Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 115

At 6:30 am, Ouyang Fei knocked on Shang Qinghui’s door. Shang Qinghui, wrapped in her blanket, didn’t open the door until much later.

Her eyes were closed; she looked sleepy and exhausted, as if she hadn’t slept all night.

Ouyang Fei frowned immediately, “What were you doing last night? Did you stay up all night?”

Something must have struck a nerve with Shang Qinghui; she suddenly sat up straight, no longer slumped against the doorframe, “Don’t talk nonsense. Look what time it is; it’s not even light out yet.”

It was still dark outside.

Ouyang Fei ignored her excuse, “You weren’t this tired in previous years. Weren’t you at Bian Yingning’s last night? What did you do? What time did you go to sleep?”

Shang Qinghui became uncomfortable, shrinking back into her blanket, “Nothing. We just played on our phones, then I came back to sleep.”

That’s a lie.

They played more than just games on their phones.

This country bumpkin, acting like she’d never seen a navel piercing before. Annoying.

Her ears burned.

Ouyang Fei was about to say something else when the door next door creaked open, and Bian Yingning, dressed and refreshed, walked out. Seeing them, she smiled brightly, “Good morning, Auntie!”

Then, looking at the still-sleepy Shang Qinghui, “Good morning, Huihui.”

Shang Qinghui’s fists clenched. Huihui? She’s not much older than me!

And, does this person’s time move slower? They all slept only three or four hours; why does she look like she slept for ten years?

“Good morning, Ningning,” Ouyang Fei replied quickly, “You’re amazing, waking up so early. Your mother is still washing up.”

Bian Yingning nodded, her eyes still on Shang Qinghui, “What’s wrong? Huihui hasn’t woken up yet? Is the bed uncomfortable?”

She deliberately drawled “Huihui,” successfully making Shang Qinghui angry.

“Exactly. I don’t know what she was doing last night. Look at Ningning, then at you. Hurry up and get ready; we have morning prayers.”

Ouyang Fei was dissatisfied with her daughter. Other people’s children are always better.

Shang Qinghui was too angry to speak; she slammed the door shut and went to wash up.

Ouyang Fei was almost driven mad; she smiled awkwardly at Bian Yingning, “Look at her; she’s angry.”

Bian Yingning acted composed, “She’s probably just grumpy from waking up early. This place isn’t like home; it’s normal to not sleep well. I only slept for a few hours last night.”

“Auntie, why don’t you go to prayers with my mother? Huihui knows this place; I’ll wait for her and go later.”

Ouyang Fei checked the time; Bian’s mother came out; they left. The Shang family and Bian Jiageng had woken up earlier at 5 am to experience the bell-ringing; they were still out. Only Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui were left.

Shang Qinghui hadn’t locked the door; it was just ajar. Bian Yingning pushed it open and locked it. Her room was similar to hers; it was empty; she must be in the bathroom. Her blanket was on the bed; the brazier was out; the room was cooler.

Bian Yingning sat on the bed, putting a pillow behind her back and pulling the blanket over herself. A gentle breeze carried a faint rose scent. Bian Yingning brought a corner to her nose; it was Shang Qinghui’s scent.

Shang Qinghui came out, seeing Bian Yingning sitting on her bed, smelling her blanket. Her face flushed; she snatched the blanket away.

“What are you doing?!”

Bian Yingning looked innocent, “What did I do?”

Shang Qinghui threw the blanket in the corner. She had washed up and felt better; she put on her hat, preparing to leave. She saw Bian Yingning still sitting on the bed. Seeing her, Bian Yingning looked aggrieved, “You didn’t even let me use the blanket.”

It looked like she had done something terrible.

“That’s not using a blanket?!”

Shang Qinghui gritted her teeth. It was embarrassing.

Bian Yingning pouted, “The blanket smelled nice; is it sprayed with perfume?”

Shang Qinghui’s face showed her disbelief, “It’s my scent.”

“I slept under your blanket last night; why don’t I smell it?”

“I didn’t sleep under your blanket!” Shang Qinghui’s face burned; she didn’t want to think about last night; she went to open the door.

“Wait, let’s kiss first.”

Shang Qinghui paused; she pushed the bolt back in, turning around.

“Annoying.”

She knelt on the bed, leaning over, pressing Bian Yingning’s head down, biting her lip.

It hurt.

Bian Yingning hummed, not resisting; she put her arms around her waist, letting Shang Qinghui bite her lip; she teased Shang Qinghui’s lips with her tongue. It was like a snail extending its tentacles.

The warmth was amplified in the cold winter; their breaths intertwined; they felt warm. The anger seemed to lose its meaning.

After a night of practice, they were more skilled. A simple kiss became passionate. Shang Qinghui felt weak; her knees gave way; she fell into Bian Yingning’s arms.

Her hands, which had been holding Bian Yingning’s head, were now around her neck. Bian Yingning held her head and waist, preventing her from escaping.

She didn’t want to escape.

They had just washed up; the toothpaste was minty; the fresh scent lingered as their lips met.

The sound of their kisses filled the room, enveloping them in their own world.

After a while, Shang Qinghui pulled away, her hot breath on Bian Yingning’s face.

She gasped, “Stop… we have prayers…”

Bian Yingning took a deep breath, her heart pounding; she was reluctant but knew she was right. She pressed Shang Qinghui into her arms, biting her cheek, releasing her pent-up desire.

“Oof…”

Shang Qinghui trembled; she gasped. Bian Yingning rubbed her head, reluctant to let go, “What to do? I don’t want to go.”

Who would want to leave a lover to listen to monks chant?

Shang Qinghui pinched her waist.

“Hiss——”

“Shang Qinghui!”

“Mm?”

“You have no heart!”

…

They still went to prayers. During the break, Bian’s mother saw them in a corner. They were both bundled up, only their eyes and noses visible. They were talking closely.

“They get along well.”

Ouyang Fei saw them and smiled. Bian’s mother smiled. She didn’t remember her daughter being close to the Shang family; why were they so close now?

Thinking of Bian Yingning’s recent actions, giving projects to the Shang family… perhaps her daughter was hiding something?

Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui added each other on WeChat. Shang Qinghui realized they weren’t friends yet; she showed her QR code.

Bian Yingning scanned it; the system showed they were already friends. The chat was empty, but they were friends. Her heart skipped a beat; she hid her phone.

Shang Qinghui waited, “Added?”

“Wait.” Bian Yingning cursed the system’s bug, quickly sending a message to Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui’s phone vibrated:

[Annoying Ghost]: “I’ve accepted your friend request; let’s chat.”

Shang Qinghui felt something was off.

“Annoying Ghost? Why that name?”

Bian Yingning quickly changed her name.

“Just… a random name.” Bian Yingning didn’t know what she was afraid of, but she was trembling.

Shang Qinghui opened her profile; she deleted “Annoying Ghost” and added it back.

It suited her.

…

After three days and two nights at the temple, Bian Yingning was busy. It was almost the end of the year; she had been away for a few days; she had many projects and year-end summaries to do; she didn’t have time for a relationship.

Shang Qinghui was free; she shopped with her friends, studied, and looked for activities. Soon, she was bored. She quickly learned her courses; she even learned Lenian.

She heard that the Bian family had a hotel in Lenny, and she was bored. She had shopped in H City; she had bought things for herself, her family, and even the Bian family.

At 11 pm, Bian Yingning returned home, tired; Zhuo Yi was smiling faintly.

Bian Yingning asked, “Zhuo Yi, is your face twitching?”

Zhuo Yi: “…”

Bian Yingning saw shopping bags and Shang Qinghui chatting with her mother. Shang Qinghui, whom she had been thinking about.

“You’re back,” Bian’s mother asked calmly.

Bian Yingning felt energized, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Bian’s mother glared at her, “Waiting for you. You only work.”

Bian Yingning: “…” If she didn’t work, she was lazy; if she did, she only worked.

Bian’s mother continued, “Ouyang Fei is better; she has such a filial daughter. It’s a pity she’s also ambitious. If only we were mother and daughter.”

Bian’s mother looked at Shang Qinghui kindly. Shang Qinghui was obedient, “It’s okay; we can hang out; I’m bored.”

Bian Yingning sat on the sofa, eating a cherry, “Why sigh? Let her call you Mom.”

Bian’s mother looked at Shang Qinghui, scolding, “What? You don’t want me as your mother?”

Shang Qinghui trembled.

They talked for a while; Bian Yingning looked at the shopping bags. There were clothes, food, and accessories.

She asked Shang Qinghui, “For me?”

Shang Qinghui shook her head, “Not just you.”

Bian’s mother smiled, “Huihui is so thoughtful.”

“When I was shopping, I saw something suitable for you, so I wanted to bring you something.” Shang Qinghui’s face turned slightly red, and she perfectly displayed the image of a shy and well-behaved girl.

Bian Yingning wanted to bite her cheek.

After a while, Bian Yingning said, “Stay tonight. Give me my things; let me see what you bought.”

Zhuo Yi asked, “Should I prepare the guest room?”

“No, my bed is big enough,” Bian Yingning said, going upstairs.

Shang Qinghui controlled her expression, “No need; I’ll go home; I have a car.”

Bian’s mother quickly said, “It’s late; it’s not safe; stay here; you can play with Ningning.”

“Okay.”

At midnight, Shang Qinghui entered Bian Yingning’s room. The entire floor was hers. The room had a carpet; it felt soft. Bian Yingning sat on a cushion, opening a shopping bag. Shang Qinghui looked around; the bed was light green; the bed skirt was white; the room was white and green.

She said, “Your room… is so green.”

Bian Yingning didn’t look up, “What’s wrong with green? It’s vibrant; it’s the color of life; and it’s good for your eyes.”

Shang Qinghui was startled. She had heard this before.

“Is the door locked?” Bian Yingning suddenly asked.

Shang Qinghui turned and locked the door; her face burned.

What was she doing?

She had come to Bian Yingning’s house and stayed; she had gone to her room and locked the door…

“Did you shower?” Bian Yingning asked, seeing her standing by the door.

Shang Qinghui: “…” She was a lamb to the slaughter.

Before she could think, she was hugged; she was in the arms she had longed for. Her longing found its home.

She sighed, “You didn’t come to see me at the company.”

Shang Qinghui rested her chin on Bian Yingning’s shoulder, “Who dares to bother you, Ms. Bian?”

“I was afraid the receptionist would say I didn’t have an appointment…”

Hot breath on her ear; Bian Yingning bit her earlobe, “You’re lying; you didn’t want to come; you think you’re filming a drama.”

Shang Qinghui’s body softened.

“Why didn’t you come to me then?” Shang Qinghui said stubbornly.

“I was making money to support my spendthrift wife.”

“You’re the spendthrift!”

Shang Qinghui bit her neck.

Bian Yingning was wearing a sweater; it was convenient for Shang Qinghui.

“Okay, okay, I am.”

Shang Qinghui felt even angrier.

…

They spent a while together; Bian Yingning went to shower, telling Shang Qinghui to play.

“Can I look around?” Shang Qinghui asked.

Bian Yingning picked up their scattered clothes, kissing Shang Qinghui, “You can wear my underwear.”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Shang Qinghui got up, put on a nightgown, and started exploring. The room felt private. It was Bian Yingning’s room; Shang Qinghui felt her heart tremble.

The dressing table; it didn’t have as many cosmetics as hers. A game console; many games. Snacks everywhere. A door to the side; Shang Qinghui opened it. A walk-in closet; it was larger than hers, but there was still space.

She wanted to see what clothes she had and what styles she lacked. There was another door in the closet.

Shang Qinghui chuckled. It was like a movie; a secret room. The door wasn’t locked. She opened it; it was a study.

Two large bookshelves lined the walls; another door was the main entrance; this one was for Bian Yingning’s convenience.

A large desk was in front of the floor-to-ceiling window; the chair was turned away from the desk.

Shang Qinghui imagined Bian Yingning turning to look out the window after finishing work, her gaze deep or tired. She sat down.

Her reflection appeared on the window. Did she think of her after work?

Outside, the garden was beautiful; plum blossoms bloomed; in the distance was the night view of H City. She felt like she had entered Bian Yingning’s world.

From arguing and disliking each other to guessing each other’s feelings and coming to her house because she missed her.

They were together.

Shang Qinghui didn’t look at her documents; she got up to leave. A glint of light caught her eye. She sat back down; on the top shelf of the bookshelf, a crystal trophy sat. It was in a place that would be visible from the desk.

A trophy? Bian Yingning had won awards. She went to get it; it was high; she had to stand on her tiptoes.

It was a crystal trophy of a dancing figure; it said “First Prize.”

First Prize? Was it a dance competition? Did she dance?

“What are you doing here?”

Bian Yingning’s voice startled her; Shang Qinghui turned around. Seeing the trophy, Bian Yingning’s smile faltered.

Shang Qinghui seemed not to notice, teasingly asking, “Is this your trophy?”

Bian Yingning’s smile faded; she said, “No. We sponsored a competition; I liked it, so I kept it.”

Shang Qinghui chuckled, “Oh, I thought it was from your ex-girlfriend.”

She seemed unenthusiastic and wanted to put it back. Bian Yingning approached, her chest against Shang Qinghui’s back; her head rested on her shoulder. She had just showered; she was wearing a thin bathrobe; her curves were visible; she rubbed against Shang Qinghui’s back, her scent lingering.

Shang Qinghui shivered; she almost dropped the trophy. Bian Yingning held the trophy, helping her put it back, “Were you looking for traces of other people?”

“What else? Are you guilty?”

Bian Yingning kissed her cheek, “Yes, I’m scared. Did Sherlock Huihui find anything?”

Shang Qinghui pushed her away, “If you did, you’ll get beaten.”

Bian Yingning clung to her, hugging her waist, “Don’t look. You’re just looking for an excuse to hit me. Let’s go to bed—or do something else.”

“Who wants to?”

Her fingers, however, were on Bian Yingning’s bathrobe.