you won’t get what you want this time.”

“Is that so?”

“Let’s see.”

Shang Qinghui’s words made Nangong Jin check his phone.

Many missed calls from his company, but he ignored them, checking one number.

He frowned slightly.

“You may not know,” Nangong Jin made the call, “I haven’t told Bian Yingning you’re with me. But guess when she’ll arrive?”

He hadn’t told Bian Yingning, knowing Shang Qinghui’s bodyguards would.

He wanted to see if Shang Qinghui was still important to Bian Yingning.

If she was, Bian Yingning would know and come to find him.

But he hadn’t received any news from her.

Was everything different this time?

Impossible.

The call connected, and Nangong Jin answered cheerfully.

Unexpectedly, Bian Yingning’s voice was calm.

“What?”

Nangong Jin was startled, “Does Miss Bian have poor communication?”

“What do you mean?”

The sea wind howled. He wasn’t sure if Bian Yingning could hear him; he felt the wind was loud on her end too.

“Is Shang Qinghui important to you?”

Bian Yingning had little negotiation experience. She knew that showing eagerness would give away her advantage.

“What do you think?” Bian Yingning asked back.

“Don’t come! I’m fine! He’s targeting you!”

Shang Qinghui, unable to hear them, shouted into the phone. Nangong Jin glared at her.

“What do I think? Heh, you’re still playing games.”

Nangong Jin mocked Shang Qinghui, “No need to shout. I was wrong. You’re worthless to her.”

Shang Qinghui’s worried face froze.

Although reason told her not to come, hearing that she was unimportant, that she wasn’t worth saving, hurt.

Reason and emotion battled, weakening her.

“That’s good. Your plan will fail,” Shang Qinghui said emotionlessly.

“Fail? Maybe not,” Nangong Jin threw away his phone, looking towards the road.

Several cars were speeding towards them, the lead car, a black luxury car, far ahead of the others.

The car stopped.

Bian Yingning, in a black coat, her collar half-up, her belt loosely tied, got out. Her coat billowed slightly in the wind.

Shang Qinghui stared at the person who seemed to appear before her.

Moments ago, someone said she was unimportant, but now she was here.

“Tell your people to leave,” Nangong Jin pulled out a folding knife, the sharp blade against Shang Qinghui’s neck.

Bian Yingning, arms crossed, leaned against the car, her heart pounding, her nails digging into her flesh, but her face showed no emotion.

“Are you making a movie?”

Bian Yingning looked around leisurely, “The setting is good. Very dramatic.”

Nangong Jin chuckled, “You said she wasn’t important. Why are you here so quickly?”

Bian Yingning shivered, “If I didn’t come, who would you put on this show?”

“A show?” Nangong Jin sneered, stabbing Shang Qinghui’s leg.

It was quick and brutal.

“Ah…” Shang Qinghui cried out, her body arching. She wanted to cover her wound but couldn’t. Her hand was handcuffed to Nangong Jin’s.

Blood flowed, staining her pants.

“Stop!” Bian Yingning’s eyes widened; she rushed forward, her composure shattered.

She wanted the system to give her skills, but the system mechanically replied,

“Sorry, host. You’re not in a mission; you can’t access the shop.”

“Are you crazy?!” Bian Yingning stamped her foot, “If anything happens to Shang Qinghui, how will I complete the mission?!”

“Sorry, host. To avoid disrupting the world’s order, you can’t access the shop.”

“What useless thing! Delete it!”

“What? Can everyone leave now?” Nangong Jin laughed loudly.

Bian Yingning stepped forward; Nangong Jin pulled Shang Qinghui back, closer to the cliff.

“Leave!” Bian Yingning shouted at her bodyguards. They looked at each other, saw Nangong Jin’s actions, and retreated.

It must have hurt.

The knife seemed to pierce not only Shang Qinghui’s leg but also Bian Yingning’s heart, twisting and turning, causing excruciating pain.

“Take it out on me. Leave her alone,” Bian Yingning stared at Nangong Jin.

Shang Qinghui trembled, cold and pain assaulting her. Her head spun; her body swayed; Bian Yingning’s figure blurred.

“Leave her alone?” Nangong Jin repeated, “You said that last time.”

He laughed, like a winner, “Bian Yingning, I don’t care how you got this world restarted, but I want to tell you, even if I die, you can’t win!

You can’t win this time!

You and Shang Qinghui will never be together!”

A tear rolled down Bian Yingning’s cheek; she realized her face was already wet with tears.

Her heart felt like it had a huge hole, aching terribly, a pain that went beyond this moment.