Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 94

Seeing the cream puffs on the ground, Zhang Zhizhi exclaimed, “My, cream puffs!”

French cream puffs were famously delicious, selling out quickly, yet there were four or five scattered on the ground. No one knew how she got so many.

Bian Yingning remained silent, her eyes distant, mechanically pushing two Napoleon pastries to Zhang Zhizhi, picking up four cream puffs herself, leaving one with Zhang Zhizhi.

Wang Yu examined Shang Qinghui thoroughly, treating her like fragile china.

“I’m fine,” Shang Qinghui reassured her, releasing her arm and looking down at the person kneeling on the ground.

Bian Yingning had just finished picking up the pastries and looked up, preparing to stand.

Their eyes met—one filled with endless darkness, the other with curiosity and inquiry.

She recognizes me?

A thought crossed Shang Qinghui’s mind as she looked into Bian Yingning’s eyes.

Perhaps because of the collision, Shang Qinghui felt a tingling sensation in her chest, her heart racing under Bian Yingning’s gaze.

“Are you okay?” Bian Yingning asked softly, her voice slightly hoarse.

The surrounding crowd politely made way for them.

Shang Qinghui shook her head, her gaze falling on Bian Yingning’s earmuffs.

Wang Yu, initially ready to confront whoever bumped into Shang Qinghui, lowered her hand upon seeing Bian Yingning’s face.

“Bian… Bian Yingning, what a coincidence.”

They were from the same social circle, and both were famous, so they knew each other.

Bian Yingning nodded to Wang Yu, handing Shang Qinghui the cream puffs, “Your cream puffs.”

Shang Qinghui picked them up one by one. When she took the last one from Bian Yingning, their fingertips touched.

The warm touch was fleeting.

Bian Yingning felt her fingertips lightly grazed, her arm tingling.

Apparently, not only are the fingers connected to the heart, but the palm is too.

Bian Yingning retracted her hand, clenching it into a fist and putting it in her pocket.

“Here’s another one,” Zhang Zhizhi reluctantly offered hers.

Wang Yu, seeing Shang Qinghui already had four, took it.

An awkward silence followed.

Bian Yingning bit her lip, “Sorry, I bumped into you.”

“It’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention,” Shang Qinghui replied instinctively.

Wang Yu’s eyes widened.

Shang Qinghui, the little tyrant, was unusually polite. Usually, she would glare at anyone who bumped into her.

Now, she was blaming herself?

Had the near-death experience made her gentler?

Shang Qinghui seemed to notice Wang Yu’s gaze and said nothing, holding her cream puffs and trying to leave.

But Bian Yingning grabbed her sleeve.

A cold, slender hand, with visible veins, gently tugged at her sleeve.

Shang Qinghui trembled.

Her heart fluttered, but her expression remained calm.

She frowned, “Anything else?”

Bian Yingning opened her mouth.

Her actions were faster than her thoughts. Seeing Shang Qinghui trying to leave, she instinctively reached out.

Shang Qinghui’s face was rosy and healthy, full of vitality.

Wasn’t this what she wanted?

“Excuse me, can I exchange a cream puff?” Bian Yingning slowly withdrew her hand, a proud smile on her face, her eyes lingering on Shang Qinghui.

Under Bian Yingning’s intense gaze, Shang Qinghui looked at her cream puffs, then at Zhang Zhizhi’s Napoleon pastries.

She smiled, a smile Bian Yingning found annoying, “No.”

She pushed past Wang Yu and quickly left.

They could be heard saying,

“It’s just mille-feuille. Even a dog knows which one to choose…”

Bian Yingning: “…”

Damn it. She felt insulted.

“No way, someone didn’t get a cream puff?”

Bian Yingning hadn’t misheard; someone was calling her.

Hua Cancan and a stylish woman approached.

The woman wore a bright blue down jacket, black tights, and boots, attracting everyone’s attention. She wore a white baseball cap, her face mostly hidden.

“What are you doing here?” In Bian Yingning’s impression, Hua Cancan wasn’t one to join the crowd.

“I brought a friend,” Hua Cancan threw her handbag to Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning opened it; inside the luxury bag were several French cream puffs.

“Friend?” Ignoring the cream puffs, Bian Yingning narrowed her eyes, looking at Hua Cancan’s companion.

The woman looked up, revealing most of her face. Her lipstick was a dried rose color, slightly dark red, elegant. Her eyes were cat-like but with an aggressive look, appearing innocent yet bold.

Bian Yingning thought she saw a challenging smile.

“You might not remember her. Her name is Meng Weixin… she’s… a French-Chinese?” Hua Cancan hesitated, twirling her hair, skipping the topic.

“She came with the exchange students from France and plans to spend the New Year here.

We knew each other before, but we lost contact. I met her in France recently.”

Bian Yingning finally remembered her. They had been in the same social circle as children; Meng Weixin had emigrated to France.

Remembering their childhood, Bian Yingning’s mind raced, but her expression remained unchanged.

“Hello,” Bian Yingning said casually.

“Hmm,” Meng Weixin glanced at her.

This made Bian Yingning even more interested.

A cold smile appeared on her lips.

So arrogant.

Because of Meng Weixin’s personality, Hua Cancan didn’t notice anything unusual, but Zhang Zhizhi did.

Were they… natural enemies?

They seemed ready to fight.

“Wow, Can Can, how did you get so many cream puffs?” Zhang Zhizhi asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Meng Weixin gave them to me,” Hua Cancan said, “She also studies culinary arts. She made them.”

Bian Yingning threw the bag back to Zhang Zhizhi, “Impressive. She has connections.”

Zhang Zhizhi, holding the bag: “…”

Should she leave?

“Want to explore more? Meng Weixin said they made snails. Let’s try them,” Hua Cancan asked.

It was crowded.

“Go to the restaurant and wait for me. I’ll get them,” Meng Weixin said to Hua Cancan. Her Chinese was slightly accented.

“Okay.” Hua Cancan waved goodbye.

They headed towards the restaurant. Hua Cancan looked around, then at Bian Yingning, who looked unenthusiastic.

She put her arm around Bian Yingning, her head against hers.

“What? You were having fun, but now you’re gloomy?”

Bian Yingning, hands in her pockets, felt Meng Weixin was up to something, but she couldn’t tell Hua Cancan.

She asked, “Are you close to… Meng Weixin?”

Hua Cancan was startled, then giggled, “Jealous?”

Bian Yingning said helplessly, “I’m afraid you’ll be tricked.”

Hua Cancan wanted to strangle her and tried to pinch Bian Yingning’s waist, but Bian Yingning was bundled up.

Bian Yingning dodged; they playfully fought, heading towards the restaurant.

“You’re jealous. Eat more bitter melon to cool down,”

As Hua Cancan spoke, Bian Yingning unexpectedly made eye contact with Shang Qinghui, who was with Wang Yu and two other girls.

They had arrived at the restaurant entrance from the opposite corridor.

The place wasn’t small, but when you noticed someone, you realized how often you bumped into them.

Bian Yingning stopped, saying nothing. Hua Cancan thought she was upset, poking her chest, “Eat papaya. Maybe it’ll help.”

Shang Qinghui’s gaze moved from Bian Yingning to Hua Cancan, then to Hua Cancan’s finger poking Bian Yingning.

She looked away, as if seeing nothing.

…

Bian Yingning knew Shang Qinghui didn’t remember her, but she felt…

Caught red-handed.

Guilty.

Bian Yingning pushed Hua Cancan away, “Mind your manners.”

Touching like that affects her reputation.

Hua Cancan: “???”

She only poked her. What manners?

Shang Qinghui and the others entered the restaurant first. Bian Yingning glanced at her occasionally.

She had decided to let go, but when Shang Qinghui appeared, her defenses crumbled.

“Why are you so distracted?” Hua Cancan asked Bian Yingning, who looked troubled.

Bian Yingning replied, “Just thinking.”

“What? Meng Weixin?” Hua Cancan asked.

“Don’t worry. Her family is in luxury goods. If anyone’s scheming, it’s me…”

As she finished, Bian Yingning’s face darkened; her eyes fixed on a spot.