Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 95

After waking up, Shang Qinghui was basically fine.

She had stayed in the hospital long enough. Although Ouyang Fei and the others didn’t want her to leave so soon, feeling it was inappropriate to be discharged after only two days of waking up from a month-long coma, Shang Qinghui insisted on leaving, so they relented. Seeing her in good spirits at home, they let her go.

Winter mornings are the most challenging, yet Shang Qinghui woke up early to attend morning reading. However, her family wouldn’t let her drive herself to school and assigned two bodyguards to follow her.

Seeing the two bodyguards standing by the classroom door during morning reading, Shang Qinghui felt angry. This was supposed to be protection, but it felt more like being watched like a criminal.

Strangely, she didn’t remember much about nearly drowning; she only had vague images based on others’ descriptions. The details were hazy, like a veil had been drawn over her memories.

This made her resentful of her family’s protective measures.

After morning reading, some students started eating breakfast, waiting for class.

Shang Qinghui was still replying to Meng Weixin’s messages. She and Meng Weixin didn’t communicate much; Meng Weixin had recently contacted her again, saying she was an exchange student from France and hoped Shang Qinghui would show her around.

Having more friends wasn’t a bad thing. Plus, the Meng family was in luxury goods; the money the socialites spent flowed into their family. When Meng Weixin was still in H City, people joked that “the girls of the world were supporting her.”

“We should go to the exchange event, but the cooking competition should be handled by the Culinary Arts department.”

“I heard they’re asking Bian Yingning to be in charge.”

“Why her? Can she do it?”

“Uh… you don’t know. Bian Yingning’s grades aren’t good, but she’s a good cook.”

“Haha, kids were born knowing how to breastfeed. I heard Bian Yingning was born asking where her pots and pans were.”

“Cough…” Friends gossiped, and Shang Qinghui couldn’t help but laugh.

Born asking for pots and pans.

Wang Yu, hearing this, turned suspiciously, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing…” Shang Qinghui said seriously.

Wang Yu didn’t believe her, noticing the WeChat chat on her screen, leaning over to look, “Who are you chatting with? Is something going on?”

Seeing the contact name, “Meng Weixin? That name sounds familiar…”

“Oh! Is she from the group of people from France? I saw the list; she seems to be the leader,” Wang Yu remembered.

Shang Qinghui didn’t know if Meng Weixin was the leader, but she knew she was from France.

“Perfect. Let’s go to the exchange event. The Foreign Languages department is in charge this week; there’s food and entertainment.”

After class, Shang Qinghui, avoiding her bodyguards, went with Wang Yu to the International Exchange Center. At the entrance, the alluring Meng Weixin came to greet her.

While looking at the French bread, Shang Qinghui wanted cream puffs, but they were sold out.

Meng Weixin mysteriously told her she had saved some for her; they went to the kitchen to get them while Wang Yu bought other things.

Meng Weixin took a call and said she had to leave. Shang Qinghui wasn’t close to her, but Meng Weixin was very outgoing, acting like long-lost sisters.

Shang Qinghui couldn’t handle her enthusiasm; she was relieved when Meng Weixin said she had to go.

Returning to the corridor with the cream puffs, Shang Qinghui saw Bian Yingning and Zhang Zhizhi, surrounded by people.

The students’ whispers, and the photos she’d seen, helped her recognize them.

Bian Yingning was noticeable; her eyes were languid, but her facial features were sharp. If her eyes were more fierce, she would look very aggressive.

A snake-like beauty?

Impressive. She had new people around her.

Even from afar, Shang Qinghui could see them flirting. The girl beside Bian Yingning patted her arm, “Annoying, bad.”

—Shang Qinghui had automatically added the dialogue.

She felt uneasy and attributed it to her imagination.

Wang Yu waved at her; Shang Qinghui turned and quickened her pace.

She didn’t notice someone turning around and bumped into them. Things scattered on the ground.

Shang Qinghui was annoyed, turning to see the face, and her anger subsided.

It was her.

Her gaze… was strange.

For once, Shang Qinghui was polite.

As she left, Bian Yingning tugged at her sleeve.

For once, Shang Qinghui was polite. As she was leaving, Bian Yingning tugged at her sleeve.

Shang Qinghui’s heart fluttered; various guesses filled her mind, then Bian Yingning said she wanted to exchange a cream puff.

Seeing Bian Yingning’s intense gaze, Shang Qinghui realized—she wanted her cream puffs! She knew how hard they were to get.

It wasn’t about her gaze; it was about the cream puffs.

Anyone would choose the rare, delicious cream puffs over the readily available mille-feuille.

Unexpectedly, they met again. And the famous Bian Yingning had a new companion.

Left and right? Impressive.

And in broad daylight, with so many people, at the restaurant entrance, they were already flirting…

Shang Qinghui pretended not to see. A gentleman doesn’t look at inappropriate things.

She considered herself a gentleman now.

…

As the three were chatting, Bian Yingning’s face changed; her eyes glared at another table.

Hua Cancan followed her gaze; Meng Weixin was at a table with four girls.

“Is that… Shang Qinghui in the middle?”

Hua Cancan recognized her.

“Do you have a feud?” Hua Cancan didn’t understand Bian Yingning’s jealous expression.

“Heh,” Bian Yingning sneered.

“Didn’t she say she’d get us snails? Now she’s giving them to that table. Can you believe this?”

Hua Cancan: “…”

Was she that domineering?

“…Maybe that table ordered them first.”

Even the usually eloquent Hua Cancan felt speechless.

She hadn’t interacted with Meng Weixin in a while; getting cream puffs was already kind. To worry about the order of the snails seemed demanding.

“Impossible. We arrived at the same time,” Bian Yingning glared at the table, wanting to confront them.

After thanking Meng Weixin, Shang Qinghui looked up and saw Bian Yingning’s angry gaze fixed on… Meng Weixin, who was standing beside her.

Shang Qinghui paused, about to take her cutlery to eat the snails.

…Could she and Meng Weixin be involved?

Shang Qinghui looked at Meng Weixin, who smiled expectantly, “Try it. I can make it too. If you like it, I’ll make it for you often.”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

She didn’t feel close enough to Meng Weixin, and with Bian Yingning glaring at them, she lost her appetite.

Shang Qinghui stepped on Wang Yu’s foot under the table.

Wang Yu, ready with her cutlery: “???”

Shang Qinghui gave her a look.

Wang Yu smiled, subtly using a napkin to push Meng Weixin away.

“Thank you, you’re so kind. We know the rules; we’ll give you an 800-word review later.”

Meng Weixin, receiving the compliment: “???”

“Look, she’s trying to join the socialite circle. So flattering,”

Seeing Meng Weixin move away from Shang Qinghui, Bian Yingning looked away, still speaking sarcastically.

Hua Cancan thought she was crazy and ordered a glass of wine.

Meng Weixin was already a socialite.

Later, when Meng Weixin brought snails to Hua Cancan, they already had two plates.

“Hmm?” Meng Weixin showed slight surprise, and Bian Yingning spoke,

“Sorry, we were waiting for you, but it took too long, so we ordered some. You don’t mind, right?”

Meng Weixin gritted her teeth, observing Hua Cancan, “My fault. I was late.”

“Yes,” Bian Yingning agreed, “They say you can’t hold an umbrella for two people at once.”

Meng Weixin’s smile faltered.

Bian Yingning was still so annoying.

…

Snow fell again as they left the International Exchange Center. Bian Yingning opened her umbrella and said goodbye to Zhang Zhizhi.

Hua Cancan and Meng Weixin were still inside; Hua Cancan planned to watch the fashion show, but Bian Yingning had to go to the company.

Hesitating, thinking of Meng Weixin and Shang Qinghui, she left and walked into the snow.

She left footprints in the snow.

A few steps later, she saw two bodyguards looking for someone.

…

Shang Qinghui stormed out of the Exchange Center, followed by two bodyguards. She couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted,

“Stop following me! I’m at school! What danger could I be in? Afraid a book will fall on me?”

The bodyguards bowed their heads, “Sorry, Miss Shang. Madam asked us to follow you.”

“What if I go to the restroom?”

“We’ll wait outside.”

…

In the car, Shang Qinghui still couldn’t understand how they found her in the crowded center. She had sent one bodyguard to get something from the car and another to distract someone while she slipped out.

“How did you know I was in the Western restaurant?”

“Someone told us.”

Shang Qinghui, “Who?” She wanted to know who was so careless.