I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 35

The HR manager didn’t know what their superior meant, but eventually conveyed the general message to Qiu Shuang—they wanted to pay her a salary.

Qiu Shuang truly felt she had lived all these years in vain, otherwise, how could she not understand what was going on at all? She personally felt that coming here for an internship was purely for her resume and learning experience.

She had no significant background herself. Even if Senior Gu was somehow related to the company, her influence shouldn’t be that great. So, was this money a reward, an incentive… or were they planning to use her as a scapegoat?

The thought sent a shiver down Qiu Shuang’s spine, but she couldn’t show it on the surface. After nodding and smiling, she could only accept the offer for now.

Hurry up, time, please hurry up and let me get through this period!

Two short months passed, and Qiu Shuang spent them on tenterhooks. Her health recovered, and she returned to school. As expected, a large company was indeed a large company; the combined salary for two months of internship was over ten thousand.

Although this wasn’t a huge amount, it was certainly not a small sum for a current university student. Qiu Shuang felt it was quite worthwhile, even though she didn’t know what she would have to pay her senior for in the future.

Naturally, being engrossed in work and temporarily cutting off contact with many people would lead to subsequent negative reactions, but thankfully, the problems weren’t too severe. After all, Qiu Shuang had always been someone who didn’t like replying to messages.

As the new semester began, Qiu Shuang saw Song Ya, who should have been taking dance lessons at her own school, standing by the school gate, looking at her.

Without needing to think much, Qiu Shuang knew the other person’s intentions were definitely not friendly.

Song Ya felt like she was going crazy. It was one thing for Qiu Shuang not to go home, but she should have at least told her in advance. The company was a big one; if it had been a small company, Song Ya would have dragged Qiu Shuang back long ago.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? Do you know how long I waited for you that day? And then, you barely replied when I messaged you!”

Qiu Shuang massaged her temples while pushing her luggage. Fortunately, she had sent the senior away beforehand; otherwise, if these two met, they would probably start fighting.

The reason she hadn’t told the other party in advance was, of course, to guard against her. Qiu Shuang was truly exasperated; after spending so much time with Song Ya, didn’t she understand her?

Tell her? If she told her one second, the next second this peerless, ultimate rich young lady would surely fly over and grab her back.

Such a scenario inevitably brought to mind the trope of the overbearing CEO’s runaway sweetie (the lesbian version). This sounded terrible, even though their relationship was indeed somewhat similar to a cheesy, old-fashioned urban romance in some ways.

Song Ya had a bad temper, was highly controlling, a socialite, rich, and had a stomach illness—she was a perfect match. And Qiu Shuang was the “gentle, timid” commoner little white flower…

“Heh.”

Qiu Shuang mainly wanted to stall or find a way to distract the other party, but it was clear she had genuinely angered her.

During the long two months, Qiu Shuang was afraid of being slighted at work and constantly wondered why she was being paid. Once off work, she felt like a customer service representative, diligently replying to every message from her friends.

She would update them on her current situation and then schedule time to chat with each of them, but after a week of this behavior, Qiu Shuang was truly exhausted.

She was working like a dog during the day and acting as a customer service agent at night—did she have to be so unlucky?

So, after Qiu Shuang’s easy, subtle explanation, her friends very considerately reduced their contact with her.

Except, of course, for Song Ya, as the word “considerate” had never been in Song Ya’s personal lexicon.

“Qiu Shuang, don’t lie to me, and don’t try to evade my topic again. You had better explain everything clearly. For example, how did you get this invitation? No one in your school’s department, from top to bottom, has any connection with that company.”

“…”

Qiu Shuang fell silent. Sometimes, she felt that Song Ya usually didn’t use her brain, but in certain situations, her brain seemed to instantly switch on. Without needing much detail, the other party already knew what was happening, which was truly annoying.

“I know what you’re thinking, but that company’s ranking is higher than your family’s.”

Song Ya went quiet upon hearing this. She was wealthy, but there were also degrees of hierarchy. Her family was only mid-to-low tier at best.

No matter what the Gu family was like, even a starving camel was bigger than a horse, and they would definitely surpass her family.

The Gu family’s company was extremely exclusive; internal recommendations were the only way to get hired or intern.

So, in what circumstance did Qiu Shuang manage to secure this connection for an internal recommendation behind her back?

“Shuangshuang, it seems that after changing schools, you’ve become much bolder, haven’t you?”

Qiu Shuang smiled and looked at the other party. If this were before, she might have pretended to be scared, lowered her head, and waited for the other party to coax her.

But this time was different.

Wealth was indeed like the dazzling light atop a pyramid, but it didn’t mean one would never fall. After all, there was only one peak, and everyone was constantly running upwards, eager to devour one another.

“A senior introduced me.”

The mention of a “senior” immediately made Song Ya think of Chen Jining, who was far away in Germany. The thought made her tightly clench her fist. That bitch flew abroad and was still stirring up trouble here!

It was questionable whether she’d even graduate smoothly and return from Germany—what was she yapping about?

Qiu Shuang knew the other party was cursing her pitiful contractual girlfriend. After all, the other party was very confident, always feeling she wouldn’t run away, or rather, she was so arrogant as to believe someone like Qiu Shuang should be forever held in her hands.

Qiu Shuang was an ordinary person, with parents who were neither good nor bad, and an unremarkable but somewhat resilient soul—that was all.

So, just because she hadn’t achieved worldly success in terms of wealth, did that mean she should be ridiculed? That wasn’t right. This world should be fair and just; everyone should be equal…

The moment Qiu Shuang saw the abnormal expression on the other party’s face, she knew Song Ya was probably secretly cursing Chen Jining. She felt sorry for Senior Chen, as none of this had anything to do with her.

“Fine, fine. You two broke up and are still entangled. It seems this ex-girlfriend of yours is truly good to you. She’s overseas but still manages your job?”

“Ya Ya… did you get the wrong person? Um, I’m not talking about Chen Jining.”

“You found a new senior behind my back?”

“…”

Qiu Shuang looked at the other party. Song Ya’s heart skipped a beat under her serious gaze. She didn’t know what this feeling was—guilt, or something else? Perhaps a momentary panic about her own filthy inner thoughts.

Qiu Shuang truthfully and simply explained how she met Gu Lingxi. When Song Ya learned that the person was Qiu Shuang’s club president, her expression softened slightly. Daily work with the president was unavoidable and not a big problem.

But the moment she thought about the so-called internal recommendation slot…

If it wasn’t for a deep bond, why would she casually give this slot to Qiu Shuang? Was she harboring ill intentions, too? No! She must investigate thoroughly when she gets back.

“What’s the name of your club president?”

Qiu Shuang was annoyed by the other party’s entitled attitude, but she secretly looked forward to a clash between the two, hoping they’d tear each other apart. If they did, Gu Lingxi wouldn’t be able to look for her for a while.

“Her name is Gu Lingxi. She’s exceptionally nice and takes great care of me. She’s a very proper senior, and I admire her very much.”

Watching Song Ya’s eyes grow increasingly gloomy, Qiu Shuang was satisfied, though she didn’t show it on her face yet. They couldn’t completely fall out yet; she was still missing one crucial element.

Qiu Shuang thought the other party must be eager to get rid of her now. Sure enough, after a couple of sentences, Qiu Shuang ran off. It was needless to say what the other party went to do.

At the same time, Qiu Shuang silently wished for Gu Lingxi’s combat effectiveness to be high, at least enough to avoid being knocked out in the first round.

Having received an answer, Song Ya fell into deep thought. Why? She felt the name sounded so familiar.

She must have seen it somewhere. Anyone who left an impression on Song Ya was no ordinary person; they were either extremely wealthy or extremely despicable.

Song Ya hoped the person was only one of the former, and not a combination of both.

Money makes the world go round. Song Ya quickly started looking for someone to investigate, but the matter quickly reached a deadlock.

When the search hit a wall, Song Ya felt a headache coming on. In this situation, there could only be two possibilities.

One: The person was a recluse who never used the internet and left no trace in this modern society. But this was the 21st century, and the person was a university student; Song Ya didn’t believe they didn’t use a phone.

Two: The person was rich, so all their information was intercepted, making it difficult to investigate.

The thought made Song Ya realize her mistake. She must have danced so much during this period that her brain had malfunctioned. The answer was already in the riddle, and she had run off to investigate—she had become too accustomed to dealing with those other women.

Who was Gu Lingxi? The second daughter of the Gu family. Setting aside her personal hobbies, she was reportedly very favored. Even if she had no outstanding abilities and was perfectly ordinary, she was incredibly well-regarded.

She was a little absurd, but she didn’t cause trouble and knew how to obey the law.

It was hard to find much more information. Song Ya had little involvement in these circles; the only reason she had any impression was because she had once attended the other party’s birthday party.

As a nouveau riche, attending such banquets was a given. At the time, Song Ya didn’t think too much of it; in such settings, if you had value, others would naturally seek you out. If you didn’t have value, you were just there to be a clown.

After switching her search to the campus forum, Song Ya finally saw the damned senior. She also had short hair and was a lesbian. Song Ya was furious.

There she is! Another one of those vile, shameless women! And her looks really resembled the “Tomboy” type seen on those websites.

Oh my god, a promiscuous woman like this must be coveting Qiu Shuang’s beauty, finding a way to deceive Shuangshuang, and after taking her body, she would just leave to find the next beauty.

“Gu Lingxi, don’t let me find out that you have an account on any of those websites!”

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