Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 97

“Bang——”

Because it was a bookstore, not a library, Bian Yingning and the clerk spoke without lowering their voices. Shang Qinghui was not far behind them, listening attentively, and heard their conversation clearly.

When Bian Yingning, just as Shang Qinghui had predicted, asked the clerk for contact information, Shang Qinghui’s hand slipped, dropping her book on the floor with a loud thud.

Everyone around them instantly turned to look. Bian Yingning was among them.

Under everyone’s gaze, for the first time, Shang Qinghui experienced the mortification of a public embarrassment.

Instinctively, she lowered her head, picked up her book, avoided looking at Bian Yingning, quickly paid at the counter, and ran out.

Only after leaving the bookstore and feeling safe from Bian Yingning’s gaze did Shang Qinghui breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, she realized something was wrong.

It wasn’t right. Why did she run away? Shouldn’t Bian Yingning be the embarrassed one?

The esteemed Miss Bian, coming to the bookstore to flirt with someone, and getting caught by a classmate…

Also, she still hadn’t confronted Bian Yingning about selling her information to the bodyguards.

…Could she have a do-over? She hadn’t handled that well.

After watching Shang Qinghui leave, Bian Yingning pinched her cheek; the pain was real, not an illusion.

Was it really Shang Qinghui?

But why did she run away?

Was she embarrassed about dropping her book and making a noise?

She wasn’t that insecure. Everyone makes mistakes.

Seeing how quickly she ran, she must be feeling better physically.

Suppressing the sourness in her heart, Bian Yingning told herself that she had chosen this path and had no right to regret it.

When she chose to use her remaining points to make Shang Qinghui forget about their past, to make everyone forget their relationship, and to erase the harm Nangong Jin had caused, she knew she couldn’t turn back.

All the past—the sweet, the sour, the bitter, the spicy, the hatred, the resentment—would only be remembered by her.

—She wanted Shang Qinghui to live solely for herself in this life.

Free from the constraints of domineering CEO novels and past-life entanglements, this was a new world, a new life for her.

She only needed to live as she wanted—happily, cleanly, without burdens—that was enough.

It was worth using the resurrection stone on Shang Qinghui.

She didn’t feel great or that she’d lost anything.

This was a real world for everyone. Her parents and friends were still here; she was still Bian Yingning. She had simply reset everything to a new beginning.

“Miss?” The clerk called Bian Yingning twice before she turned, her expression somewhat listless, “Please wrap up all the domineering CEO novels.”

She needed them as reference material to write ten novels from the female supporting character’s perspective—stories of unrequited love and family ruin! To make those who enjoyed this genre understand how unhealthy their ideas were!

She also needed to buy several publishing houses to stop publishing such novels and promote her own cautionary tales.

…

That evening, Ouyang Fei invited Bian’s parents to dinner; she cooked herself.

“Where’s Ningning?” Ouyang Fei asked, looking around after welcoming them.

Bian’s mother said calmly, “She’s introverted and shy. We can’t get her to go out.”

Shang Qinghui, standing beside her brother, said: “?”

Who? Bian Yingning? Introverted and shy?

Disbelief flashed in Shang Qinghui’s eyes.

Did Bian’s parents understand their daughter so little?

They sat down at the table; Shang’s father brought out a good bottle of wine and poured it for Bian’s parents.

Bian Jiageng, outwardly calm, felt triumphant. Although their families had a good relationship, the Shang family had been the top family in H City.

Pouring wine was something Shang’s father wouldn’t have done before.

Now, things were different; the Bian family had risen.

Bian Jiageng swirled the wine in his glass, saying, “Good wine!”

Shang’s father talked about the wine’s origin and rarity.

Ouyang Fei praised Bian Yingning’s maturity and competence to Bian’s mother.

“I envy you. Your daughter is so capable. You can relax now; Ningning will handle everything.”

Shang Qinghui sat in the corner, associating Ouyang Fei and Bian’s mother’s words with Bian Yingning.

Decisive, resourceful?

Skilled, courageous?

Introverted, quiet, socially awkward?

Solitary, only good at cooking?

Shang Qinghui poked at her rice, unable to eat.

“I heard you’re opening hotels in Brittany,” Shang’s father asked Bian Jiageng.

Bian Jiageng nodded, then said, “Ningning is handling that. I’m too old; she makes the decisions now.”

“I don’t know if she can handle it all. She’s always causing trouble.”

But Bian Jiageng had a hint of pride on his face.

“You raised your children well. Look at Ningning, so excellent. And my daughter… only knows how to eat.”

Ouyang Fei shook her head.

Shang Qinghui, eating, looked up to find everyone looking at her.

Ouyang Fei looked regretful.

Shang Qinghui forced a smile, remembering she needed allowance from Ouyang Fei.

Ouyang Fei looked at her, her expression mournful, “…Silly child.”

Shang Qinghui: “???”

…

Late at night, after Bian’s parents left, Shang Qinghui was still angry.

Comparison hurts. Although her parents were flattering the Bian family, she was still angry.

Bian Yingning, Bian Yingning, this woman is toxic.

Since waking up, it felt like Bian Yingning had taken over her life.

And she had stabbed her in the back (telling the bodyguards her whereabouts). This was unacceptable.

Shang Qinghui clenched her fist.

Bian Yingning never expected that, although she wanted everyone to start anew, free from the past, those who should be rivals would remain rivals.

…

“Next week is the culinary exchange with the French students. The school assigned French translators to our team to help with communication,”

Zhang Zhizhi said, flipping through her cookbook.

Bian Yingning was writing furiously in her notebook, occasionally showing strange, creepy smiles.

“They’ll announce the teams this class. We’ll meet our teammates this afternoon, then there will be intensive training. Everyone wants to win.”

Zhang Zhizhi continued.

“I wonder who my translator will be. I heard the senior students in the French department are all eloquent, romantic, and sophisticated…”

Zhang Zhizhi laughed.

She realized Bian Yingning hadn’t responded. She looked up and saw Bian Yingning’s eyes shining, her mouth trying to smile and suppress it at the same time. Her expression was distorted; she was writing furiously in her notebook.

Zhang Zhizhi quietly leaned closer.

“The CEO did a 720-degree backflip but accidentally kicked the female supporting character, landing before the female lead, intending to kneel.

But he didn’t stop and landed with a thud, hitting the female lead’s nose.

The female lead’s nose was flattened; tears streamed down her face… both the female supporting character and the female lead were badly injured. The scene was extremely tragic…”

Zhang Zhizhi: “?”

“Is that how you use ‘tragic’?”

“Slap—”

Zhang Zhizhi’s sudden comment startled Bian Yingning; she quickly closed her notebook.

“What are you doing?”

Zhang Zhizhi was startled by her reaction, “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Bian Yingning touched her nose, “You’ll know later.”

Zhang Zhizhi fell into thought, recalling what she’d seen.

“Are you… writing?” Zhang Zhizhi asked hesitantly.

Bian Yingning, planning to write anti-domineering CEO novels, nodded mysteriously.

“Don’t worry; you’ll get a copy.”

Everyone will get one.

Zhang Zhizhi nodded, indicating she understood.

The teacher entered, “You know about the competition with the exchange students, right?”

The students agreed.

“The competition starts next week. The selected participants are these five.”

The teacher showed a PPT with the names; Bian Yingning and Zhang Zhizhi were on the list.

Five more names appeared beside theirs.

“These are your teammates, translators. They’re from the French and Finance departments.

Our Finance department is top-tier; our students are highly skilled. They take other foreign language courses… Some of your translators might be from the Finance department, but don’t worry about their skills.”

The teacher continued. The French department was busy with their Culture Week and couldn’t provide many translators.

Except for one, all the translators were freshmen from the Finance department.

“Wow! I’m lucky! My partner is from the French department, a sophomore!” Zhang Zhizhi excitedly said to Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning glanced at the whiteboard.

Zhang Zhizhi’s partner was Song Yao, a French department sophomore.

“Good. You won’t have trouble understanding romantic French,” Bian Yingning said emotionlessly.

Her partner was Shang Qinghui, a freshman in the Finance department.

A freshman from the Finance department. She’s going to be a burden.

?????

Wait, what was my teammate’s name again?