Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 90

The original female supporting character’s hatred, pain, and anger burned in Bian Yingning’s heart, threatening to consume her.

Nangong Jin’s words echoed in her ears like a curse, “You can’t win against me, you’ll never win!”

What difference did it make if she brought down the Nangong family, won the project, or lost everything?

Nangong Jin knew that in the past life, Bian Yingning had been willing to die for Shang Qinghui. In this life, as long as she wasn’t a native of this world, she would continue to risk her life for Shang Qinghui.

As long as they couldn’t be together, as long as one of them died, he would still win.

People like them had an inexplicable pride. They wouldn’t willingly live a mediocre life in hiding.

For Nangong Jin, a humiliating defeat was worse than a spectacular revenge. Everyone would suffer together.

Bian Yingning hadn’t ignored the danger Nangong Jin posed; a defeated wolf would do anything. But when she learned he was participating in the bidding, she thought he wasn’t desperate yet, that he still had a chance. She focused on finding out if he had any support, not realizing it was a distraction.

It made her speculate, diverting her attention to the bidding.

He had given up hope for the bidding; he just wanted to prevent her and Shang Qinghui from being together.

Bian Yingning gasped for air, forgetting to breathe through her nose. She tried to calm herself, avoiding provoking Nangong Jin.

“What do you want me to do?”

Nangong Jin smiled, “That’s better. Now we can talk.”

Bian Yingning’s eyes were red; she only saw Shang Qinghui’s swaying body.

“You’re targeting me. You’re my enemy. Leave her alone. Do whatever you want to me.”

Nangong Jin smacked his lips, “See? In this life and the last, you can’t win against me.”

“Yes,” Bian Yingning nodded crisply, “I can’t win against you.”

“Release her. I’ll give you anything. Don’t involve others in our feud.”

Nangong Jin frowned, “No, no, no. It’s not just our feud; it’s between the three of us.”

“What do you want?!” Seeing the blood still flowing from Shang Qinghui’s leg, Bian Yingning demanded.

“Hahahaha,” Nangong Jin laughed wildly, “What? Getting anxious?”

There would be no sun today. The sea wind howled; winter had arrived.

Nangong Jin had pulled Shang Qinghui back further, closer to the cliff.

“Since you died at sea last time, why not this time too?”

Die… at sea?

Bian Yingning’s gaze went past Nangong Jin to the sea.

Memories, not hers, surged in her mind with the waves.

“I can let Shang Qinghui go, but she tried to kill me. That’s attempted murder…

I’m sponsoring a race and want to make it better. You’ll participate. I’ll give you a shortcut to the finals. A Bian family heiress in extreme racing—that’s attention-grabbing.

You know how to drive, right? I’m not kidding. You’ve driven more cars than I’ve eaten meals… If you finish in the top three, I’ll let her go.”

Ghostly words echoed. Bian Yingning covered her head, but the fragmented images continued to play.

These weren’t her memories; they were Bian Yingning’s memories from the book.

This wasn’t her experience. She was an ordinary girl, a journalism student about to graduate.

…

What else?

Bian Yingning suddenly looked up. What else?

Besides this identity, her friends, her parents, where she lived…

Why couldn’t she remember anything? She only remembered being a student, wanting to graduate.

—Is she really her?

She realized she was a caged bird, her fate controlled by invisible hands.

She had no freedom. Everything she did was to survive.

But why did she end up as someone else’s amusement?

“Drive off the cliff, and I’ll let her go,” Nangong Jin said.

“It’s not difficult. Just a little stunt.”

“If you survive, you’re lucky.”

Bian Yingning smiled lightly, her voice soft but firm, “Why do you think I’d die for her?”

The system had told her she would die if she didn’t complete the mission.

She had done everything, step by step.

And now, someone else was telling her to die.

Why did everyone want her to die?

Nangong Jin’s eyes narrowed; he hadn’t expected this.

“You…”

When she first arrived, she thought this was a virtual world; she would return after completing the mission.

She slowly realized that this world was real to those living in it.

Now, she was confused. Could she really go back?

Was her past real? Which world was real?

Bian Yingning closed her eyes; overwhelming memories assaulted her, threatening to drown her.

Nangong Jin panicked. He pulled the knife from Shang Qinghui’s leg; she whimpered, and the bloody knife was pressed against her neck.

“What? She’s not important anymore?”

Seeing Bian Yingning’s composure, Nangong Jin panicked.

Shang Qinghui felt the warm blood flowing down her leg, hot to the touch.

She couldn’t speak; Nangong Jin held her upright. She didn’t know what she felt.

“What do you think?”

Bian Yingning’s light words enraged Nangong Jin. He pointed the knife at Bian Yingning, “What do you mean? You’re still pretending?”

He didn’t believe his actions were worthless.

If Shang Qinghui wasn’t important to Bian Yingning, everything he did was like a clown’s act.

Meaningless to Bian Yingning.

“You think removing the protagonist’s halo makes you different from ordinary people?” Bian Yingning looked at Nangong Jin with pity, slowly approaching him, “You think you achieved everything through your own ability last time? It was the protagonist’s halo that made others stupid!

Why don’t your methods work here? Why are you down and out? Because you’re no longer the male lead, the protagonist. No one will support you!”

A loud sound—thunder or waves—exploded, making their scalps tingle.

Bian Yingning walked to Nangong Jin; the bloody knife pointed at her, but she ignored it.

“We’re all just ants, living and dying quickly.”

Bian Yingning stood near Nangong Jin, looking at the turbulent sea.

Nangong Jin was afraid she would attack; he had seen her fight in the bar.

He pulled Shang Qinghui back, realizing they were at the edge of the cliff.

Bian Yingning turned, her hair blown by the wind, “I love her. I’ve loved her for a long time.”

Her gaze lingered on Shang Qinghui, whose face was hidden by her wet hair.

Shang Qinghui, sensing something, looked into Bian Yingning’s eyes, then at the sea behind her.

“I love you too,” she said abruptly.

Maybe not as long as you, but a long time.

After saying this, Shang Qinghui turned and hugged Nangong Jin, pushing him backward.

As they fell, she heard Bian Yingning’s voice.

A heart-wrenching “No.”

She seemed to be back in the past, when she first met Bian Yingning.

They were both small, meeting at a party. Ouyang Fei brought her forward; Bian’s mother asked her to give Bian Yingning one of her crystal balls.

Little Bian Yingning looked at the two different balls, reluctant, frowning, saying in a childish voice, “No.”

And many more memories.

She knew Bian Yingning wanted to help, but this time, she didn’t want her to sacrifice herself.

The wind howled, Nangong Jin’s desperate shouts, then a thud.

The sound of them falling into the water was faint, almost inaudible.

Like the quiet departure of someone from this world.

Bian Yingning stared at the empty cliff, only a pool of blood indicating that what had happened wasn’t a dream.

Heartbreak and confusion.

What was real?

Was her pain real?

Bian Yingning ran forward, sand and stones sliding under her feet; the waves below remained the same.

They surged, crashed, and receded, endlessly repeating. They didn’t show that they had just swallowed two people.

“If I die, can I go home?”

Back to the beginning.

Her voice disappeared in the wind; the cliff was empty.

…

Too much regret can destroy a person.

Unrequited love is common.

…

They were in a book.

A world written by someone.

In the original story, Nangong Jin conquered all.

Shang Qinghui, burdened by hatred, wanted to die with him.

But the male lead’s halo was too strong.

The male lead was wealthy, cunning, ruthless, and relentless.

The Bian family heiress was the only one willing to help Shang Qinghui.

Willing to become a fighting horse, or a plaything, participating in the race.

Ultimately dying.

The Bian heiress’s hatred, Shang Qinghui’s hatred, and the resentment of those who submitted to the male lead’s halo, broke through space, creating another world.

Why Bian Yingning? Perhaps because she was the only one in the original story without a romantic relationship with the male lead.

Giving her a new setting, not her original self, was to prevent hatred from consuming her, blinding her, making her do irrational things.

They wanted to live, to live well, without the control of the original story.

…

The seawater was cold, extremely cold.

Nangong Jin handcuffed himself to Shang Qinghui to prevent her escape, but it became his death trap.

Shang Qinghui, injured and shocked by the fall, fainted.

Nangong Jin, handcuffed to her, felt the cold water weighing him down, sinking with Shang Qinghui.

His past and present lives flashed before his eyes.

If only he could have stayed in his past life.

But his story ended here.

…

Why do you hate someone? Why do you clash with someone?

Perhaps jealousy, conflicting auras, or fate.

They were in the same school; even though Bian Yingning was a year older, they were often together.

Bian Yingning was a year older, but she didn’t act like a sister.

Shang Qinghui saw her cunning beneath her beautiful exterior.

When a friend gossiped about her, the friend was hit by a soccer ball and fainted.

When she went to the restroom, the lights would mysteriously go out, and she couldn’t open the door.

Until Bian Yingning opened the door, comforting her, saying not to be afraid.

She cried, hugging Bian Yingning, finding solace.

Returning home, she heard that Bian Yingning had turned off the lights and held the door shut.

Shang Qinghui cried again, angrily.

She retaliated, putting dead mice in Bian Yingning’s desk. The next day, her homework was torn.

Bian Yingning and her friends would appear in the classroom hallway, looking at her.

This was unbearable.

Older, Shang Qinghui and her friends ambushed Bian Yingning after school. Girl fights were common—slapping and hair-pulling.

Neither side dared to touch them, so it became a fight between the two.

Shang Qinghui’s hair often suffered; Bian Yingning was often bruised, sometimes with bite marks.

One wouldn’t let go, the other wouldn’t release their bite.

Later, they started competing in other ways.

At parties, they competed in talents.

Shang Qinghui excelled in arts and crafts. Playing a piece at a party would garner praise.

Bian Yingning could do it too, but not as well. She was better at managing her family business, like cooking.

But she wouldn’t accept being outdone; she would argue with Shang Qinghui.

She liked pinching Shang Qinghui’s face.

Shang Qinghui suspected her baby fat was from Bian Yingning’s pinching.

They would fight fiercely.

Gradually, everyone understood their rivalry.

One would say something, and the other would retort.

Luxury brands were afraid to bring limited-edition items, fearing the two would fight over them.

Knowing Shang Qinghui and Nangong Jin’s engagement, Bian Yingning smiled sarcastically.

Seeing Shang Qinghui fawning over Nangong Jin, she stopped smiling, listening quietly.

She no longer commented.

When Ji Xiaoxue appeared, Shang Qinghui felt she was presumptuous and wanted to teach her a lesson.

Later, Shang Qinghui confronted Bian Yingning for secretly helping Ji Xiaoxue.

Shang Qinghui was furious, hating Ji Xiaoxue more than ever before.

She angrily asked Bian Yingning “why”.