I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 105

Qiu Shuang thought to herself that this was perhaps the first time she had ever spoken up bravely and loudly. But why? Why did she have to be this way? Why was she expected to remain calm? She couldn’t do it—she simply couldn’t. The result was that Qiu Shuang was beaten by her father once again.

Qiu Shuang loathed this cycle of being slapped one moment and given a “sweet treat” the next; a father playing the “bad cop” and a mother playing the “good cop.”

“It’s our first time being parents too; you have to understand us a little. We don’t understand those things either. Everything we do is for your own good.”

“I wish you would both just die…”

Perhaps her frail, thin body was unable to bear such immense resentment and pressure. Qiu Shuang attempted to take her own life in the fish tank in her bedroom. She didn’t know if death would bring happiness, nor did she have the time to find out. She only thought: Just a little more force, a little more effort. If I never open my eyes again, will all this pain finally end?

However, when she woke up again, she was lying in a hospital operating room. Perhaps it was because she was young, or perhaps she was lucky; this suicide attempt only resulted in a period of recuperation and anemia, without causing any fundamental permanent damage.

From then on, the dynamics of her family seemed to change. At the very least, her father began spending very little time at home. Qiu Shuang knew why—it was because she had told them. She told them she hated them. Qiu Shuang did not like him.

From that point forward, except for major holidays, her father never returned home. Qiu Shuang obtained a hard-won, peaceful relaxation. That summer, she might have been very happy; her family no longer forced her to study.

Qiu Shuang no longer had the so-called pressure of academics. She just sat there quietly alone, not knowing what she should do.

“I forgot…”

Actually, it hurt a lot.

“It’s not a big deal.”

Actually, I care very much.

“You don’t need to think too much.”

I wish you would just hold me…

Qiu Shuang tried to calm herself down, but then she felt a scalding tear drop onto her arm.

Lu Chen was already streaming with tears.

“How could it not hurt? How sad must you have been back then? At that time, you definitely needed someone by your side.”

Hearing those words, Qiu Shuang thought for a moment and forced back the tears that were welling in her eyes. Back then, she was a very famous “good child.” It was unlikely that anyone would dislike someone like her.

“Did you know? Your personality is really bad. I’m the only one willing to play with you…”

Qiu Shuang looked at her newly made friend. As expected, she was just as imagined—very wealthy. In the eyes of such a person, her clothes and her will didn’t matter. There was no difference between a person and a garment; clothes that were no longer novel were replaced, and people who weren’t liked were simply “thrown away” in the other’s words.

“You’re quite good, you’re very pretty. Someone like you is worthy of playing with me—and you can only play with me, do you understand?”

Qiu Shuang ignored her. She simply leaned against the window, gazing outside. She was contemplating how to get further away, wondering when she would finally be able to leave home.

Seeing that she was being ignored, Song Ya became very angry. She decided she would lead the other girls to isolate her, to let her know the consequences of rejection.

“What was the homework the teacher assigned today?”

“I said, what was the homework assigned today?”

Qiu Shuang remembered it. She didn’t have a bad impression of the girl; even if their relationship was only average, it shouldn’t have reached the point where such a simple question went unanswered. Seeing Qiu Shuang ask over and over while the girl beside her remained silent, Song Ya felt very triumphant.

Indeed, the money she spent was worth it. Song Ya decided she would break Qiu Shuang and make her obediently come to her side. Looking at Song Ya’s haughty, upturned chin, Qiu Shuang understood exactly what was happening.

“What are you looking at? I told you, your personality is so bad, who would want to play with you? If you were as rich as me, or if you had agreed to what I said before and became my friend, only then would your life be easier.”

Qiu Shuang ignored her. She thought the other girl had something wrong with her head. One didn’t come to school to make friends; one came to learn. If she didn’t do well on the exams this time, she might get beaten again when she went home. She didn’t have the luxury for such petty schemes.

After seeing her plan clearly fail, Song Ya huffed. She didn’t believe it—was there really no way she could make this girl her best friend?

From then on, Qiu Shuang could feel that her days were becoming somewhat difficult. She didn’t understand how she had attracted the attention of a rich young lady. Did merely not wanting to be someone’s “best friend” require such a price?

No matter how much she thought about it, Qiu Shuang couldn’t make sense of it.

Finally, one time, when someone “accidentally” soaked her homework, she could finally take no more.

Qiu Shuang asked Song Ya to meet in a small alley. She didn’t know if the other girl would show up, but she kept a small knife in her pocket. She stared at her, thinking about how exactly she could put an end to all of this.

Song Ya was smug about Qiu Shuang asking to meet after school. See? No one could refuse her. No matter how tough the “hard bone” was, Song Ya had plenty of strength and methods.

In that small alley, Song Ya looked at her with a very satisfied expression. She truly was a hand-picked sidekick—so beautiful.

“Thought it over this time, haven’t you? I’m telling you, if you’re still unwilling to play with me, you’ll stay unlikable like this forever! And I can even have you expelled.”

“You can’t be expelled during nine-year compulsory education.”

Hearing this, Song Ya clenched her fists, then crossed her arms and huffed.

“Qiu Shuang, why are you so difficult? Fine, I’ll just give you money, okay? Seriously, no one has ever made things this challenging for me before.”

“Are you saying you’re willing to give me money?”

“Of course. A gentleman’s word is his bond; I never lie.”

Qiu Shuang tightened her grip on the knife in her pocket. And so, the so-called “best friends” were born. Qiu Shuang figured out the way to get along with her: just be a bit subservient, bow your head and apologize mindlessly, and she could maintain a peaceful life.

Furthermore, Qiu Shuang had no time or energy for worries, and as a partner, Song Ya was indeed wealthy and very willing to spend money on her. Qiu Shuang was smart; she never accepted large sums or expensive items, ensuring that nothing would easily implicate her in the future.

As for whether there was anything wrong with this behavior? She felt it was nothing; after all, it was what she had paid for, and it was her mental compensation.

“I was very bad back then. If you had seen me, you would have been afraid to be with a child like that.”

Qiu Shuang knew she was bad. A child who dared to lure someone into an alley while carrying a knife was truly not a “good child.”

Qiu Shuang couldn’t imagine what would have happened if Song Ya hadn’t chosen to give her money, especially since she had harbored such dark intentions. She truly couldn’t guess what the final outcome for the two of them would have been.

“If she hadn’t made that choice, you might never have met either of us.”

Lu Chen didn’t understand what she meant, but a spark of excitement rose in her heart. Was this another secret belonging only to the two of them? When could she also become a secret in the other’s mouth?

Thinking about it, Lu Chen was very happy. After all, only she lived under the same roof as her, didn’t she?

Qiu Shuang had always felt there was a reason for her recent peace. Sure enough, she discovered what was going on: Song Ya was preparing for a dance competition, Qi Sijiao was preparing for a national competition, Gu Lingxi was busy with the company… For some reason, overall, the most idle person was unexpectedly only Qiu Shuang.

But this was a good thing. Before Qiu Shuang could even settle down, she encountered a familiar face.

When a massive force pulled her into a small alley, Qiu Shuang’s first instinct was to strike back. Who was it? Who was so bold?

It was Chen Wanjun. She looked much thinner, her jawline tightly set. However, beautiful people were just different; despite the gauntness, it didn’t affect her beauty, but rather added a different kind of charm.

“Long time no see. I missed you so much.”

“The way you say that, it’s as if we have such a great relationship. It’s not appropriate, Chen Wanjun. There is only one relationship between us, and that is ordinary classmates…”

Chen Wanjun looked at her face. In this moment, she desperately hoped she still had some attraction. She had been truly busy during this time, working on various projects, and now she had a small amount of savings.

“Don’t choose Lu Chen. Choose me, okay? I have some money now. When you’re with me, I won’t care if you’re with the others. You know, I’m the fiercest among them; I can protect you.”

When she understood the other’s meaning, Qiu Shuang thought that it was no wonder she hadn’t been harrassed for so long. It turned out she felt that the relationship between her and Lu Chen had reached a certain point. Qiu Shuang had to admit that Chen Wanjun had a clever head on her shoulders.

Perhaps Qiu Shuang didn’t appreciate the value of that intelligence; after all, not everyone could be a top scholar.

“I once thought about being with the person I liked. Is that such a difficult thing?”

Qiu Shuang looked at these people who claimed to love her. If so, why did they push her to this point? Without their harassment, would she have needed a new romance?

She thought her first relationship would be with a first love who liked her, or with someone she liked. The teenage Qiu Shuang certainly never imagined that eighteen-year-old Qiu Shuang’s first love would be for the sake of making herself less miserable.

She thought it would be for love, but it was actually for escape.

“You guys are really disgusting. And why do you think you alone can beat all of them?”

Qiu Shuang didn’t understand where the other’s sudden confidence came from. No matter how you looked at it, the other might be a genius, but in the grand macro-structure of society, individual power is forever minuscule. Even using special methods, it was impossible to cause significant damage.

A mad smile flashed across Chen Wanjun’s face. She wanted to say that she had quite a few lethal “weapons” on her phone, and that only she, like Qiu Shuang, was destined not to be mediocre.

How could those mediocre people of high society understand commoners like them? How long could their high-and-mighty “love” last? And after being kicked aside, what would Qiu Shuang be left with?

“If you’re afraid I won’t love you after we’re together… Qiu Shuang, remember this: the most significant commonality between the poor and the rich is that everyone has only one life. Dead is dead. If anyone hurts you, I will kill them.”

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