I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 104

Zhang Heming saw the other woman’s coldness and understood it clearly. Qiu Shuang’s complete file sat right there in her office. In the past, Zhang Heming never thought about what seeing the truth would bring her, but now she was remarkably sober. Wealth was an advantage society gave her; she would always be one step ahead.

In the past, online, she had asked about the deeper meaning behind the other woman’s series of complaints and rants. But in reality, after obtaining the actual records, Zhang Heming couldn’t bear to look at those things anymore.

Any normal person would find it impossible to imagine a stranger on the internet claiming to be pursued by so many people; most would dismiss them as a poser or a compulsive liar.

Yet, it seemed only Zhang Heming believed her—or perhaps, she had simply been too bored at the time.

When she saw the photo of “Autumn Wind,” Zhang Heming understood. The girl truly possessed a face that made one’s heart skip a beat. In the two-inch identification photo, the young girl wore the simplest hairstyle, looking calmly into the camera.

Her gaze was profound, as if she wanted to pierce through the lens’s curve, past another world, and straight into people’s hearts.

“Some people shouldn’t be too obsessed with knowing others deeply. After all, curiosity is the beginning of liking…”

Zhang Heming knew she was destined to lose. She had arrived too late. Watching the other woman already go through two girlfriends, she understood.

Perhaps because Zhang Heming was an adult, she considered more and more variables. Everything was currently extremely unstable; could she really bring the other woman happiness?

Was the so-called “fleeing the world” to pursue a relationship between just two people truly realistic?

Zhang Heming knew she couldn’t do it. If she did, Qiu Shuang would certainly become a target in the eyes of those shareholders. She shouldn’t bring harm. Perhaps they had met at an inopportune time, or perhaps it was just too late.

Two Grains of Rice: I’ve thought about it, and I think it’s better if we don’t meet. Moving from the 2D world to the 3D world would likely have too much of an impact. Besides, if we get to know each other too deeply, we might not be as happy chatting as we are now.

After the last message was sent, Zhang Heming closed her eyes and placed her phone face down on the desk. Over the past few years, their conversations flashed through her mind over and over again.

Perhaps sometimes, one simply has to accept fate. Love is never the first choice in life. Similarly, Zhang Heming knew a sliver of delusional hope had appeared in her heart: if only she had been earlier… if the Zhang Heming of five years ago hadn’t left Beijing, would things be different now?

But she had to stop there. Zhang Heming could not stay in the past. She couldn’t use the things she had done to beautify a different ending. This was the result of her own choices; there was only one ending, and she had to bear it.

Autumn Wind: Okay.

The office in the high-rise stayed lit all night, right until dawn when the sunlight hit the earth, bringing a new day. In a new day, everything is in the past—or perhaps, the old can be left behind forever in yesterday.

Qiu Shuang watched Qi Sijiao brush past a stranger without saying a word. She certainly wasn’t “fishing,” but had they really given up so easily?

Qiu Shuang felt something wasn’t right, but it didn’t matter anymore. What mattered more was that she could now live off-campus. Last year, Qiu Shuang had saved up some money, enough for about a year’s rent, so she decided to leave the school.

The person hit hardest by this was Qi Sijiao. Even though their relationship was nearly at its freezing point, and they sometimes stood less than two meters apart in silence, Qi Sijiao knew that being under the same roof made her feel happy. Now, because of her bold actions, the Senior was moving out.

The question was: was there still a chance to interfere? If the other woman left this place, what could she even do?

Qiu Shuang never thought that just moving out of a dormitory would be so chaotic. A large group of people had come to help her move her luggage.

Song Ya and Gu Lingxi were scrambling to help Qiu Shuang find a room. Chen Wanjun didn’t say much, she just focused on carrying the luggage. Xin Zhu stood to the side with a smile, warning that the sun was too strong and to be careful of their skin.

Chen Jining followed at the back of the group, checking relevant data.

For a moment, the scene was incredibly chaotic. With a crowd of beautiful women gathered together, the eyes of every passerby were drawn to them. Qiu Shuang remained silent; she didn’t want to be so ostentatious. However, when she reached the school gate, she saw Lu Chen, who had been waiting there for a long time.

“Five-minute commute. Two bedrooms, one living room.”

Qiu Shuang chose not to comment on how Lu Chen knew where she was going to live. As expected, she was waiting here for her.

To be honest, if Qiu Shuang was living out, she would definitely have to cohabit. But among all these people, who would she live with?

It wasn’t that there were no single-person apartments, but those were usually cheaper, smaller, and further from the school. She had to rent a two-person unit. Honestly, it wasn’t that Qiu Shuang was intentionally picking from this group.

But if she didn’t, these “god-tier” individuals would surely make a scene. The only roommate Qiu Shuang could tolerate was probably Lu Chen.

At a certain level, Qiu Shuang was very self-aware. She knew Lu Chen would never dare to offend her.

Someone like Chen Wanjun would likely sneak into her room one day to do something untoward. With Song Ya, Qiu Shuang felt she couldn’t keep up her act if they lived together long-term. Qi Sijiao was out of the question.

As for her so-called “contract girlfriend” Xin Zhu, she seemed indifferent, but Qiu Shuang didn’t want to stay with someone who had a history involving “small dark rooms.”

Gu Lingxi was even further outside her considerations; the young mistress should go back to her family villa.

Qiu Shuang’s head began to ache. She was currently in the position of a superior being pursued, and since these people were causing inconveniences in her life, it was only right that they treated her a bit better…

Xin Zhu smiled. Lu Chen, that wretched woman, really didn’t know her place. Watching Qiu Shuang make her decision, Xin Zhu clenched her fists. But then her eyes darted around; no one said you could only live in one room…

The rental middleman had never encountered such a situation. When did these apartments become so popular? Moreover, people were practically cursing each other out on all four sides.

Qiu Shuang finally settled down, simply wanting some peace and quiet. Then, the next day, she opened her door only to see Qi Sijiao walking out of the opposite unit. Honestly, her mood for the entire day was ruined.

Lu Chen was indeed more sensible than the others. The state of their relationship was hard to describe. Even though they had broken through the barrier of “liking,” nothing felt different. Honestly, Qiu Shuang didn’t know how to imagine it: suddenly obtaining something you wanted in your youth. She didn’t know if she was happy or if she suddenly felt that the thing wasn’t actually what she wanted.

At a certain moment, Lu Chen became important because Qiu Shuang was in pain. This feeling was the only one concerning the agony hidden beneath a beautiful shell. Qiu Shuang knew people only liked her beautiful face. It was a bit cruel.

She didn’t want to change herself. She didn’t want to become someone who “drew a cake” (gave false hope) and hoped others would throw water on it. She was someone who liked to cry and bleed in the middle of the night—someone who, after seeing countless madnesses, needed someone to hold her firmly.

“I said, you should take your medicine…”

Lu Chen looked at her. The other woman’s mental state hadn’t improved much.

Qiu Shuang naturally knew what she was talking about, but she didn’t care. She would never submit to drug therapy. Perhaps it sounds strange, but compared to the so-called medical treatment, Qiu Shuang feared the terrifying unknowns. Moreover, the medicine was simply too painful.

She couldn’t stand the struggling nausea, the burning sensation of pain, and the muddled, lost feeling of every single day.

She didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t taken enough medicine, or if the drugs and doctors were simply useless to her. She was still in great pain.

“I don’t want to take medicine. It doesn’t taste good at all. It’s too bitter.”

Lu Chen was grateful for her lover—please allow her to call her that in her heart. She watched the other woman sitting on the sofa, her left hand hanging down against the cushions. From her angle, she could clearly see the wound.

Lu Chen knelt down and reached out to stroke that wound. Long ago, she never imagined she could cry because of a stranger’s emotional pain. She thought she was a very stable person, but in reality, as long as Lu Chen looked at her, she felt an inexplicable sadness.

She felt an immense agony, feeling she had arrived a bit too late and hadn’t discovered the problem earlier. Every time the other woman cried, she hadn’t been there.

Long ago, Lu Chen had seen a quote, and at that time, she didn’t understand the meaning behind it. Now she understood: so that’s how it is. Seeing the other person unhappy makes you sad, and as long as they are happy, your heart flutters.

“Does it still hurt?”

Qiu Shuang looked at Lu Chen. If it were anyone else, she would probably have shoved them away and told them to get lost. Her thoughts drifted back to that night she could never forget.

“Why can’t you work harder? Why? Your father and I are just country folk who never went to school. We’re counting on you. You have to study hard, right?”

“Why does that boy like you? If you didn’t dress up so pretty, why would he like you? Why doesn’t he like anyone else, only you?”

Qiu Shuang remembered—perhaps that was her first act of rebellion. She smashed all the gifts the other person had sent. She thought he wanted to be her friend, but in the end, he only liked this face.

“Qiu Shuang, I hope you can be my girlfriend.”

“Say yes! Say yes!”

The people around them cheered and shouted those words. For some reason, Qiu Shuang just felt like vomiting. Why were there such disgusting people and such disgusting things in this world?

Why was there such a disgusting creature in this world? Just because she was charming and someone liked her, she had to like them back?

Qiu Shuang looked at him. To be honest, she didn’t know him at all. Staring at him might have seemed “nice,” but compared to her, he seemed so far away. Qiu Shuang occasionally heard the boys’ evaluations of her.

They felt that becoming a partner with Qiu Shuang was a very important achievement because she was beautiful, because she was excellent, because she was the pure “Flower on a High Ridge”…

Qiu Shuang felt increasingly disgusted. Perhaps for a person or within an environment, excellence itself is a sin. She felt herself becoming more and more suppressed. The inexplicable accusations were the final spark that set everything ablaze.

“Is he some kind of wonderful prize? I don’t like him. If someone like him died in front of me, I wouldn’t even care. I am beautiful and I am excellent; him liking me is his problem. Who told him to be so lowly? Lowly, filthy people should just be castrated!”

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