Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 124

January 6, 20×2, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 21 degrees Celsius.

Back to work after the holiday.

The director has returned to her usual stern self, as if the big sister who bought me ice cream that day was just a character in my dream.

I’m so busy today, with meetings and more meetings. I’m so tired from writing articles.

I wonder if the director is tired too.

…

January 9, 20×2, Weather: Cloudy, Temperature: 19 degrees Celsius.

The director’s secretary took a day off today, so the director went to make coffee herself at noon.

How can I let the director make coffee herself!

When I saw it, I quickly followed her to the tea room, wanting to say that she could call me if she needed anything.

She did have a “need.”

She had a question that needed to be answered.

She asked me whose the bag of elderly milk in the corner was, and if the former director had forgotten to take it.

I didn’t dare to say anything.

Because I wasn’t sure if she would be angry if she knew that I had bought it for her.

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January 16, 20×2, Weather: Cloudy turning to heavy rain, Temperature: 16 degrees Celsius.

The heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally started in the afternoon, and the sky became dark. I knew my chance had come.

I waited for the director to get off work with my car keys in hand.

Sure enough, the director came out with a large umbrella as soon as it was time to leave.

I volunteered to say that I could drive her back, and the director seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then politely refused me, and showed me her car keys.

Before leaving, she turned back and told me to be careful on the way home, and not to rush because the road was slippery in the rain.

The director is so considerate.

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March 23, 20×2, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 24 degrees Celsius.

In the blink of an eye, I’ve been working at the embassy for three months. When I went to the director to do the quarterly report in the morning, I suddenly noticed that the cactus I had prepared for her was gone from her desk.

I don’t remember what I said after that.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had actually asked the director where the cactus had gone while I was giving the report.

The director was silent for a moment, and looked at the trash can. I looked over too.

My cute and round cactus was lying quietly inside, taking up the entire trash can.

I don’t know why, but I was very sad.

The director hesitated to speak when I left with the trash can after finishing the report.

I saw it, but I didn’t know what to say. I was too sad.

She didn’t like my cactus? The cactus can prevent radiation, is pleasing to the eye, and is easy to care for. Why didn’t she like it? Was it because I had arranged it?

What she didn’t like wasn’t the cactus, she clearly didn’t like me.

…

March 28, 20×2, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 21 degrees Celsius.

I’m not angry anymore. The director bought afternoon tea for everyone today. Everyone else only had two egg tarts, but I had four. She must be apologizing to me!

…

July 8, 20×2, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 30 degrees Celsius.

The director said that she had a friend coming here, and she might take a few days off. She wouldn’t come to work unless there was an emergency.

Because my work is related to her, she suggested that I could also take a few days off to relax.

Friends? What friends? Male or female?

I’m so curious, but I don’t dare to ask.

…

July 13, 20×2, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 31 degrees Celsius.

It’s too boring not to work, so I decided to go to the beach to pick up some shells to color and play with.

But I didn’t expect to see the director.

She was walking along the beach with a woman, and the evening glow made them look like a painting.

As soon as I saw her, I immediately shrank back, and almost buried myself in the sand.

She shouldn’t have seen me.

I didn’t continue picking up shells, but followed them.

They later entered a foreign-owned hotel, and I waited at the door until 11:00 PM, but she didn’t come out.

…

July 14, 20×2, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 32 degrees Celsius.

I didn’t sleep all night, so I’m a little sleepy, but I still got up early to wander around the hotel.

I didn’t see the director, but I saw the woman who was walking with the director yesterday.  She pulled another woman aside and they went to buy ice cream!

That’s not all, though—they even kissed while they were eating it!

I’m so angry, the director has clearly been cheated on.

I quickly took out my phone to take pictures.

Then I forgot to turn off the sound and the flash.

I was discovered and chased for three blocks, and I even lost my shoes.

But I shook them off because I was familiar with this place.

I just anonymously sent the photos to the director.

I won’t allow the director to be cheated on!

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July 15, 20×2, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 32 degrees Celsius.

I’m sorry, the director found me. Those two are a couple, and the director is just their friend. They own the hotel.

I had lunch with them at the hotel, and I learned that the woman who looks very mature is called Bian Yingning, and the woman who looks very cute is called Shang Qinghui.

By the way, the food at their hotel is very delicious, so I decided to go there more often in the future.

In the afternoon, I took them to the beach and the meadow to take pictures.

Wedding photos.

The photos are so beautiful, the two of them are very beautiful and well-matched.

The wedding dresses are also very beautiful.

But I saw the look in the director’s eyes when she was watching them take pictures.

I can’t explain it.

I secretly saved a photo of them and photoshopped my face and the director’s face onto it.

Actually… it’s quite beautiful too.

Why do I have the director’s photos?

Of course, it’s because I take them usually.

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October 1, 20×2, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 26 degrees Celsius.

I heard that today is the National Day of the director’s country. The people in the embassy went to a party together, and the director got drunk. I drove her home.

I secretly kissed her.

Just like I imagined.

Very kissable.

I want to kiss her again.

…

December 19, 20×2, Weather: Cloudy, Temperature: 16 degrees Celsius.

I kissed the director again, happy.

…

September 21, 20×3, Weather: Sunny, Temperature: 28 degrees Celsius.

I was recalled to the News Department, and I won’t be going to the embassy anymore.

Even though it’s only two blocks away, I feel like it’s across many oceans.

I miss the director.

I wonder if the director will miss me.

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November 30, 20×4, Weather: Light rain, Temperature: 15 degrees Celsius.

The director’s term is over, and she’s going back to her country.

I never thought that she would have to go back.

…

March 1, 20×5, Weather: Heavy rain, Temperature: 19 degrees Celsius.

I’ve got my visa, I’m going to find the director.

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When departing for Leny, Duanmu Zhengjie went through many farewells.

Handover, oath, farewell, inspection, customs clearance…

Duanmu Zhengjie still felt a tightness in her heart after getting on the plane.

She attributed this to the sorrow of leaving home.

Leny is located in the depths of the ocean and has a spring-like climate all year round.

As soon as she got off the plane, Duanmu Zhengjie was shocked by the warmth of Leny.

Heaven knows, H City was still snowing heavily at this time.

Leny’s fanfare was very grand, making her feel like a high-ranking official was coming.

The socializing didn’t end until late at night.

They arranged a small reporter for her.

Although she was called a small reporter, she was actually like a personal assistant. She didn’t know if this girl named Gami would have any complaints.

She couldn’t stay in the News Department and was arranged to do these trivial things by her side.

When she was driving her back to the director’s residence, the girl was peeking at her while waiting for the traffic lights.

Her eyes were too fiery, and it was hard for Duanmu Zhengjie not to notice.

However, she just glanced back at her, and she directly rear-ended her.

Duanmu Zhengjie: “…”

She probably knew why the other party had been arranged to come to her side.

She must have been unable to stay in the News Department.

The next day, Duanmu Zhengjie officially took office.

The affairs were very simple, and it was simply a waste of her talent.

It’s just that there was such a big cactus on the desk for some reason, and she was afraid of being pricked by it every day.

She had arranged to buy a car here early on, not daring to buy anything too expensive, but it wasn’t shabby either.

Leny’s land area wasn’t large, and it was relatively peaceful, so she didn’t have to worry too much about her personal safety.

To be honest, it was good to retire here.

The sea and the sky were on the same line, and the small flowers covered the mountains on the stone walls of the shore.

White, yellow, and pink, they bloomed beautifully.

On the coast cliff, there were also many red and white windmills, which was a very pleasant sight.

She began to slowly accept this place.

There was a kind of magic here that made her want to be a slacker.

But her little reporter seemed to be too passionate about her work. How could one person write a dozen articles for her a day, and there were even more at night?

By the way, this little reporter called Gami was a little strange.

Every time Duanmu Zhengjie got off work, she liked to stare at her.

It made her afraid to leave work right away.

During her first small holiday here, Duanmu Zhengjie was looking forward to it.

Not many people knew her here, and she didn’t have to keep up her guard like she did in her country.

She took out her casual little dress and began to learn about this country aimlessly.

Duanmu Zhengjie suspected that her little reporter didn’t have any days off, and even cared about her when she was on vacation.

However, she shouldn’t refuse a tour guide who offered herself.

But soon, Duanmu Zhengjie regretted her decision.

She forgot that this little reporter was a scatterbrain.

It was fine that she came to find her on a motorcycle, but why did she perform hitting a lamppost in front of her?

What kind of …? She would never ride in it.

To be fair, the ice cream here was still good.

The little reporter got a bunny cookie.

Duanmu Zhengjie thought about the bunny.

Did the owner have a problem with his eyes? The little reporter wasn’t suitable for a bunny cookie. Couldn’t he make cookies in the shape of huskies or something?

Duanmu Zhengjie liked Leny more and more.

She only needed to hold meetings every day and urge the people below to get their work done. It was simple.

It’s just that the little reporter was still a little strange.

Whose was that bag of elderly milk in the tea room?

Duanmu Zhengjie thought it was the former director’s.

But when she asked the little reporter, she kept silent.

It was originally a very simple matter, and she didn’t have any other intentions, but Gami’s actions made Duanmu Zhengjie feel that something was wrong. Could there be something fishy?

Could it be that the former director was corrupt? Was she buying things for herself under the guise of public funds? Was she embezzling public funds?

That’s why the little reporter was silent?

She had to investigate.

Also, Duanmu Zhengjie really wanted to suggest that her little reporter not drive herself unless necessary.

If she didn’t think about herself, she had to think about the safety of others.

However, she didn’t say anything in the end. She was too lazy to meddle in other people’s business.

When Duanmu Zhengjie was pricked by the cactus for the hundredth time, she couldn’t help it and threw the thing in the trash.

Perhaps, she shouldn’t have thrown it away?

Did the cactus have some special meaning in Leny? Why did the little reporter look at her with such a complicated look when she saw her throw the cactus away?

It made Duanmu Zhengjie feel uncomfortable for the first time.

Especially when Gami left with the trash can, she really wanted to ask if she could leave the trash can for her.

She searched online, but couldn’t find the meaning of the cactus, so she forgot about it.

When Bian Yingning came to inspect the chain stores here, Duanmu Zhengjie suddenly found that she was very calm when she saw her again.

So calm that she didn’t even remember why she had been sad because she had rejected her.

She not only came here to inspect, but also to take wedding photos with Shang Qinghui.

Bian Yingning wanted to give Shang Qinghui a surprise, so Duanmu Zhengjie took the opportunity to discuss and arrange everything with her while walking with Bian Yingning.

The Bian family deserved to be the number one family, and the hotel was indeed well done.

Her director’s residence wasn’t bad either, but she still stayed at the hotel for one night.

However, she didn’t expect that the next day, while Duanmu Zhengjie was preparing the things that Bian Yingning needed for the wedding photos, she suddenly received a message from Bian Yingning saying that they had been secretly photographed kissing in the street.

Duanmu Zhengjie didn’t understand why someone would secretly photograph them.

Thinking about it, it must be because they thought the two of them were pleasing to the eye and couldn’t help but take a picture.

Duanmu Zhengjie told them not to be nervous, and she would have someone check the surveillance to see if they could find the person.

Unexpectedly, the person didn’t need to be found, and the other party sent themselves to her door.

At the same time, she also sent her an invisible green hat.

After a little investigation, Duanmu Zhengjie found out who the other party was.

She didn’t know why, but when these things happened to the little reporter, she actually felt that… it wasn’t surprising, and it could even be said to be very normal?

After Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui returned to their country, Duanmu Zhengjie’s life returned to its usual routine.

If it wasn’t for that kiss that fell on her lips that night, she would have thought that life was a stagnant pool.

She didn’t fall asleep, and she realized it almost as soon as Gami leaned over.

But she didn’t open her eyes, and even tacitly allowed her kiss to fall.

Her little reporter… had different thoughts about her?

Duanmu Zhengjie wanted to find a chance to explain it to the other party.

But the next day, her little reporter was the same as usual, as if nothing had happened.

So she didn’t mention it again, only thinking that it was a girl’s momentary curiosity.

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Perhaps she should have mentioned it at that time.

The girl’s curiosity was more intense than she imagined.