I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 41

Song Ya was lying leisurely in a beauty salon, enjoying a massage from an aesthetician. With the finals approaching, she had to ensure she was perfectly prepared.

There are countless geniuses in the world, but there can only ever be one first-place winner.

Aside from Tang Yulin, there was no one else she deemed worth keeping in mind. At this thought, Song Ya began to sing happily, but a sudden phone call interrupted her beautiful mood.

“Hello? What are you calling me for?”

Relaxing in the quiet of her skincare treatment, Song Ya couldn’t understand why her little follower was calling her out of the blue. Usually, she gave orders verbally or via text; how did this person dare to call her directly?

How tactless.

Sometimes Song Ya truly felt that destiny was predetermined—for instance, she believed she was born with a “life of wealth.”

Ever since elementary school, her family had owned a company. Her mother was an associate professor, and her father’s career was flourishing. By the time she reached high school, her family’s wealth was doubling and climbing at a meteoric pace.

What was even more incredible was that this year, her nearly 40-year-old mother had somehow been discovered to be the “long-lost true heiress” of a super-wealthy family.

Who could have predicted such a thing?

Her mother, who was busy supervising doctoral students, suddenly received news in the middle of her life’s journey: “Hello, you are actually a daughter of a billionaire family.”

Song Tianci—or rather, she should be called Gu Tianci now.

Song Ya’s family was, in a way, quite strange. Her mother had been picked up and adopted from the side of the road. That family loved her dearly and believed she was a gift from heaven, which is why they named her “Tianci” (Heaven-sent).

As for Song Ya’s father, who would have thought he was once a local thug?

The relationship between the two was a bit of an ill-fated romance, which wasn’t worth mentioning further. When Song Ya first heard the news, she didn’t believe it at all.

Who knew that there was so little difference between reality and fiction, and that reality could be even more absurd than a third-rate novel?

“Yaya, Mom has some news. Our family is about to get even richer. It turns out I’m a long-lost heiress?”

“Mom, you’ve gone crazy from your experiments. If you’re that bored, go recruit two more students to help you edit papers.”

After hanging up, Song Tianci didn’t react poorly to Song Ya’s rudeness. Instead, she looked calmly at the people in front of her.

“Are you certain that everything you’ve said is true?”

Song Tianci had never thought about looking for her so-called biological parents. She believed that the bond between people is fixed; since they chose to abandon her, there was no need to rekindle the connection. As for their “hardships” or “excuses,” she had no desire to hear them.

Song Tianci wasn’t a child under eighteen longing for extra warmth, nor was she a youth in her twenties seeking family support. She was already over forty.

So, the general process would likely be: meet them, shed a few tears for show, share a brief hug, exchange contact information, and end it with a “Happy New Year” text during the holidays.

She had entered a marriage pursued by her lover, given birth to a daughter, and had gone far in her own career.

Song Tianci hoped they were offering something of substance rather than performing a “sentimental family reunion” only to come and suck her blood—that would be truly terrible…

Gu Lingxi immediately told Gu Su everything. Upon hearing it, Gu Su was also confused. Based on normal logic and criminal methods, what had happened shouldn’t have been possible.

Furthermore, if the opponent had such high-level means and truly wanted to eliminate a competitor, why only steal the clothes?

It wasn’t that Gu Su was a malicious person; she simply felt that putting nails in someone’s shoes or orchestrating a “car accident” would be faster and more thorough than stealing clothes.

Since they had already resorted to such actions, Gu Su didn’t believe the culprit was a good person. Could they really just be trying to mess with someone’s mental state by stealing an outfit?

That sounded a bit ridiculous. It suggested the opponent didn’t have deep enough roots to handle a major crime, so they could only plot a theft.

It seemed the culprit had the people but lacked the money. Moreover, they had bypassed security, meaning they came prepared.

“I have a rough idea of what’s going on. Don’t worry, I’ll contact your friend and arrange for a custom-made replacement set as compensation. Tell her not to worry about the competition; there’s enough time.”

After hanging up, Gu Su felt a headache coming on. Between whatever was infiltrating Gu Lingxi’s school and the aunt who was about to be officially recognized, everything was piling up in an overwhelming way.

When Gu Su was young, she had no fear of the world because she knew one simple thing: she was born to get everything she wanted. That held true until her father passed away, and those who had once been so warm instantly became distorted.

Gu Su realized a truth: sometimes, people’s respect doesn’t come from who you are, but from your halo. With her father there, she was the pearl in their palms, so everyone “had” to love her.

But now, she had been excluded. Everyone assumed that a woman with two daughters was destined for a tragic end.

However, Gu Su knew one thing: there was no law stating that only men could hold the so-called right of inheritance. As it turned out, Gu Su got it—she got what she deserved—only for others to claim it was out of “humility” or “concession.”

Gu Su understood that wasn’t the case. People always said things like that.

They would advise the young girls of the world, telling them that as long as they were young and beautiful, all the treasures of the world would be handed to them on a silver platter.

But how long can one stay young? How long can one stay beautiful? The only constant in this world is yourself. The only person who will never betray you is yourself.

Not only was Gu Su going to take what she wanted, but she would also fight and scrap for it. If it belonged to her, she would hold it tight; if it didn’t, she would take it anyway. She wouldn’t just do a good job—she would be the absolute best.

She wanted everyone to know that no matter how much they resented her in private, they would have to kneel before her with the utmost respect in public. Only obedient dogs would get to eat at her table.

For now, she only hoped that this so-called aunt was a smart woman. If she turned out like that fake aunt, Gu Su wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore; she’d have to evolve into a nuclear-powered donkey, working 365 days a year without a single day off.

Whatever, back to work…

Song Ya found the whole situation ridiculous. She wanted to demand why her follower had called her for no reason, but when the girl claimed it was an accidental wrong number, Song Ya was fuming.

If it weren’t for the fact that the little follower was usually timid and did whatever she was told, Song Ya would have thought it was a deliberate provocation. After reflecting on how clumsy the girl was in daily life, Song Ya managed to calm herself down.

She took a steady breath, deciding to let it slide since she was in a good mood today. But if there was a next time, she’d show her who’s boss.

Less than ten minutes later, just as she had closed her eyes to resume her treatment, the phone rang again. She grabbed it, ready to snap.

“What is—”

“Yaya, what are you doing?”

Song Ya was suddenly very grateful for the facial treatment the aesthetician had just applied; the mask slowed her speech just enough to save her, because the voice on the other end was her mother. If she had let those words slip, she would’ve been in for a real lecture.

“I’m out, Mom. What’s up? Do you need something?”

Song Ya didn’t show any annoyance at having her plans interrupted. Although they lived in the same house, they lived almost entirely separate lives, each with their own business to attend to.

Despite being a family, Song Ya had very little company during her childhood; she was raised primarily by their nanny. More than just a nanny, the woman had effectively become a second mother to her.

Song Ya sat up and stared blankly at her smooth, treated legs. She didn’t know why her mother was calling, but she knew it wasn’t for something trivial. Her mother wouldn’t reach out unless it was important.

“Remember what I told you a few days ago? We need to attend a family recognition banquet. When you get home, designers and stylists will be there to get you ready. Be on your best behavior that day—don’t cause any trouble.”

Song Ya didn’t argue. This was standard procedure. At the very least, she had to show her face to the public and take the opportunity to expand her network. As for how much money they had offered to get her mother to agree to such a boring event, Song Ya didn’t know.

She guessed it must have been a fortune, otherwise, her mother would never have abandoned her principles to attend a party she despised.

Song Ya thought she was fully prepared, but when she saw her allowance doubling and tripling over and over again, she began to realize she had just boarded a metaphorical speedboat, ready to ride the waves of high society.

She couldn’t imagine which family her mother had been reunited with, but there was no point in wondering. She would find out at the banquet soon enough. She planned to memorize the profiles of the powerful guests, then just nod, smile, and shake hands when the time came.

However, when she finally saw the actual scene, Song Ya fell silent. She looked calm on the surface, but her mind had completely checked out.

The ancients said, “Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.” It was a true saying, but surely there was no need to know the enemy this well!

While maintaining a perfect public smile, Song Ya watched the person standing at the center of the crowd. That person looked more familiar the longer she stared. When she got closer, she realized—isn’t that Gu Lingxi?!

There she was, wearing a casual suit, drifting through the crowd like a social butterfly. Song Ya even heard her humming as she brushed past, something about “you are my true love, I will like you forever.”

Get lost! You don’t know the first thing about love. Qiu Shuang is mine, you dead woman!

No matter what she was thinking internally, today was too important. She had to suppress her irritation. Eventually, Song Ya managed to walk up to her.

She forced a polite smile and looked at her rival. She was annoyed to death, but she had no choice.

“Hello, Sister Gu. I am Song Ya.”

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