Become a Master of Drawing False Hope in a Tragic Novel [GL]

Chapter 24

"I don't know," Bian Yingning answered quickly, without hesitation.

Shang Qinghui couldn't understand it. For a moment, she began to believe that Bian Yingning was not responsible for this incident.

But when she thought about what she had just done...

Shang Qinghui's hand, which was hanging at her side and covered by the wide sleeves, unconsciously moved. Power is mutual. When she slapped Bian Yingning, her own palm went numb.

If it wasn't Bian Yingning, where should she go from here?

"What about the milk tea you gave me?" Shang Qinghui asked.

"I threw it away." Bian Yingning put the velvet box away and neatly placed it on the dressing table. "Let's think about these unpleasant things after the competition. Good luck with the competition."

Bian Yingning suddenly felt that it didn't matter who came in first place, as long as they both tried their best to perform and showed their full potential. Let the judges decide the final outcome.

No matter who would become the villain in the future, she would not obstruct anyone's right to obtain what they deserved through their own efforts.

Shang Qinghui stood up. With her veil on, she couldn't see Bian Yingning's expression clearly, but she could hear that her voice was calm: "Bian Yingning, you are really strange."

Bian Yingning smirked, her hands propped on the table behind her, looking at Shang Qinghui with a growing smile. "You know, women are all like this."

She laughed...

Shang Qinghui turned her eyes away and walked out, her heart no longer as calm as before.

"Wait." Bian Yingning suddenly called out to her.

Shang Qinghui stopped, but didn't turn around.

She could feel Bian Yingning approaching her, then she crouched down and her hot fingers touched Shang Qinghui's bare ankle.

Shang Qinghui's body tensed up.

She looked down and saw Bian Yingning putting two lake-green cloth-wrapped silver rings on her ankles. Later, she would dance barefoot, but for now, she was wearing a pair of diamond-studded sandals.

Shang Qinghui looked at the spiral of hair on top of her head, unable to see any traces of the injury she had suffered for her. It seemed like she was completely unaware of what she was doing, as natural as tying her shoelaces.

After finishing, she stood up and handed the two complex ankle decorations to her. "Hurry up and go. Put these two on when you take off your shoes outside."

Shang Qinghui took them with her head down and whispered so softly, as if she was talking to herself: "...Thank you."

But Bian Yingning heard it and turned her head, as if thinking about something. "Thank you? What's the use of just saying thank you? Be practical, I'm not a materialistic woman. Just kowtow to me."

Shang Qinghui turned and left.

Watching her hurriedly walking away, Bian Yingning said, "You're not thanking me anymore?" That's too much, deceiving people's feelings.

Shang Qinghui didn't look back.

Bian Yingning shouted after her back, "Come on, if you get good grades, I'll give you something you've been longing for!"

No answer, don't know if Shang Qinghui heard it or not.

[Host's skill of drawing false hope experience +10]