I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 23.3

The other person had stood in front of her, talking about “sovereignty.” Chen Wanjun simply felt unwilling. Who did that person think she was? How dare she approach her.

An idiot with unknown grades and unverified intelligence dared to provoke her. The most noticeable things on her whole body were probably just those few strands of multi-colored hair.

Did this kind of fool really think she could compare to her?

The only advantage was possibly being very rich, but even though Chen Wanjun didn’t want to admit it, among all the suitors, the only thing she had going for her was Qiu Shuang’s past liking for her.

But that “liking” was, after all, attached to the word “past.”

She knew that the other two were just hoping to benefit from her and Qi Sijiao being locked in a battle.

But how could these two fools outsmart her?

She had clearly told Qi Sijiao one fact: that their Qiu Shuang would never fall in love with anyone again, and only by them forming an alliance and completely trapping her could they succeed.

Only the two of them together, so no one else was needed.

Qi Sijiao, that simpleton, was far easier to deceive than Song Ya.

“Qiu Shuang, I really like you. Can’t you like me again?”

“What exactly do you want…”

“Qiu Shuang… do you want me…”

When she heard the other person say this, Qiu Shuang even suspected there was something wrong with her ears, or perhaps she had been around these lunatics for too long and had finally gone mad herself.

“Is your mind sound? What on earth are you doing?”

Qiu Shuang looked at the other person, then suddenly rammed her head into the other person’s nose, preparing to run out the door, but the other person was clearly prepared—the door was already locked.

Just as she reached the door, the other person pulled her back and threw her onto the bed.

Qiu Shuang quickly grabbed her clothes, then watched as the other person pulled the curtains shut first.

She originally thought the other person was going to do something inappropriate to her, but she didn’t expect the other person to “strip down” first.

To be honest, these actions were somewhat embarrassing for Qiu Shuang because she genuinely had no desires. They had, after all, seen each other before when scrubbing each other’s backs in the bathhouse.

“??? What are you doing?”

Chen Wanjun slowly knelt down. She took the other’s hand and stroked her own face.

She clearly knew her own advantages. After all, the reason the other person tolerated her so-called little tantrums was simply because of this pretty face and her underlying submissive nature.

“I haven’t been staying up late recently, and I bought skincare products. Don’t you think I look much better? Do you want to touch?”

To be honest, a beautiful woman appearing in front of her in this posture was astonishing. An outsider would think this was some kind of terrifying illicit establishment.

“Can you please put your clothes back on? Honestly, I feel like this is so perverted.”

“You don’t like it? You can do anything you want to me.”

“…You…”

Qiu Shuang could feel the other person’s strength was so great. The other person forcefully held her hand and made her stroke…

Cold sweat was dripping down Qiu Shuang’s back. She felt this behavior was too strange, like a dream.

To be honest, the desire between people isn’t a big deal, and to say she had no desire at all wouldn’t be realistic, but the person she fantasized about never involved such a perverted situation.

“Can you calm down? I have no desire for this, and I won’t just do things randomly. Can we communicate like normal people first? I think I’m perfectly fine and don’t need any further ‘advanced studies’.”

Chen Wanjun looked into the other person’s eyes. She could see that the other person really had no desire whatsoever and felt instantly saddened. Damn those online posts, they’re all lies, completely useless.

Thinking of this, she suddenly recalled the “guides” she had searched for and the specific outfits mentioned. Was there still something missing from the “equipment”?

Qiu Shuang watched the other person walk toward the wardrobe and pull out some clothes. When she saw clearly what those clothes were, she felt her worldview, built over a decade of life, was about to collapse.

She wanted to ask: What on earth has this world been through in a corner no one cares about?

Has it been kidnapped by aliens and had its core replaced? How could a person suddenly turn into this terrifying appearance?

“Shuang shuang, you don’t like this? I bought lots of clothes. I can wear them for you to see.”

“Go home, child. Go home.”

In that moment, Qiu Shuang felt like an elderly grandmother trying to force her child to wear thermal underwear.

“Put them on. Hurry up and put them on.”

Chen Wanjun was now completely sure. All those “36 Stratagems of True Love” and “Secret Love Manuals” were all liars, liars!

Now it was even worse. She believed the other person must think she was a shameless woman who would easily give up her body.

If that was the case, would the other person still want to be with her?

Only when the other person obediently put her clothes on did Qiu Shuang finally sigh in relief. What on earth did they want every day? Who said university wasn’t exciting? It was too exciting, unbearable.

The current scene was somewhat comical. The other person’s arm had wounds that she had inflicted on herself, and her face looked slightly bruised from where Qiu Shuang had hit her.

An outsider would think this was some kind of ultimate King of Fighters championship.

Qiu Shuang was out of ideas. This was purely psychological harm; there was no physical injury. Should she buy some kind of insurance? Compensation for mental abuse?

Moreover, judging from the surveillance, she had willingly left with the other person. Should she tell the police that she was forcibly shown an illicit performance?

But she seemed to be the only audience member, so maybe it didn’t count as illicit.

Qiu Shuang was still thinking about what to do when she suddenly saw the other person abruptly kneel down and start slapping her own face.

“It’s my fault. Say something. Please don’t hate me.”

“Stop it! What are you doing!”

For a moment, Qiu Shuang didn’t know what to do, whether to feel sorry for the beautiful face being slapped or to fear the person in front of her suddenly having a psychotic episode.

“Don’t leave me. Please don’t ignore me forever. I really will die. Please don’t do that. Please, don’t hate me.”

Qiu Shuang truly didn’t understand. She felt no resentment, only pure bewilderment. As for offense, honestly, there was none, as she had been thoroughly frightened by the other person’s successive actions.

Looking at the other person’s appearance and tears, Qiu Shuang fell silent. She had rarely seen the other person cry.

In the past, the other person had never shed a single tear, even when cold, hungry, running desperately in the rain, or being beaten.

Could love truly make a person so pathetic?

Qiu Shuang thought she must be crazy too. She actually felt that this was also “exhilarating.” She quickly shook her head, trying to shake the perverted thoughts out of her mind. It must be that they are too perverted, and they have infected her.

“I don’t hate you, okay? Please get up quickly.”

Chen Wanjun stopped her actions. She looked at the other person. Even so, Qiu Shuang couldn’t deny that despite the other person being ill, she was truly beautiful. Those beautiful eyes looked at her so tearfully, it almost made her heart melt.

Then the other person suddenly stood up. Qiu Shuang was curious what the other person would do next, then saw the other person take a knife from the cabinet and slash her arm. Blood instantly flew out.

“What are you doing!”

Qiu Shuang was terrified by the other person’s sudden self-harm. Quickly, she reacted, grabbed a towel nearby, and forcefully pressed it onto the other person’s wound.

“Quick, quick, quick! Hold it!”

Chen Wanjun smiled. Good. The other person was still worried about her. So, as long as she continuously hurt herself and threatened the other person with her life, the other person would never leave her, right?

The two of them stumbled to the infirmary. Qiu Shuang had never been so terrified. She had indeed held grudges, but those things seemed so small in the face of life and death.

If she died, everything would truly be gone.

“How did this happen? Luckily, you came in time, or else there would have been a serious incident.”

The school doctor said this while thinking of reporting it to the leadership, looking at the two people in front of her.

These two looked truly strange. The taller injured person looked calm, as if strategizing, as if the injury wasn’t hers.

The shorter one was extremely anxious, acting as if she were the one who had been cut.

“Alright, don’t get the wound wet during this time, and be careful.”

After everything settled, Qiu Shuang held her head. What should she do? If the other person really died, could she bear the responsibility for a human life?

Qiu Shuang resented the other person, but she didn’t think the other person’s end should be like this. Chen Wanjun had a sharp mind. She should graduate successfully and have her own career.

Their emotional entanglement was a separate issue, but the other person should not die so carelessly here.

“Chen Wanjun, are you crazy! Have you forgotten how difficult your journey has been? So many people looked down on you, thinking it was useless for girls to study. You proved to everyone that you will always be the top student, you will always be ahead of everyone. So, is your life so careless and superficial that it should be ruined by so-called love!”

Chen Wanjun fell silent. She had indeed acted impulsively. After venting her emotions, Qiu Shuang said nothing more. After taking the other person back to the dorm, she also returned to her own dorm.

She started to feel fear. Could terrifying love turn a person into this kind of madman? Was her past self also this crazy?

No, Qiu Shuang absolutely could not be like that.

She buried herself tightly under the covers, trying to compensate for a pitiful sense of security in this way. She hated people who so easily gave up on life, but she had no standing to criticize because she, too, had once committed similar acts of cowardice.

Chen Wanjun returned to her dorm expressionless. She was contemplating some things. Perhaps, from the very beginning, the two of them should never have met.

In that case, perhaps the outcome wouldn’t have been like this, and she could have gotten what she wanted. But who can truly explain matters of the heart?

Qi Sijiao returned to the dorm and saw Qiu Shuang curled up under the covers, looking very unwell. She didn’t know what had happened.

A touch of panic rose in her heart. She hoped it wasn’t what she was imagining.

“Senior, what’s wrong?”

Qi Sijiao tentatively opened the covers and saw Qiu Shuang trembling.

The other person was lying on her side on the bed, holding her head tightly, her body still shaking.

Qiu Shuang didn’t want to be like this, but perhaps seeing so much blood instantly brought her back to a state of stress. She suddenly recalled that terrible night, lying in the bathtub, submerging herself in the water.

A person can still see things underwater, so she saw the red blood slowly spreading in the water.

Death might also have shadows. Seeing the other person’s flowing blood, she suddenly remembered her own blood flowing out while submerged in the water, and how she desperately crawled out and knocked on that door.

“Please save me! I don’t want to die!”

Qi Sijiao immediately hugged Qiu Shuang. She wouldn’t ask what had happened in the past.

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“…I’m so scared.”

“Senior, I won’t abandon you.”

In this competition for love, there seems to be no such thing as fairness. This is not a game won by data dominance, nor is it centered around the passage of time; it is merely based on an ethereal feeling that no one can grasp.

Song Ya was deep in thought. Chen Wanjun had only a few cards left in her hand, but unfortunately, she had used them up herself. Her subordinate told her that Qiu Shuang had returned to the dorm and was in a very bad state, and Chen Wanjun was the same.

If that was the case, the other person might have failed again. The past affection was already used up, so the only thing left to offer was her life.

“Chen Wanjun, you’re harsher than I thought.”

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