Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 104

“Do you think this mask suits me?” Bian Yingning asked, returning to Hua Cancan’s side.

Hua Cancan, who had been observing silently, fell silent.

“Mm?” Bian Yingning asked again, using a nasal tone.

Hua Cancan opened her mouth, “I…”

Tactically, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “I remember I already commented when you took it out.”

What had she said? She had said, “Did you go hunting?”

Bian Yingning was speechless.

“Aren’t you going to dance?”

“I don’t have any beautiful women inviting me,” Hua Cancan said sarcastically, having been ignored for a while.

Bian Yingning touched the tusks on her mask, like someone stroking a prized beard, “Am I a beautiful woman?”

Hua Cancan looked her up and down, “You? No way. The mask is too ugly; it scares me.”

Despite her words, she honestly extended her hand.

Bian Yingning scolded her for her lack of taste, but resignedly let her take her hand.

…

“Are those Hua Cancan and Bian Yingning?” Wang Yu said to Shang Qinghui in a corner of the ballroom.

A circle of people surrounded them, including Meng Weixin.

At some point, the dance wasn’t just for couples; friends were dancing together.

Hearing Wang Yu, Meng Weixin followed their gaze, focusing on the two dancing in the center. It was strange; there were many people, yet she instantly recognized them.

“What kind of mask is Bian Yingning wearing? It’s so funny,” Meng Weixin said, laughing uncontrollably, “It’s hideous.”

The others smiled awkwardly; Wang Yu just scoffed.

In H City now, who would dare to secretly mock Bian Yingning? Everyone wanted to befriend her.

Only Shang Qinghui pouted slightly, “It’s really ugly.”

Hearing someone agree, especially Shang Qinghui, Meng Weixin became more interested, leaning closer, “I wonder, is it a matter of taste, or is she trying to show off?”

Shang Qinghui looked at the woman in the silver dress, her black hair cascading down her shoulders, secretly gritting her teeth.

She had seen Bian Yingning as soon as she entered.

She knew this was Bian Yingning’s second dance with another woman.

Impressive.

She hadn’t expected Bian Yingning to actually wear the mask she sent; she had intended to humiliate her, and the note was meant to show off.

But… Meng Weixin’s mockery wasn’t what she wanted; it made her uncomfortable.

The mask was her choice; Meng Weixin said Bian Yingning had bad taste and wanted to show off—wasn’t that indirectly criticizing her?

No wonder she wanted to curse.

“It’s actually pretty cool. Everyone’s masks are similar, but hers is unique,” someone said suddenly.

Meng Weixin’s face darkened; she turned to find the speaker.

Shang Qinghui subtly raised the corner of her mouth.

“Shall we go dance?” Someone invited them; Wang Yu refused and asked Shang Qinghui.

“You go ahead.” She had her own plan.

“Okay.” Wang Yu, her longtime friend, instantly recognized her mischievous intent and didn’t bother her, wisely going off to enjoy herself.

…

As the ball progressed, the donations began. Everyone received a check-shaped card to fill in their donation amount and name.

The music gradually ended; the dancers stopped; the lights brightened, illuminating everyone.

Bian Yingning shielded her eyes from the sudden brightness. The emcee from the charity organization was already on stage, giving a standard opening speech.

The highlight was announcing the top ten donors—a moment for individuals and families to gain attention. The more you donated, the more face you had, and the more it showed your power; this event was like a year-end review.

…

“Fourth place, the Wang family, Miss Wang Yu! Thank you for donating five million to support our charity!”

The audience applauded; Wang Yu nodded to those around her.

“Third place, the Hua family, Miss Hua Cancan! Eight million! Thank you for your generous support!”

Hua Cancan leaned against Bian Yingning, seemingly unfazed by the announcement.

“How much did you donate?” Hua Cancan asked.

“Thirty million,” Bian Yingning replied, standing straight despite Hua Cancan leaning on her.

Since Hua Jiangrong left the Hua family, Hua Cancan had become increasingly unruly, completely disregarding her image outside; she did whatever she wanted. Look at the people here; none of them were as carefree as she was.

“Heh, you’re probably first this year.”

“Second place! Second place!” The emcee tried to hype up the atmosphere, but their over-enthusiasm gave off a sales pitch vibe.

Bian Yingning ignored Hua Cancan, saying, “We won’t see this emcee next year.”

“Second place, Miss Shang Qinghui! Ten million!”

Bian Yingning looked for Shang Qinghui. There were many people in masks; she didn’t know what mask Shang Qinghui was wearing and didn’t bother looking closely.

“Finally, I’m pleased to announce the first place donor is… Miss Bian Yingning, with thirty million…”

Unsurprisingly, since the Bian family had become the top family in H City, everyone assumed they would be first in everything.

The Shang family would struggle to catch up, even in thirty years.

“Qinghui, I remember it used to be your family in first place,” Meng Weixin said softly beside Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui looked across the crowd at Bian Yingning, who was close to Hua Cancan, muttering, “Shameless.”

So close, with so many people around.

“What?” Meng Weixin didn’t hear her.

Shang Qinghui reacted, looking at her, “Your memory is good.”

Meng Weixin smiled wryly, “I know you’re probably upset, but I heard the Bian family only recently rose to prominence; the problem must be Bian Yingning…”

Shang Qinghui looked at Meng Weixin suspiciously. She felt something was off about her.

This strengthened her suspicion.

“Is your family… trying to return?” The Meng family had been developing overseas; now Meng Weixin was back, trying to cause trouble between her and the Bian family; her intentions were clear.

Meng Weixin’s eyes flickered with nervousness, “Ah? Qinghui, what do you mean?”

Shang Qinghui sneered inwardly but didn’t expose her, “Are you trying to tell me I can’t compare to Bian Yingning?”

“Of course not…” Meng Weixin was about to say something else when the emcee invited Bian Yingning to the stage to speak. Shang Qinghui ignored her and looked at the stage.

Bian Yingning walked gracefully to the stage. The lights shone on her; her dress was dazzling. The boar mask, once laughable, now looked intimidating. Her voice was soft, yet not gentle. She tapped the microphone, “I didn’t expect this… I didn’t prepare a speech…”

The emcee laughed; some respected elders also came up.

“Thank you for supporting the Bian family. As you know, I’m currently overseeing the southern project. If you’re interested in moving in after completion, contact our project department…

Those who contact us early will get a 50% discount. I keep my word.”

Everyone coveted the Bian family’s project; they expected the Bian family to keep it to themselves, requiring a high price for anyone wanting to move in.

Unexpectedly, Bian Yingning offered a discount, like sharing a large cake she had bought.

“I hope everyone profits while supporting charity.”

Her voice reached every corner of the ballroom; Shang Qinghui felt the lights were too bright, Bian Yingning’s dress too dazzling, making her seem to glow.

The lights dimmed; Shang Qinghui blinked, still feeling that Bian Yingning was shining.

The ball officially entered its peak; everyone began dancing or chatting.

Hua Cancan took a call, “I’m leaving; something came up.”

Since Hua Cancan was leaving, Bian Yingning saw no reason to stay and also planned to leave. As she turned, a woman in a deep purple dress with a slit and a black cat mask stood behind her, having been watching her for some time.

“You go first,” Bian Yingning said to Hua Cancan.

Hua Cancan shrugged and left.

Bian Yingning had never seen Shang Qinghui like this. The mysterious purple, the exposed shoulders, the sexy yet rebellious cat mask, the slightly curled hair falling gently over her shoulders…

“Looking for me?” Bian Yingning spoke first.

She couldn’t find Shang Qinghui in the crowd before, but now that she was standing in front of her, she recognized her instantly.

Shang Qinghui walked towards her; the music played softly; as she moved, the slit in her dress revealed her long, slender legs.

Bian Yingning could only see her. She stopped a few steps away, her lips curved into a slight smile. The dim light obscured her lip color, adding to her allure. She bent slightly, putting one hand behind her back, twirling the other before extending it, “Miss Bian, may I have this dance?”

Bian Yingning was momentarily stunned, then chuckled softly, placing her hand in Shang Qinghui’s delicate palm, meeting her mischievous almond eyes. She heard herself say, “My pleasure.”

They moved onto the dance floor; their palms touched, their skin brushing against each other; a strange feeling arose.

Shang Qinghui’s hand was cold.

Cold? Bian Yingning thought, unconsciously tightening her grip.

Unbeknownst to her, this action made Shang Qinghui tremble; she felt Bian Yingning’s grip on her heart.

Damn it, she’s taking advantage of me!

Shang Qinghui gritted her teeth, trying her best to keep from pulling away.

She had been thinking about how to approach Bian Yingning; seeing her readily dance with so many people, she had an idea.

No way. She couldn’t believe Bian Yingning thought she wanted to reconcile and dance sincerely.

She didn’t remember Bian Yingning’s earlier sarcasm, but she certainly did.

Looking at Shang Qinghui’s cat mask, Bian Yingning complimented, “That mask looks good on you.” It changed her style but didn’t look out of place.

“Really? I think yours… looks good too.”

“Mm, you sent it,” Bian Yingning replied softly.

Perhaps her voice was too low, alluringly so, that Shang Qinghui’s steps faltered, and she accidentally stepped on Bian Yingning’s foot.

Bian Yingning’s expression changed slightly; she said softly, “…What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed?”

Shang Qinghui had indeed intended to step on Bian Yingning as revenge, but to be fair, that first step had been accidental.

Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed?

Shang Qinghui, pretending to be casual, stepped on Bian Yingning’s foot again and again.

“Oops, I accidentally stepped on you. So sorry~” Shang Qinghui said sweetly, her eyes full of triumphant defiance, completely contradicting her words.

She wasn’t stepping on her with her heel, and she wasn’t putting her full weight on it, so it wasn’t painful.

Bian Yingning looked at her with a hint of indulgence and helplessness, not getting angry.

She suddenly remembered. When she was still doing missions, she had danced with Shang Qinghui to complete a task.

She had no memory then; she couldn’t dance and kept stepping on Bian Yingning. Her face had turned green back then.

Now, Shang Qinghui was wearing a mask, but even without seeing her face, she knew it wasn’t green. After all, she was the one being stepped on.

Karma is a bitch.

Under Bian Yingning’s increasingly intense gaze, Shang Qinghui couldn’t continue.

Damn it, this woman was a flirt; even though we didn’t get along, she still flirted with me!

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like when Bian Yingning danced with other women!

Thinking this, images of Bian Yingning dancing with others suddenly flooded her mind—their bodies close, their clothes brushing against each other…

She really couldn’t continue; her chest felt tight. Even the idea of stepping on Bian Yingning to make her suffer felt pointless.

“I’m done,” They hadn’t moved to the center of the dance floor, only staying at the edge.

Shang Qinghui said, pulling away and turning to leave.

Bian Yingning, who had endured a dozen physical attacks: “???”

Wasn’t she the one being stepped on?

Was this some kind of karmic retribution?

Why was she the one stepping on Bian Yingning and the one getting angry? This wasn’t fair.

Couldn’t she get some revenge?

In the restroom, Shang Qinghui washed her hands; the cold water sobered her up. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hands resting on the edge of the sink. She felt a tightness in her chest, making her feel restless.

“What are you angry about?” Bian Yingning appeared at the restroom entrance.

Shang Qinghui looked at her through the mirror, her dark eyes intense.