Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 9

“What!” A roar, followed by the sound of someone jumping on the container tops.

Bian Yingning’s heart leaped. The next second, someone pulled her down, crouching into a nearby container.

The deafening clang of the metal being stomped on was like a death knell.

When the death knell passed overhead, Bian Yingning dared not breathe.

Her hands were still tied behind her back; she couldn’t cover her mouth, so she bit her lower lip tightly, pressing against Shang Qinghui.

When the sounds of searching above faded, Bian Yingning finally exhaled.

Then she realized something was wrong. Glancing sideways, she saw that the rope binding Shang Qinghui’s hands was gone.

Shang Qinghui looked down at the person pressed against her chest, with no intention of remembering, wanting to push her to remind her.

Her hand just lifted when she suddenly looked up, making Shang Qinghui’s heart jump.

She was on top of her, looking down, so close that Shang Qinghui could smell the lingering smell of cigarettes and alcohol from the nightclub—it was awful.

“What? Get up,” Shang Qinghui urged, pursing her lips.

“Where’s your rope?” Bian Yingning asked incredulously.

“It’s untied,” Shang Qinghui said, pushing her up, unable to bear it any longer.

“Untied? How?” Bian Yingning stood up but continued to press.

Shang Qinghui rolled her eyes and untied the rope on Bian Yingning’s hands.

How else? You need a strong back, what are you asking so many questions for?

As dawn broke, Shang Qinghui, having untied Bian Yingning, saw her wrists, chafed and bleeding from the rough rope.

Her small face puffed up.

“Where should we run?” The kidnappers were still searching for them. They had only briefly checked from the container tops; if they searched thoroughly, they would have nowhere to hide.

Bian Yingning asked the system if it could help call the police; her phone was gone, and she had nothing but her clothes.

System: “Sorry, host, the system is upgrading.”

Bian Yingning gnashed her teeth: “I hope you upgrade forever.”

System: “…”

Shang Qinghui touched her stomach: “Let’s wait.”

“Wait?” Bian Yingning frowned.

They had escaped so hard just to wait?

“I have a tracker; my family will find me if I’m kidnapped.”

Bian Yingning was skeptical: “My earrings were ripped off; where’s your tracker?”

Shang Qinghui averted her gaze, her baby face slightly reddening: “You don’t need to know.”

Bian Yingning: “…”

The young lady was still being mysterious. She would rely on herself.

Bian Yingning blew on her burning wrist wound and cautiously peeked out again.

But this time she didn’t dare to look from the container top.

They must have been taken around twelve o’clock.

Summer dawns quickly; it must be around four or five now. She didn’t know where they were or how far from H City.

Bian Yingning looked at the wasteland: “Want to gamble?”

“Gamble?” Shang Qinghui wasn’t sure how she felt.

They had known each other for so many years, and the times they had spoken properly were few. This was the first time they were talking in a consultative tone.

“Staying here will only get us caught sooner or later. Let’s gamble that they’re searching the containers and not paying attention, and run across there,” Bian Yingning pointed to the wasteland.

“There’s a mountain beyond; they can’t chase us by car. As long as we run far enough, even if they find us, they might not catch us.”

The grayish light of dawn illuminated Bian Yingning’s face; the other half was hidden in the container’s shadow. Shang Qinghui stared at her for a moment, then smiled: “Okay.”

Bian Yingning peeked over the container top; she didn’t see the kidnappers. There were sounds from the larger stack of containers; the kidnappers might have gone there.

Having reached an agreement, they exchanged a glance and ran towards the distant low mountain.

Bian Yingning stumbled at the start.

She had run too hard chasing the van; she hadn’t realized until now, but her legs were weak.

But human potential is limitless. In a life-or-death situation, one can exert ten times their strength.

However, before they had run a hundred meters, they heard someone shouting from a crane: “Boss! They’re to the west, heading towards the mountain!”

Bian Yingning turned her head; someone on a towering machine was shouting from the railing.

Before Bian Yingning could react, Shang Qinghui ran backward, cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone, shouting defiantly, “Kid, come and get your daddy!”

Bian Yingning: “???!!!”

Could she at least give me a heads-up before shouting so I could run further?

Or should they split up?

Did she think they had escaped?

Did she think this was a childhood game of tag?

Looking at the people charging from the container stacks in the distance… well, they seemed quite far away.

Bian Yingning mimicked Shang Qinghui’s action: “Want to catch your grandpa? Maybe in the next life!”

The playful expression on Shang Qinghui’s face froze: “Why are you the grandpa?”

Bian Yingning grinned: “Because I’m your dad.”

Shang Qinghui: “?”

“Bian, Ying, Ning!” Shang Qinghui, unable to bear it any longer, raised her hand to hit Bian Yingning, who quickly sped up.

As they reached the foot of the mountain, they heard a roar behind them.

Looking back, two kidnappers in black hoods, riding a motorcycle from somewhere, wielding steel pipes, were charging towards them.

Motorcycles? Are they serious?

Fortunately, they had reached the foot of the mountain. The mountain was covered in weeds and trees, making it impossible for the motorcycle to climb, but it significantly reduced the distance between them.

As they ran up the mountain, they discovered another downside: there was no path. They had to run through the undergrowth like wild people.

Before reaching halfway up the mountain, their clothes were torn by the weeds, and their arms and faces were scratched. The lack of visibility made it easy to stumble.

Bian Yingning, unexpectedly stepping into a pit, felt a searing pain in her ankle.

She staggered, almost falling, but Shang Qinghui quickly grabbed her.

“What?”

Bian Yingning’s face was as white as paper, with several cuts from sharp leaves: “I twisted my ankle. Don’t worry about me; go!”

Shang Qinghui’s fair face also had several bleeding cuts: “Do you think we’re filming a drama?”

Bian Yingning gratefully grasped her hand: “Okay, then don’t go. Let’s get caught together.”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

“Ah? Why aren’t you two running?” The kidnappers followed their trail, and one of them smashed a small tree with his steel pipe.

The tree was broken in half.

Bian Yingning trembled, feeling she would soon become that tree.

“Whose dad or grandpa are you?” The other kidnapper, whose arm was as thick as Bian Yingning’s waist, approached, sneering.

Bian Yingning tightly held Shang Qinghui’s hand, staring at the two kidnappers, whispering, “I’ll hold them off; you run. This isn’t a drill; find the police!”

It’s better to save one than lose both.

They were at a higher point, about ten meters away from the kidnappers.

Shang Qinghui pushed away her hand, which was being squeezed painfully, leaning against her, scanning the distance, and arrogantly said to the kidnappers, “How much money do you want? Can’t the Shang family afford it?”

“But we haven’t received any money yet,” the kidnapper with the steel pipe said, wiping off some grass stains, looking dissatisfied.

“Then go get it. As long as you let me go, the Shang family will give you whatever you want,” Shang Qinghui said calmly.

“Why should we believe you?” the larger kidnapper said, “You rich people are full of tricks. I won’t negotiate with you; I’ll only talk to your family. If I don’t see the money, you’ll both become prostitutes!”

They would simply take the money from selling them if they didn’t get the ransom.

“Someone who doesn’t dare to gamble can’t achieve great things,” Shang Qinghui sneered.

“Damn it, you’re still talking nonsense when you’re about to die,” the larger kidnapper, enraged by Shang Qinghui’s sarcasm, charged forward to grab her.

Shang Qinghui smiled sweetly: “I advise you not to move. You’re being targeted by several sniper rifles. If you move, bang—you’ll be full of holes.”

“B-Boss…” The smaller kidnapper, voice trembling, pointed at the other kidnapper.

The larger kidnapper looked down and saw several red dots on his body.

They turned around to see a dozen police cars parked at the foot of the mountain. Fully armed police officers were pointing their guns at them.

Any movement, and they would be shot immediately.

Bian Yingning looked down from Shang Qinghui’s arms and saw her saviors.

Her exhausted and aching body could no longer support her; her eyelids fluttered, and she fainted.

Shang Qinghui couldn’t hold the unconscious Bian Yingning but didn’t let go; they both fell into the bushes.

…

[Prevent Shang Qinghui from developing romantic feelings for the male lead after he rescues her from the kidnapping. Task completed. The seed has been destroyed. Task completion rate 100%, points obtained: 200]

[Host total points: 150, unsettled points: 0]

The system’s settlement sound didn’t wake Bian Yingning. She was in a hazy state, as if she had a dream, or as if she had watched the novel Cold CEO’s Doting: Wife Runs Away with the Ball as an outsider.

In that “dream,” even the female lead, Ji Xiaoxue, suffered. Not to mention the other supporting characters.