Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 119

April 10th, 20X2. Weather: Thunderstorm.

Today marks the third day Bian Yingning has slept on a mat outside Shang Qinghui’s room.

She still longs to enter the room, to get into bed, but she doesn’t dare without her lover’s permission. She’s heartbroken, sad, and cold.

The warmth and fragrance beyond the door are a tempting yet forbidden space, and the thought of it makes her even sadder.

Rain patters against the window, punctuated by the occasional rumble of distant thunder. It’s the weekend, so there’s no need to rush to school. And since Shang Qinghui is still giving her the silent treatment, Bian Yingning hasn’t gone to the company; nothing is more important than her lover.

They’re cohabiting.

The surprise Bian Yingning mentioned on their 100th-day anniversary was to show Shang Qinghui her apartment near the school. She sometimes napped there during school; it’s beautifully decorated, and she’s secretly added some personal touches to make it warm and comfortable.

It’s not that their homes aren’t nice, but both families live in villa districts, wasting a lot of time commuting. And… well, home isn’t always convenient.

Bian Yingning has always wanted to move out and live with Shang Qinghui. But currently, while they appear to be cohabiting, they’re not really.

They’re fighting.

About what?

It’s a long story; essentially, it’s about who loves whom more.

Yes, even that’s a point of contention.

One is questioning why the other erased her memories; the other says, seeing her after her memory returned, she doesn’t want her to live with guilt and the past. One understands the other’s good intentions but is still annoyed.

They bickered for days; then Bian Yingning said:

“I’m afraid to gamble, afraid to bet that you like me for who I am, not out of guilt.”

Shang Qinghui replied, “What are you thinking? There are many ways to repay someone. If I didn’t like you, why would I pretend to repay you?”

“It’s not because of your kindness, but because I like you.”

Bian Yingning was satisfied; she wanted to spend intimate time with Shang Qinghui. But Shang Qinghui wouldn’t let her off that easily.

Her slender finger pressed against Bian Yingning’s forehead, preventing her from getting closer, “But what about you? You even wished we’d never met.”

“Have you considered that our reunion might be the result of my desperate prayers?”

Bian Yingning fell silent.

Now, Shang Qinghui is giving Bian Yingning the silent treatment; Bian Yingning is trying to get her attention, almost begging her.

The restaurant fire started in the kitchen. A newly installed gas pipe had a leak; the chefs often used high heat; one chef accidentally used too much oil, causing a small fire. Usually, it wouldn’t be a problem, but the new pipe wasn’t properly installed; the gas leaked and ignited, causing an explosion and fire.

Bian Yingning should have been in the kitchen cooking for Shang Qinghui, but a conflict broke out in the dining area; she went to check and escaped the fire.

The fire broke out in her family’s restaurant; Bian Yingning immediately focused on evacuating people and fighting the fire; she didn’t have time to contact her mother, causing them worry.

“Ding-dong—”

The doorbell rang. Bian Yingning quickly gathered her bedding and put it in the spare room. Shang Qinghui didn’t let Bian Yingning sleep in her room; she could have slept in the guest room, but she chose to sleep outside Shang Qinghui’s door.

Her lover didn’t let her into the room, but she stayed and didn’t go home; this meant she loved her!

Her lover was just angry and needed to be coaxed!

She believed that with enough effort, she could… sleep in the room!

But… the act shouldn’t be seen by others.

After quickly hiding the evidence of her being banished from the room, Bian Yingning walked coldly to the entrance.

Who would ring the doorbell at 9 am?

She looked through the peephole; it was a delivery person. But she hadn’t ordered anything.

It was a small, delicate pink box.

It was from her lover.

Annoying; even the box was cute.

She didn’t know what was inside; only the recipient’s information was on it. Bian Yingning signed for it; it was light. She wanted to open it but resisted.

It was still raining; it was dark and cold. At this time, in this weather, she should be in bed with her lover.

Sigh.

Bian Yingning comforted herself and went to prepare breakfast. Shang Qinghui woke up just as Bian Yingning finished preparing breakfast. She went to the kitchen, couldn’t find her cup, and turned around to see Bian Yingning handing her a cup of warm water.

“My love is awake; drink some water.”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

She took the water; Bian Yingning said, “Breakfast is ready; what do you want to eat?”

Before Shang Qinghui could speak, Bian Yingning continued, “Whatever you want, I have it!”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

Was she talking to her?

After drinking the water, Shang Qinghui sat at the table. As Bian Yingning said, there was everything—sweet, savory, sugar-free… porridge, noodles, bread, sandwiches. The portions were small.

Shang Qinghui ate; Bian Yingning sat opposite her.

“Oh, there’s a delivery for you,” Bian Yingning said, bringing the pink box.

“What is it? Should I open it?”

Shang Qinghui, looking at her phone, said, “Open it.”

Bian Yingning opened it; she was startled. There was no information on the delivery slip. It was a discreet delivery.

“Gulp…” Bian Yingning swallowed.

It was… adult items.

Finger cots—ribbed, textured, beaded… Bian Yingning trembled; she saw small toys and a “garment”—a few ribbons.

Bian Yingning couldn’t look anymore; she closed the box, blushing; she felt like an ant on a hot stove.

Why did her lover buy these? Was Bian Yingning going to use them on her? She liked to lie down and enjoy herself.

These were for her…

Bian Yingning’s nose almost bled.

Was her lover going to do something intense to strengthen their relationship?

It was embarrassing.

Bian Yingning became restless, her heart racing; she looked at Shang Qinghui, waiting for her to say something. Shang Qinghui looked up, frowning, seemingly wondering why Bian Yingning was staring at her.

Bian Yingning, feeling guilty, whispered, “Where… where should I put this…”

“My room,” Shang Qinghui said calmly, looking at her phone.

Bian Yingning, pursing her lips, ran to the room. It was their room.

After she left, Shang Qinghui looked up, smiling. The curtains were open, but it was cloudy; the room was dim. The bed was still unmade; Bian Yingning felt the atmosphere was different.

The rose scent softened her heart; she wanted to hug her lover and bury themselves in the soft blanket.

Bian Yingning wanted to put the box on the nightstand; then she thought it was too obvious. She put it under the bed; then she thought it would be hard to get.

Finally, she put it on the nightstand. Seeing the pink box, Bian Yingning covered her face; her heart fluttered.

Her lover was getting naughty.

After breakfast, Shang Qinghui, under Bian Yingning’s expectant gaze, sat by the window, turned on a lamp… and read.

Bian Yingning was stunned. She had put the new toys on the nightstand; she still had time to read?!

What was so interesting?

Bian Yingning felt restless; she scratched her chest. They hadn’t done anything for days.

At noon, the rain stopped; only the wind remained.

Shang Qinghui looked out the window, seemingly to herself, “If only we could eat roasted sweet potatoes in this weather.”

Bian Yingning: “!”

This was a clear hint! She changed her clothes and went out.

Roasted sweet potatoes were rare at this time of year; she found some at a milk tea shop.

Returning home, she found it quiet. Shang Qinghui was gone from the window; the lamp was off; her book was on the sofa.

Bian Yingning held the sweet potatoes, calling out.

No answer. She rushed to the bedroom. She kicked open the door.

The curtains were drawn; a warm-colored lamp was on; it was dim. On the bed, her lover was sitting. Her long hair fell on her collarbone; two ribbons with white feathers were across her chest, barely covering her breasts.

Long, straight legs were eye-catching; one leg was bent; a white feather was hidden. A pink, sparkling jewel was on her abdomen.

Her eyes were alluring.

A thud.

Bian Yingning’s sweet potatoes fell to the ground.

Bian Yingning moved. As she was about to approach, Shang Qinghui said coldly, “Stop.”

Bian Yingning paused. She had a premonition. Shang Qinghui, in a seductive voice, said coldly, “Stay there; don’t move. If you dare to come…”

The unspoken threat hung in the air.

Bian Yingning: “…”

If she was guilty, heaven would punish her, not make her feel like this.

Shang Qinghui tossed her hair; she moved the ribbons, revealing her breasts. The feathers shifted; a bit of skin was exposed.

Bian Yingning’s hands trembled. Who could bear to see this? Shang Qinghui was even more excessive. She touched, rubbed, and pressed, playing with herself, looking at Bian Yingning. She knew Bian Yingning wanted to help but enjoyed her helplessness.

She smiled seductively.

Bian Yingning couldn’t stand it. She wanted to go over and scold her. But she didn’t dare. She was seeking forgiveness; if she did that, Shang Qinghui might leave. She had to think long-term.

Shang Qinghui noticed her distraction. She took out a small bag, put it to her lips, and bit it open.

“Ah… so cold.”

She moaned seductively; lubricant dripped onto her. Bian Yingning trembled; she pinched her legs; Shang Qinghui was tormenting her; the pain was self-inflicted.

Shang Qinghui slowly took something out of the bag and put it on. Bian Yingning went crazy.

When Shang Qinghui reached for her… Bian Yingning moved. As Shang Qinghui’s smile appeared… Bian Yingning turned and ran out.

Bang.

The door slammed shut.

“…”

“???”

“Bian Yingning!

Get in here!”

Three seconds later, Bian Yingning returned with a cream cake. She approached the bed, biting her lip, smiling,

“I heard cream and cherries go well together.”

Yes, I wouldn’t sleep outside tonight.

—

On Shang Qinghui’s graduation day, Bian Yingning, with dozens of black cards and gifts, went to the Shang residence.

“We both had an obsession, a life-long grudge. Now, it’s gone.”