I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 101

Gu Lingxi was actually still reflecting on how this friend, who had always seemed so reliable in her heart, could be so ruthless. Meanwhile, she had been worrying that the other person wasn’t doing well out in the world. As time passed, more and more new people filled her life, and she had almost forgotten about her.

Now, what did this message represent? Zhang Heming was coming back—would it be in the way she understood it?

To be honest, Gu Lingxi admired and respected her greatly, because not everyone has the courage to accept all of this—especially after Zhang Heming came out about her sexual orientation, only for her lover to choose to flee in a panic.

Gu Lingxi: Tell me whenever you need help.

On the other side, after fooling around for a bit, Gu Su began her normal work, while Tang Yulin conducted her daily exercise and practiced movements in the newly built dance studio.

While Gu Su handled her work, she also received a message from Zhang Heming.

The “lines” she had buried previously could now be dealt with, more or less. After all, Qiu Shuang now had Xin Zhu; there was no need for Zhang Heming to return for that reason.

Gu Su’s intuition was far more sensitive than that of her “love-brain” younger sister. Since the other party was suddenly returning, there could only be one reason: something had happened to the Zhang family.

Gu Su felt she might be a bit cynical; her first thought was what she could gain from this, and only after that did her true inner thoughts surface. What could this friend actually achieve after her return?

Thinking about the illegitimate sons and daughters blocking the way, Gu Su gripped her mouse and smiled. She absolutely loathed that kind of trash.

Gu Su: Document One. Gu Su: Use it. Don’t mention it.

Zhang Heming looked at the messages from the few past friends she still had on her phone. She didn’t know how this return would go, nor did she truly know what she was doing it for.

Regarding the so-called inheritance and property, Zhang Heming no longer had many thoughts. However, at this moment, another person came to mind—that same “Qiu Feng” (Autumn Wind) who was also in Jing City.

She was curious about what the person on the other end of the internet looked like, but Zhang Heming also understood in her heart that once they met, their relationship might never be the same as it was in the past.

“Er Damu” and “Qiu Feng” were best friends, but Zhang Heming and “Qiu Feng” were just strangers.

After Zhang Heming saw the document the other had sent, she nodded, indicated she had received it, and finally began to think seriously about what she should say next.

Since leaving that place years ago, Zhang Heming had never thought she would once again step onto that train of fate. She remembered the circumstances of her departure.

With her credentials and abilities, she could have easily lived in Jing City. However, to force her to bow her head and participate in a so-called arranged marriage, her family had blocked all her paths. Thus, she could only travel to a distant, remote place to survive.

Looking back now, Zhang Heming felt that perhaps her past self had been too young. Perhaps the best solution would have been to bow her head, feign compliance until she had secured everything, and only then turn against them.

But Zhang Heming couldn’t even accept the first step. She didn’t want to enter a so-called marriage with a stranger; she didn’t want her lover to be relegated to being a “mistress” in the eyes of the world.

She only wished to walk into the hall of marriage with the person she loved. Was that such a difficult thing? Zhang Heming didn’t understand. She just wanted to be with the one she loved—why was it so arduous?

And it wasn’t as if the family absolutely needed this alliance; why couldn’t they let her be with a woman?

Was public reputation and worldly pressure truly more important than her actual happiness and fulfillment as a person?

Zhang Heming didn’t know. She had forgotten the state of mind she was in when she boarded that train. At that time, she couldn’t even afford a plane ticket. After dozens of grueling hours in a hard seat, she arrived at a strange place.

Zhang Heming thought she would never return, but a phone call from her mother made her realize the truth.

Why give the family’s money to others? It wasn’t that Zhang Heming didn’t understand this logic, but back then, she had laughed in the face of love. Was interest now more important than so-called “face”?

“I will return. I will take back everything that belongs to me…”

Qiu Shuang had no idea that her friend, with whom she got along so well, was about to be in the same city as her. After going on a date with Xin Zhu, she returned to the dormitory. Qi Sijiao was acting a bit strange—unusually quiet lately, almost like a statue.

Qiu Shuang thought the other must have a lot of bad things brewing in her mind; otherwise, she couldn’t be that well-behaved. As the saying goes: “When a child is quiet, they must be up to no good.”

Qi Sijiao indeed did not disappoint Qiu Shuang’s suspicions. She was preparing a massive counterattack, searching bit by bit for any and all “black material” on Xin Zhu.

Even though Qi Sijiao had told Qiu Shuang on the very first day of the couple’s relationship just how excessive and terrible a person Xin Zhu was, seeing her senior remain unmoved made Qi Sijiao furious. Why did Qiu Shuang believe that the other could be a “prodigal son returning home,” yet she couldn’t believe in her?

Qiu Shuang didn’t know those thoughts, otherwise, she would have told her it was simple: because once certain emotions begin, the continuity of that feeling maps out destruction.

In a way, Qi Sijiao was also very “true to her original intentions.” From the first meeting, she had fallen for the other’s appearance and body, so in the end, she was disqualified because of those very things.

Lying in bed, Qiu Shuang didn’t have any particular feelings about the so-called date with Xin Zhu during the day. However, this time seemed different. She felt a pair of hands pressing down on her body.

Qiu Shuang prepared herself to accept a new “crazy scene.” It was Qi Sijiao again, wasn’t it? Qiu Shuang wasn’t weak, but among these crazed pursuers, there were always a few who were particularly strong and impossible to resist.

She and Qi Sijiao were roughly an even match, but this downward pressure, carrying the full weight of the other’s body, left her unable to struggle.

“What are you up to?”

Qiu Shuang wasn’t panicked at all; or rather, she was more curious about what the other would do. Was she going to threaten her again? Qiu Shuang’s expression was a bit sour; she still couldn’t accept the other’s intrusive behavior.

“Senior, let me just hold you, okay?”

Qiu Shuang was about to curse and say the other had a problem, but she felt herself being tightly pulled into an embrace first.

Qiu Shuang could feel the other’s breath; she was inherently a very physically sensitive person. Because of this, she rarely made friends and rarely let others touch her body. Feeling the hot air brush against her ear, Qiu Shuang visibly trembled.

Immediately after, she felt something fall onto her face. Qi Sijiao buried her head in the crook of Qiu Shuang’s neck and cried.

“Are you pouring water on me again?”

The moment Qiu Shuang finished saying this, she felt the hand over her eyes removed. She saw Qi Sijiao in the moonlight. The other looked like an incredibly pathetic dog, her eyes already completely red and swollen.

“What are you crying for?”

Qiu Shuang didn’t understand the behavior, nor did she understand why she started crying. Was it because they weren’t together?

Thinking of this, she felt a bit speechless. Qiu Shuang hadn’t expected the other’s psychological endurance to be this poor. Back when she was rejected by Chen Wanjun, she hadn’t been like this.

“Don’t date Xin Zhu. Date me instead, okay? I will definitely care for you, Senior. I won’t talk to other strange girls. Please be with me. If you’re with me, I won’t even care how many people you have behind my back. As long as you talk to me, I beg you, Senior, can you be with me?”

Qi Sijiao didn’t understand why she had been eliminated just like that. Why wasn’t it her turn even for the second spot? Clearly, she had the advantage of being close by, so why did she lose in the end?

“I can be a dog for you, Senior. I’ll do anything. If you don’t want to break up with her, I can be the ‘third wheel.’ You can play with me however you want.”

Qiu Shuang really didn’t know what to say. To be honest, Qiu Shuang could accept someone being mean to her, but it was truly hard to accept this kind of tearful pleading.

This feeling gave her a strange sense of guilt, as if rejecting or ignoring the other would make her look like a purely evil person.

At this thought, Qi Sijiao unbuttoned her clothes. Under the moonlight, she presented herself entirely before Qiu Shuang.

“Look, Senior, although my figure isn’t that good, it’s still decent. You can touch it, Senior. It’s free! It doesn’t matter!”

Qiu Shuang truly didn’t know what to say. This was a complete test of her willpower. To be honest, no one would refuse this kind of total “self-delivery,” especially when coupled with such words…

Qiu Shuang didn’t consider herself a saint, just someone with slightly higher morals than others. She turned her head away, refusing to look. Seeing the cold shoulder, Qi Sijiao broke down even further.

Noticing the Senior’s disregard, she felt that having such a body was useless if it didn’t please her Senior at all.

“Do you not like it, Senior? I can go fix it. I have money. If you don’t like it when my period affects you, I can have surgery. If you don’t like me being fair-skinned, I can get a tan. I beg you, Senior, just look at me. You can treat me like a toy. Play with me when you like, and throw me aside when you don’t.”

As Qi Sijiao spoke, she placed Qiu Shuang’s hand onto her own body. Qiu Shuang felt her fingers touch something very soft.

She instantly froze in place, terrified and not daring to move an inch. What should she say? How could the other be so bold!

Qiu Shuang tried to pull her hand back, but Qi Sijiao used both hands to press Qiu Shuang’s hand down, helping her stroke downward. Qiu Shuang felt she was going crazy—could someone please control this girl?

What exactly was she trying to do? Qiu Shuang felt her face must be as red as a cooked shrimp. She turned her head away and didn’t look, yet she could still feel her fingers brushing against those soft things.

Qiu Shuang took a deep breath, not knowing how to evaluate what she was seeing. She only remembered her own previous behavior. In this situation, the young girl’s upper body seemed so pitiable. Qiu Shuang felt a spark of pity for Qi Sijiao; she wasn’t sure if she pitied the other girl or if she was pitying herself, who was just as unscrupulous as her.

But soon, she calmed down. People are all the same, skilled at assimilating those around them. Qi Sijiao using her body as a bargaining chip showed that what the other liked was also the flesh; by placing such importance on the body, she was, in a way, hoping that she could be like the other—wanting to possess the flesh.

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