Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 92

After a series of examinations, the doctors said Shang Qinghui was fine and recovering well, and would be discharged soon.

This delighted Ouyang Fei and the others. These prominent figures repeatedly bowed and thanked the doctors, their faces filled with emotion.

This frightened the doctors, who quickly declined, “No need to thank us. This is our job… Miss Shang is blessed…”

The family celebrated her recovery, but Shang Qinghui, sitting half-upright in bed, looked dazed.

She felt like she’d forgotten something; her head was foggy, her heart empty.

According to Ouyang Fei, they didn’t know exactly what happened. Shang Qinghui was apparently kidnapped by Nangong Jin, whose family had fallen and who was despondent and suicidal. He loved Shang Qinghui and wanted to die with her.

They were found washed ashore on the rocks. Nangong Jin was beyond saving, but Shang Qinghui, after an hour of resuscitation, was miraculously saved.

“That awful man! I never knew he was so vicious!” Ouyang Fei angrily cursed.

Shang Qinghui listened attentively.

Shang Qingfeng stopped her, “Mom, he’s dead, and the Nangong family is gone. Qinghui is fine. Don’t mention it; she might have trauma.”

Ouyang Fei agreed, sighing, and stroking Shang Qinghui’s head, “Thank goodness Qinghui is okay.”

“The Nangong family… is gone?” Shang Qinghui was confused. She’d slept, and one of the four major families… was gone?

“The Nangong family had offended the Duanmu family and was already in trouble. Then the Bian and Hua families joined forces, and the Nangong assets were absorbed by the Bian family,” Shang Qingfeng explained.

“The Bian family?” Shang Qinghui, though not interested in business, knew the basics.

“Wasn’t the Bian family mainly in hospitality?” she murmured, thinking she’d misremembered.

“Most of the Bian family’s business was managed by Bian Jiageng, but now some has been given to Bian Yingning. The Nangong assets… are hers now,”

Ouyang Fei said this, glancing at Shang Qingfeng.

“Qingfeng needs to work harder. You were the most outstanding, but Bian Yingning has quietly achieved great things and is now a frequent guest on financial news.”

“Mom, I know,” Shang Qingfeng replied helplessly. Mothers love comparing their children.

They talked more about this, not noticing Shang Qinghui’s silence after hearing “Bian Yingning.”

Bian Yingning…

A familiar name, as if she’d said it countless times, but she didn’t remember any interaction with her, not even her face.

Strange.

She touched her slightly dry lips.

…

The snow fell heavier, seemingly unending.

Inside, it was warm and comfortable. Watching the snow, Hua Cancan grew sleepy, “I’m full. Let’s go. I want to go home and sleep.”

She yawned.

Bian Yingning yawned too, then said, “Don’t yawn in front of me.”

Hua Cancan, preparing to leave: “???”

The waiter who had taken their order came to settle the bill.

Bian Yingning checked the tablet, saw the waiter’s name, and frowned, “This bill is under your name?”

If she remembered correctly, this waiter hadn’t appeared since taking their initial order. Ji Xiaoxue had handled everything else.

And she’d ordered more to boost Ji Xiaoxue’s performance. The performance wasn’t for him.

The waiter stiffened, not daring to speak.

He admitted he’d been ignoring them after seeing how little they’d ordered initially. He’d called Ji Xiaoxue over, but they’d ordered so much more.

He hadn’t expected Bian Yingning to notice.

Ji Xiaoxue came out with a cake Bian Yingning had asked to be packed, seeing her senior’s unhappy expression. Bian Yingning held the tablet, seemingly thinking.

“Senior, your cake,” Ji Xiaoxue said softly.

Bian Yingning gestured for her to give the cake to Hua Cancan, then dismissed the male waiter, saying to Ji Xiaoxue, “Calculate the bill.”

Ji Xiaoxue understood, not looking at her senior, and expertly calculated the bill.

Bian Yingning paid without looking closely, confirming Ji Xiaoxue’s name was on it.

The other waiter also looked—his name was on it too. The café sometimes changed waiters, so the bill was assigned based on who took the order.

He didn’t say anything and went to serve other customers.

Bian Yingning didn’t want to hear him. Gathering her things, she raised an eyebrow at Hua Cancan, “Not leaving?”

Hua Cancan stood up, “Let’s go. It’s cold; we need to cuddle.”

Ji Xiaoxue’s face paled; she looked at Bian Yingning, who showed no reaction, seemingly going home to cuddle with Hua Cancan.

Were they that close?

She wondered.

At the door, Bian Yingning said to Ji Xiaoxue, “You don’t need to work so hard.”

Ji Xiaoxue stared at her, “I’m not tired.”

She didn’t dare look into her eyes.

Bian Yingning didn’t push it; two million wasn’t much to her, but it was a fortune for Ji Xiaoxue.

She could live well without working to repay her.

Bian Yingning lightly brushed dust off her shoulder, “If you have any problems, you can always find me.”

Ji Xiaoxue nodded, “Thank you, Senior.”

She had learned to be content.

…

Bian Yingning reached Hua Cancan’s car, seeing her leaning against a lamppost, snow falling on her hair. She was idly tapping her foot on the snow-covered ground.

Hearing footsteps, Hua Cancan looked up, “Finished fishing?”

Bian Yingning told her to go.

As Bian Yingning went to her car, Hua Cancan said, “You’ve changed. You’re driving yourself now.”

Bian Yingning didn’t respond, “Can Can, people change.”

Hua Cancan sat in her car, the expensive cake on the passenger seat.

Bian Yingning’s words echoed in her mind.

As long as they didn’t drift apart, it didn’t matter how she changed.

Socialite or CEO, she was still her.

Bian Yingning stopped beside Hua Cancan’s car, lowering her window, “Come to my place? My blankets are warm.”

Hua Cancan smiled, “Why don’t you say your cat does backflips?”

Bian Yingning pondered, “I’ll get a cat tomorrow.”

After Bian Yingning left, Hua Cancan called someone.

Looking at the cake, “Hey, I bought an expensive cake. Want some?”

She remembered her retort to Bian Yingning,

“To feed the dog?”

“Heh…” She laughed.

The other person was silent for a while, then said something. Hua Cancan laughed, “What do you mean?”

…

After waking up from her coma, Shang Qinghui could only eat liquid food and played with her phone.

Ouyang Fei and the others had taken good care of her; now that she was awake, she asked them to rest.

She had many unread messages.

She replied to her close friends.

It was a big task, but she had OCD and couldn’t stand unread messages.

As she replied, she received more messages.

Shang Qinghui frowned, checking the replies.

She clicked on a group chat.

It seemed unfamiliar.

It was a small group chat with her friends, discussing restaurants, new items, and places to avoid.

It was unusually active, with hundreds of messages.

Shang Qinghui wanted to leave but saw a name and clicked back in.

A friend had posted a photo of her afternoon tea, saying the snow scene was beautiful.

Another friend noticed two people in the corner of the photo.

The conversation shifted from afternoon tea to gossip:

“Are those Bian Yingning and Hua Cancan?”

“Wow, they are. Good eyes!”

“I didn’t notice.”

“Bian Yingning is amazing. My mom asked if I wanted to change my name to Chen Yingning.”

“I’m impressed. She’s so amazing. She makes me look stupid!”

“I thought she was just pretentious. Now… I want to be in her circle.”

“Circle? Gossip? Spill the tea.”

“I heard… Qinghui? She’s flirting with everyone.”

Shang Qinghui was startled.

Her? She didn’t remember saying…

Or interacting with Bian Yingning?

She only knew her identity; they hadn’t interacted.

“Yes!” A friend in the café screamed, “I saw her. A male waiter took her order, but she ignored him. Then a female waiter came, and she ordered a lot!”

“Wow?”

“Yes, she talked to the female waiter. A male waiter came to take payment, but she ignored him!”

“A female CEO’s tactic?”

“The female waiter took the payment; she sent them out.”

“Wasn’t Hua Cancan there?”

…

…

“!!!”

A friend sighed enviously, “Impressive. We’re all in our twenties, but she’s so successful.”

“Look at these photos, my friend just took.”

Several photos and a short video were posted. Shang Qinghui clicked on it.

Two women sat at a table with a great view.

A waitress in uniform leaned close to a woman in a black and white fleece jacket, talking.