Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 117

The person in her arms, satisfied and exhausted, had fallen asleep. Bian Yingning, propping her head up, gazed softly at Shang Qinghui’s sleeping face.

Her slightly flushed, tender face, her slightly pursed lips in sleep… all softened Bian Yingning’s heart.

It felt like a pot of millet porridge simmering on the stove, the water boiling, bubbling with warmth and aroma.

She gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind Shang Qinghui’s ear; this simple touch almost brought Bian Yingning to tears.

She had rushed to finish everything to be here with her.

These few days felt like a long time, so long that she couldn’t bear it any longer; she needed to see her, kiss her, hold her.

Her hurried actions hadn’t gone unnoticed by her family. When she had finished everything, ready to go to the airport with her ticket and passport, Bian’s mother arrived. Since she rarely came to the company, Bian Yingning was startled.

Bian’s mother didn’t speak; she sat on the sofa in Bian Yingning’s office. Bian Yingning sensed something; checking the time, she could delay a little longer. She put down her things and sat next to her mother.

She boiled water and made tea. The tea leaves unfurled in the boiling water, releasing their aroma. Bian’s mother watched her, slowly speaking, “Are you going to Paris?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Do you have to go?”

Bian Yingning paused, then continued, handing her mother a cup of tea, “I have to go.”

She knew her actions hadn’t escaped her parents’ notice, but she wasn’t trying to hide anything. Her parents knew her better than she did herself.

Allowing someone to freely enter her company, office, and home, spending almost every day together… they understood what it meant.

Bian’s mother sighed; her straight back slumped. She picked up the tea, blew on it, took a sip, and leaned back.

“Before coming, your father and I sat for a long time; we had so many questions and things to say, but in the end, we could only tell you one thing: be smart.”

Be smart in everything you do.

“Also, don’t worry about the Shang family.” Bian’s mother knew Ouyang Fei well; her daughter was a prized catch in Ouyang Fei’s eyes.

No, her daughter was a prized catch.

After a long pause, Bian Yingning hummed, adding, “Thank you, Mom.”

Their daughter was grown up and had her own ideas; Bian’s father and mother knew Bian Yingning was stronger than they imagined. If they tried to stop her, it would be futile. They loved her, so they loved Shang Qinghui too.

Bian Yingning returned to Shang Qinghui, kissing her forehead. Her little one was acting strangely today.

Was she angry because Bian Yingning hadn’t replied to her messages on the plane, or had she missed her so much that she had turned dark?

In the evening, Wang Yu, refreshed after her spa, knocked on Shang Qinghui’s door to invite her to dinner. After knocking for a while, she was about to knock harder when the door opened, but it wasn’t Shang Qinghui.

Wang Yu apologized, thinking she had gone to the wrong room; she was about to leave when she saw the person inside.

“Bian Yingning?”

She checked the room number; she hadn’t made a mistake. Shang Qinghui had just mentioned her; now she was in Shang Qinghui’s room, and…

Wang Yu looked down at Bian Yingning’s bathrobe.

“What’s wrong? She’s still sleeping,” Bian Yingning asked, her voice hoarse.

Wang Yu: “…” She was still sleeping? Could I assume that they..?

“No… it’s… dinner time.”

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow. We’ll order room service for now.”

Wang Yu: “…” So, she could save dinner for tomorrow?

“Okay.” Muttering under her breath, Wang Yu turned to leave when Bian Yingning called her back.

“Wait…”

In the hotel café, Wang Yu and Bian Yingning sat opposite each other. The soft piano music made the coffee taste better. People here could go without water, but not coffee. Wang Yu wondered why Bian Yingning had called her.

Bian Yingning didn’t speak immediately; she watched the French pianist, her fingers tapping on the table in time with the music. Unlike Bian Yingning’s calmness, Wang Yu felt nervous; she took several deep breaths, opening and closing her mouth, but saying nothing.

“What do you want to ask?”

Bian Yingning spoke first.

Wang Yu finally spoke, “What’s your relationship with Qinghui?”

“She’s my treasure.”

Wang Yu wanted to leave. No wonder Shang Qinghui had asked about Bian Yingning; she had acted strangely after adding Lyli; perhaps…

“What’s your relationship with Lyli?!” Wang Yu asked, slamming the table.

That must be it! Shang Qinghui added Lyli; then she saw Bian Yingning in Lyli’s Moments; they were lovers; she found out she was cheated on and was distraught…

Wang Yu thought this was very likely.

Bian Yingning: “?”

“Whose Lyli?”

They stared at each other; Wang Yu told Bian Yingning everything that happened at the lingerie store, including Shang Qinghui’s questions about WeChat details.

After listening, Bian Yingning was quiet. After a while, she got up, “Put it on my tab.”

Wang Yu stared at her, “You didn’t cheat?”

Bian Yingning: “…” Her friend had the same brain circuit as her.

Bian Yingning left without looking back. In the elevator, she looked at her reflection. Shang Qinghui must have noticed something; she didn’t ask; Bian Yingning didn’t know how to explain.

Back in the room, Shang Qinghui poked her head out from under the blanket, perhaps awakened by the door. Bian Yingning washed her hands and pinched Shang Qinghui’s face, “Hungry?”

“Mm-hmm…” Shang Qinghui hugged her neck, her chin on her shoulder, “Very hungry.”

“I ordered dinner; steak, foie gras… anything else?”

“This is enough.”

“Okay.”

“Where were you?”

After hugging, Shang Qinghui started questioning. Her anxiety had lessened.

The confusion, unease, and suspicion were fading.

Bian Yingning kissed her cheek, “Wang Yu came for dinner; I went out for coffee with her.”

Shang Qinghui seemed to understand. They must have talked about her strange behavior.

Shang Qinghui sat up, holding her blanket; several hickeys were visible on her neck.

She stared at Bian Yingning.

“Ask.”

The bed wasn’t high; there was a carpet; Bian Yingning sat on the floor, looking up at her.

“We… we… did we know each other before?” Shang Qinghui asked hesitantly. It was the only explanation.

Bian Yingning didn’t hide it; she nodded.

She spoke slowly, as if telling someone else’s story.

“Our story… goes back to a past life; I liked you, but you hated me. I couldn’t say anything; I could only watch you silently.”

Shang Qinghui’s expression changed. Was she writing a script?

Bian Yingning continued, “Then you liked someone else; they didn’t like you; you tried to force them, but you lost, and then…”

“Stop, stop, stop,” Shang Qinghui interrupted,

“Why didn’t you say we were childhood sweethearts, liked each other for years, but your mother didn’t allow us to be together, saying that if I was with you, my family would be ruined?

After being forced to break up with you, I was heartbroken and tried to kill myself. I was saved but lost my memories of you; you pretended we never knew each other to let us go?”

Bian Yingning touched her chin, “That’s a good story too.”

Shang Qinghui rolled her eyes.

She believed in science! Past lives were nonsense.

If she had lost her memory, it wouldn’t be like that—did she look stupid?

She was trying to trick her.

She would find out herself.

…

After the New Year, the snow melted; spring arrived; flowers bloomed. Purple Bauhinia trees lined the streets of H City; the city was bathed in purple. Haida University reopened.

Some finance and hotel management classes were in the same building, which was convenient for Bian Yingning.

If her class was later than Shang Qinghui’s, she would arrive early to find Shang Qinghui with breakfast or snacks. If Shang Qinghui’s class wasn’t over, she would wait; if it was a large class, she would openly go into the classroom.

Soon, Haicheng University buzzed.

Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui were dating!

“Look, Bian Yingning is here!”

“Wow, breakfast and now milk tea?”

“I suggest we drown those who show off their love like this!”

“Yes! In the same cage!

It’s too much!”

During a break, Bian Yingning entered with two cups of milk tea, ignoring the comments, sitting next to Shang Qinghui. Shang Qinghui was in a large class; Bian Yingning’s presence wasn’t noticeable.

Shang Qinghui took a cup and gave one to Wang Yu. They sat in the corner. But the classroom didn’t have a back door; Bian Yingning had to enter through the front.

Even with her hat down, she was recognized; people kept looking at them.

“Why only two cups?” Shang Qinghui asked.

Bian Yingning, acting mysterious, “I don’t drink this stuff.”

Shang Qinghui: “Funny. You love milk tea.”

She paused. How did she know Bian Yingning loved milk tea?

She had never seen her drink it.

Bian Yingning didn’t notice; she said softly, “Don’t ask; I forgot about Wang Yu.”

So, she only bought two; she could just say she didn’t like it anymore.

Shang Qinghui smiled.

“Pathetic.”

She took a sip, then gave it to Bian Yingning, “It’s bad.”

Bian Yingning happily took a big sip, “It’s delicious.”

The break ended; the teacher asked questions; Ji Xiaoxue was called.

Bian Yingning saw her back; she hadn’t contacted her in a while.

“Take care of her,” she said to Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui, who had been half-listening, narrowed her eyes, looking at Ji Xiaoxue’s back, “What’s your relationship with her?”

Bian Yingning said confidently, “Just a junior; I hope she does well.”

Shang Qinghui sneered, “Aren’t I a junior?”

Bian Yingning teased, “Your jealous?”

Shang Qinghui glared at her.

“You’re different; she’s a junior; you’re…” Bian Yingning whispered, “My little sister.”

Shang Qinghui gritted her teeth, but her ears reddened.

“Remember to call me sister tonight.”

Shang Qinghui pinched her thigh. Bian Yingning winced but didn’t make a sound; she was used to it.

During the second break, Bian Yingning was struggling to get the pearls in her milk tea.

She put down the cup, “Annoying. I just want pearls.”

Shang Qinghui took the cup, took a sip, and pinched Bian Yingning’s chin, kissing her. Bian Yingning’s eyes widened; she felt the pearls between her lips; the milky scent lingered.

It was public, but they were in a corner. It was embarrassing.

After Shang Qinghui pulled away, Bian Yingning blushed, chewing the pearls.

That was the right way to eat pearls!

She hadn’t noticed Shang Qinghui looking at Ji Xiaoxue, who quickly looked away.

“More!”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

The joy of asserting dominance was short-lived; the “hungry” cub wanted more.