Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 116

They played around for a while longer, finally ending the night’s activities with Shang Qinghui’s legs trembling and Bian Yingning’s hands shaking.

Lying on Bian Yingning’s bright green bed, smelling her faint, cool scent, with Bian Yingning’s warm arm around her waist, and Bian Yingning’s face buried in her shoulder, her even breathing occasionally brushing against her skin.

At first, she felt a little itchy, but gradually, she found this state very comforting. Even though her body was exhausted and she could have fallen asleep instantly, she suddenly woke up.

The feeling of being held in her arms… Shang Qinghui pondered for a long time, searching for the perfect words to describe it, but couldn’t find any.

She only knew it was comfortable, so comfortable that she wanted time to stop at this moment.

This was the first time she had been so close to someone, yet it felt so natural, as if she didn’t need to think, without any worries, just letting herself go.

Actually, it was quite strange. She wasn’t someone who easily became close to others, but with Bian Yingning, she felt… she was worth it.

Shang Qinghui touched the hand on her waist, holding it in her palm and squeezing it gently.

Then, the person who should have been asleep squeezed her hand back. She slid her fingers between Shang Qinghui’s, firmly interlocking them.

Pulling her closer, a hazy, muffled voice came from behind, “Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

She’s worth nothing.

Thinking this, Shang Qinghui gradually fell asleep.

She seemed to have a dream.

The dream wasn’t scary, just strange.

It was a similar room, pure white and light green; she saw herself entering, taking off her shoes. A flower-shaped cushion was by the window; a figure sat by the bed.

“Do you want…”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll give you the hug you want.”

The hazy conversation ended; Shang Qinghui saw herself walking over. She sat on the bed, hugging the person tightly. They didn’t do anything, but her anxious heart settled.

A comforting hug lasted a long time.

The dream was so real that she felt the other person’s heartbeat, breathing, and warmth. It felt like it wasn’t a dream.

When Shang Qinghui opened her eyes, she saw Bian Yingning’s face. She was squatting by the bed, her face level with Shang Qinghui’s, looking at her lovingly… while brushing her teeth, with white foam on her mouth. Seeing Shang Qinghui wake up, she excitedly said a lot of things.

Shang Qinghui: “…”

She rolled over, pulling her blanket tighter. After a while, Bian Yingning, having washed up, half-lay on top of her. Cool, soft lips, like jelly, pressed against her cheek, “Sleepyhead, waken up now?”

“What time is it?” Shang Qinghui asked, eyes closed.

“It’s past 8; almost 9.”

“Go away.”

She didn’t have to work; she could sleep in.

Bian Yingning bit her cheek, “Heh, woman, you want me to go after you’re satisfied?”

Shang Qinghui was too sleepy to argue.

Before leaving, Bian Yingning said, “Sleep well; I’ll send someone to take you home later; I have a meeting.”

After the door closed, Shang Qinghui opened her eyes. The curtains were drawn; a small nightlight cast a soft glow. She sat up, looking around. It was just like her dream.

She touched her chest; the feeling of anxiety and the joy of getting what she wanted were so real that she couldn’t distinguish between reality and the dream.

Shang Qinghui lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling. Finally, she got out of bed. A thick coat was on the chair; she put it on.

It smelled like Bian Yingning.

She went to the closet, then the study. The layout was clear. She didn’t touch anything; she sat down, leaning back, looking at the crystal trophy on the bookshelf.

It was beautiful and eye-catching… and strangely familiar. She thought of her dream.

If it was just a trophy, as Bian Yingning said, why did she freeze when she saw Shang Qinghui holding it? Why did she have this feeling?

It was as if she had seen these things and experienced these events before. But when she tried to remember, she couldn’t.

Was it her hippocampus playing tricks, or something more unbelievable?

This world was so strange. This feeling started… after she woke up in the hospital.

Bian Yingning. A familiar name.

She put aside the unanswered questions; her current life was more important.

…

Before the holiday, Shang Qinghui and Wang Yu went to Paris to buy new clothes for the New Year. Shang Qinghui hadn’t wanted to go; she had a new way to pass the time—reading at Bian Yingning’s office.

She would wake up naturally, dress up beautifully, and take a lunchbox to Bian Yingning’s office. Sometimes it was lunch, sometimes afternoon tea, sometimes fruit salad, and a book.

She would stay all day and didn’t want to go home at night.

But…

Shang Qinghui looked at her closet; if she went to Bian Yingning’s every day, she had to dress up every day; that meant her clothes would be worn out.

So, they went to Paris.

The night before, Bian Yingning rubbed against her, “Are you really going? For how long? Wait for me; I’ll go with you. I have things to do at work.”

“You’ll be on holiday then,”

Shang Qinghui said emotionlessly.

Bian Yingning bit her chest. Shang Qinghui kicked her, “I didn’t ask you to come; I’m going with my friends; you do your thing.”

“But I want to go to such a romantic place with you,” Bian Yingning said aggrievedly.

“Next time,” Shang Qinghui patted her head.

Paris was a few degrees warmer than H City, but the difference was negligible. Besides Wang Yu, Shang Qinghui brought four or five bodyguards. They swept through the stores, attracting attention.

They were approached by two tall French women while shopping for lingerie. They spoke fluent Chinese.

Shang Qinghui wasn’t interested; she considered herself chaste. She sat on a sofa, drinking coffee, watching Wang Yu excitedly talk to them. After a while, Wang Yu sat next to Shang Qinghui, showing her her phone.

“Look, their WeChat!”

Shang Qinghui leaned over, “They have WeChat?”

“Yes, it’s popular.”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

Wang Yu explained, “They’re models; they endorse this lingerie brand; they’ve been to China. They wanted to be friends; they gave me their WeChat; they said they’ll contact me when new lingerie is released.”

Shang Qinghui put down her coffee, watching Wang Yu. She checked their profile pictures before sending friend requests. They accepted immediately. Wang Yu opened the chat:

“I’ve accepted your friend request; let’s chat.”

Shang Qinghui remembered adding Bian Yingning; she smiled. Wang Yu excitedly showed her their Moments: new styles, not yet in stores.

“Add them; they said they’ll give us tickets to their fashion shows,” Wang Yu urged, gesturing for the women to come over. One woman showed her phone, “Should I scan yours, or should you scan mine?”

Shang Qinghui decided to add them; it might be a good excuse to date Bian Yingning. Thinking of going to a lingerie show together… Shang Qinghui bit her lip, “You scan mine.”

She showed her QR code. A friend request came; she accepted; a message appeared: “You’ve added Lyli; let’s chat.”

Shang Qinghui put away her phone; she was about to drink coffee when she remembered something; she opened Lyli’s profile.

Wang Yu was looking at clothes; she pulled Shang Qinghui, noticing her pale face. She sat back down, ignoring the women and sales staff, asking cautiously, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Shang Qinghui’s smile vanished; she looked distraught.

“When someone adds you using a QR code, there should be a verification request, right?”

Wang Yu frowned, “Unless you allow anyone to add you directly, there should be a verification.”

“What’s wrong?”

It was after adding Lyli that Shang Qinghui acted strangely; Wang Yu looked at Lyli, suspecting a conflict. It was strange. When Wang Yu added someone, she got a message. When someone added Shang Qinghui, she got a system message.

She remembered not receiving a verification message from Bian Yingning. The message should appear when someone accepts a request.

She had always felt that the world was strange… Perhaps it wasn’t the world. It was something related to Bian Yingning.

“Is there a way to see when and how we added each other?” Shang Qinghui asked.

Wang Yu thought, “You can check your chat history; there will be dates. If there’s no date, you weren’t friends then.”

Shang Qinghui’s grip on her phone tightened; she felt breathless. She opened her WeChat; the chat with Bian Yingning showed a picture she had sent; Bian Yingning hadn’t replied.

She checked the chat history; the dates… The recent dates were black; the older ones were light. This meant they were friends but didn’t chat during that period.

She scrolled down, month after month. She and Bian Yingning had added each other a long time ago. It stopped at the time she got a new phone. She checked the source: “Added via WeChat ID search.”

They had added each other a long time ago; Bian Yingning knew; she pretended not to.

And she didn’t know why Bian Yingning pretended not to know.

Seeing Shang Qinghui’s state, Wang Yu stopped shopping. On the way back to the hotel, Shang Qinghui stared out the window. Wang Yu was worried but didn’t ask. The car hit a pothole; Shang Qinghui snapped out of it.

She asked, “Did you know Bian Yingning before?”

Wang Yu thought, “Not really, but this circle is small; I’ve heard of her.”

“What about me and her?”

“No,” Wang Yu said firmly.

Shang Qinghui rubbed her head, “Why? The circle is small; our mothers are close…”

Yes, the circle was small; their families were close; but in her memory, she didn’t know Bian Yingning. Never. Even if she didn’t know her, she should have heard of her; but her memory said she hadn’t.

Wang Yu also found it strange, “My memory says you never knew each other…”

“Oh, you know your nickname at Haicheng, right?” Wang Yu remembered.

“Nickname?”

“Yes, you and Bian Yingning are called the ‘Haicheng’s Queens.’ Since your admission was announced, students paired you two.”

H City wasn’t large; Shang Qinghui’s past and methods were known. They were from the same high school; when Shang Qinghui was accepted into Haicheng, the forums buzzed.

They became the most untouchable figures at Haicheng. But at the start of the semester, they were different.

“Haicheng’s Queens?” Shang Qinghui chuckled, looking out the window,

“So cheesy.”

…

They had been in Paris for three days; they had shopped and eaten; they weren’t in a hurry; Wang Yu asked Shang Qinghui to rest before dinner; she went for a spa. Shang Qinghui nodded; as soon as she entered the hotel, her eyes were drawn to the side.

A woman in a black coat, her collar up, a belt cinching her waist, a felt hat covering most of her face. Her jawline was perfect; her red lips were alluring but not cold.

She held a bouquet of white and pink gypsophila, touching the flowers gently. She seemed to be waiting for someone.

Shang Qinghui approached. The woman looked up; her face was revealed; seeing Shang Qinghui, she smiled, hugging her, kissing her without hesitation. Shang Qinghui tasted chocolate.

“Missed me?” she whispered.

Shang Qinghui looked at the flowers. The gypsophila was white; the pink ones were roses.

“Yes,” Shang Qinghui looked into Bian Yingning’s eyes, “I missed you very much.”

Bian Yingning was startled, then smiled, hugging her tighter, “I knew you missed me; that’s why I came; surprised?”

Back in the room, Shang Qinghui was pressed against the door; she was glad they hadn’t booked a suite.

“It feels like we haven’t seen each other for years,” Bian Yingning murmured, kissing her neck.

Shang Qinghui pushed her away, putting the flowers on the table. Bian Yingning, who had finally caught up, leaned against the door, watching Shang Qinghui walk away.

“What’s wrong! Didn’t you miss me too?!”

Why so cold?

Bian Yingning locked the door, ready to confront Shang Qinghui. But Shang Qinghui approached, taking off her hat, pressing her against the door, unbuckling her belt. She pinched her chin, smudging her lipstick.

Bian Yingning froze. Her coat was removed; a cold hand touched her sweater. She shivered. Shang Qinghui kissed her neck and ears.

She whispered, “Bian Yingning, the lipstick is mine; the coat is mine; the hat is mine… what does that mean?”

Bian Yingning bit her lip, suppressing the itch,

“It means… I’m your kept woman?”

“It means you’re mine.”

No matter what you’re hiding, you’re mine.

—What she saw was only from her perspective, and she was waiting for the truth.