Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 91

From Shang Qinghui’s perspective, although she and Bian Yingning didn’t get along, they were still from the same social circle. Why was Ji Xiaoxue receiving Bian Yingning’s help?

Bian Yingning didn’t see her but sent her something—one of the crystal balls Bian Yingning had held during their first meeting.

Shang Qinghui seemed to understand something, but the realization was fleeting, gone in an instant. Nothing seemed to have happened; she turned her attention back to Ji Xiaoxue.

The Cinderella and spoiled heiress fighting over a man—a classic story.

Cinderella wins because that’s what people want to see.

Shang Qinghui lost completely.

Before anyone realized it, Nangong Jin had everyone under his control.

The day Bian Yingning died, Shang Qinghui saw it on a livestream.

The excited host and DJ made it entertaining.

Only Shang Qinghui, looking at the sunset over the sea, spat out blood.

At that moment, she was no longer bound by the world’s laws; she could feel her own emotions, love, and hate.

She realized the person she couldn’t lose was herself.

…

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…

A month later.

“Qinghui! My Qinghui! You’re finally awake! You scared your mother to death…”

In the VIP ward, Ouyang Fei’s relieved cries echoed, followed by the pressing of the call button and the hurried arrival of doctors.

The excitement subsided after the doctor entered. After examining Shang Qinghui and announcing she was fine, more cries of relief followed.

“You’re so careless! That place was dangerous! You wanted to scare us to death, didn’t you?” After the initial relief, came a scolding.

Shang Qingfeng, seeing his still-dazed sister, said, “Mom, she’s awake. Let’s talk later.”

Ouyang Fei stopped, “My dear daughter, do you feel any discomfort?”

Shang Qingfeng smiled, watching the tender mother-daughter moment. Knowing their father was busy at the company and didn’t know Shang Qinghui was awake, he turned to leave, taking out his phone.

He saw a figure flash past the observation window.

He opened the door; the corridor was normal. Had he seen wrong?

He called Shang Qingfeng’s father.

A low-key black car left the hospital; a refined face was partially visible through the slightly lowered window.

Her eyes were downcast, aloof, as if nothing interested her.

Her phone on the passenger seat rang; she glanced at it, put on a Bluetooth headset, and answered.

“Can Can?” she asked softly and casually.

“Where have you been? Weren’t we going to E’s for afternoon tea?”

“It’s still early.”

“Early? It’s already three o’clock. Do you have afternoon tea at night?”

“Tsk,” she sounded impatient, “I’m on my way.”

“I’m already at E’s!”

Hua Cancan continued, “I went to your house to pick you up, but they said you left this morning. Didn’t we agree I’d pick you up today? Where did you go? Why didn’t you take me? Are you heartless? I give up, I give up, I really give up.”

“One more word, and you’re paying.”

…

Hanging up, the driver yawned, turning the car in another direction.

Hua Cancan chose a VIP seat with a great view of the city.

After playing with her phone and looking around the café, known for its handsome and beautiful staff, she took several photos of the café and herself.

Feeling unsatisfied, she put down her phone, thinking Bian Yingning could take photos of her.

And Bian Yingning arrived.

She put down her phone and saw Bian Yingning, guided by a waiter, approaching.

She wore a black and white cow-patterned fleece jacket, mostly white, and a black beanie. Her jawline was sharp.

Hua Cancan stroked her chin, “You look thinner. Did you secretly lose weight?”

Bian Yingning stopped, glanced at the waiter, who pulled out a chair for her.

She surveyed the café, answering Hua Cancan, “Looking at your own fat makes everyone else look thin.”

Hua Cancan: “?”

She looked down; it was all chest.

She used her phone as a mirror. Her face was small and pointed.

Where was her fat?

“If you have eye problems, get them checked.”

Bian Yingning nodded in agreement.

Hua Cancan felt Bian Yingning’s magic; a few words made her want to punch her.

The waiter brought a tablet for them to order. Bian Yingning frowned, “The minimum spend here is 100,000?”

The waiter nodded nervously, “Yes. This is the best seat; it requires reservations…”

“Wow.”

Hua Cancan was annoyed, “You make billions a day, and you can’t afford 100,000 afternoon tea?”

Bian Yingning gave the tablet back, “It’s not worth it for the person I’m with.”

Hua Cancan wanted to throw her lemon water.

There wasn’t anything appealing on the menu.

Hua Cancan ordered a set menu, and they looked out the window.

“What are you doing with the southern land?” Hua Cancan asked after sipping her coffee.

Bian Yingning washed her hands, “Building a city.”

Hua Cancan raised an eyebrow.

She hadn’t expected Bian Yingning to acquire the land so quietly and take over almost half of the Bian family’s business.

The most shocking was the Nangong family’s demise.

She vaguely remembered something.

Then she heard that Nangong Jin had offended the Bian and Duanmu families, was suppressed by the Duanmu family, and the Bian family took over the Nangong Group.

There was no more Nangong family in H City.

Bian Yingning now managed all of Nangong’s assets and might become H City’s top businesswoman.

From socialite to CEO, H City was reshuffled.

“How did the Nangong family offend you? I don’t remember,” Hua Cancan said, confused.

Bian Yingning wiped her hands and picked up her coffee.

“It’s normal you don’t remember. When have you ever cared about my affairs?”

Hua Cancan paused, looking at her.

Bian Yingning held her coffee, her lips wet. Her eyes were distant, her expression melancholic.

“Bullshit!” Hua Cancan was furious, her chest heaving, “Are you saying I don’t care about you, so I don’t know your affairs?”

She hadn’t mentioned her suspicion that Bian Yingning had secrets, secretly becoming rich without telling her!

Bian Yingning glanced at her, implying, “See? You know it yourself.”

Hua Cancan gritted her teeth, “You’ve changed. You’re more sophisticated now.”

More scheming!

“You’ve changed, dog.”

She felt like a powder keg.

“Yes, I’m successful.”

Bian Yingning smiled slyly.

Hua Cancan was startled.

Then she returned to her languid demeanor, “They say funny girls don’t have love. I’ll be a deep, wronged woman.”

“We might be wronged. This VIP seat is expensive but has nothing else. The menu is the same as everyone else’s!”

As Bian Yingning finished, two girls at the next table exclaimed,

“Right? That beautiful sister said this was delicious, and I couldn’t resist her smile. Damn it!”

“Waaaaah, I read the reviews. Apparently, what we order is linked to the waiter’s performance. She was so sweet; I thought I found love.”

…

Their voices weren’t loud, but the “wronged woman” comment caught Bian Yingning and Hua Cancan’s attention.

“What’s good about being a deep, wronged woman?” Hua Cancan scoffed.

Before Bian Yingning could respond, a waiter brought their pastries, “Here’s your order.”

The voice was familiar.

“This set costs 66,666, but the minimum spend is 100,000. Do you want to order more…”

Bian Yingning and Hua Cancan looked at the waiter—Ji Xiaoxue, wearing a transparent mask and beret. Seeing them, she paused, “…”

“Heh,” Hua Cancan smirked, “What a coincidence.”

She remembered Bian Yingning and Ji Xiaoxue’s “connection,” but she hadn’t formally greeted Ji Xiaoxue as Bian Yingning’s friend.

“Sen…Senior?”

Ji Xiaoxue had recently taken an online English tutoring job. Later, she learned the client was the café manager.

The manager, seeing her honesty, English skills, and appearance, and knowing her financial difficulties, offered her a part-time job.

Except for lower commission, the treatment was good. She liked working in this clean café.

But she didn’t expect to see familiar faces.

“Hmm,” Bian Yingning responded, looking at the pastries.

Three tiers of pastries, about seven or eight small pieces.

“Get the tablet. We’ll order more,” Bian Yingning said calmly, showing no surprise at seeing Ji Xiaoxue.

Ji Xiaoxue nervously gave her the tablet and Hua Cancan one.

Hua Cancan waved her hand, refusing.

“This… this… this… and this… everything on this page,” Bian Yingning ordered quickly, returning the tablet.

Ji Xiaoxue: “…”

My senior is a big spender?

“Are you sure? You might not finish it all,” Ji Xiaoxue said, seeing the pastries and two 4-inch cakes costing over 300,000 each.

“Can’t we afford it?” Hua Cancan asked sarcastically.

“No, no,” Ji Xiaoxue shook her head, “I… just thought you might not finish it.”

“We’ll take it home. Order it,” Bian Yingning said decisively.

“Okay, please wait…” Ji Xiaoxue remembered her job, “Enjoy your meal.”

“This isn’t being wronged. That table is… they ordered a whole page. I’m impressed!”

“Maybe that sister’s charm is too strong. Who wouldn’t help her performance?”

“Hahahaha… Waaaaah, I feel so sad.”

…

Bian Yingning: “…”

Did they think she couldn’t hear them?

“Wow.”

Hua Cancan mimicked Bian Yingning’s tone.

Bian Yingning calmly drank her coffee; the cups were on warming mats.

“Maybe this is being wronged,” Hua Cancan sighed, then said sweetly, “I wish someone would do this for me.”

“Come work here tomorrow; I’ll spend 300,000 here daily.”

“Heh, one cake costs 30,000 outside, but here, only 300,000?”

…

“I’ll take those two 300,000 cakes home.”

“To feed the dog?”

Bian Yingning: “…Whatever.”

Damn it, but it hurts.

She was helping the poor female supporting character. Resource allocation.

Bian Yingning ate a fancy pastry, “Price gouging.”

It wasn’t as good as the 20 yuan dishes at her restaurant.

“It’s good. Sweet but not too sweet,” Hua Cancan said.

Bian Yingning looked around, “Can we buy this café?”

Hua Cancan: “…”

Her friend was hopeless; she only thought about money. Even afternoon tea made her want to buy the place.

“Wow… it’s snowing!”

They looked outside. Snowflakes were falling.

“It’s really snowing!”

Hua Cancan excitedly took photos.

Bian Yingning took several photos for her.

Hua Cancan admired her photos; Bian Yingning looked outside.

Snowflakes danced in the air; people ran out to catch the snow.

The first snow of winter had a cleansing effect.

Some things, only she needed to remember. Carrying too much is tiring.

Ignorance is bliss.

Looking out the window, Bian Yingning saw herself looking through the small window into the ward.

A pale person woke up; her mother and brother were around her, showing concern. She looked dazed but clear-eyed, without sadness or heaviness.

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