I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 44

Gu Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Song Ya clearly had no desire to communicate with her. She had originally intended to maintain a gentle attitude, but reality proved that when rivals in love meet, they can only draw their blades. Facing each other calmly was absolutely impossible.

The only thing that gave her satisfaction was that, while they were rivals from Song Ya’s perspective, Song Ya likely didn’t realize that Gu Lingxi already knew about her feelings for Qiu Shuang.

Just as Gu Lingxi suspected, Song Ya was still using the “best friend” identity as a shield. Fine then, Gu Lingxi would just let her slide down that slippery slope.

If you love wearing the “best friend” mask to stay close to someone so much, then don’t ever take it off.

“Song Ya, I’m grateful for the care you’ve shown Qiu Shuang over the years. I believe you must be her very best friend—and of course, you will likely always be just a friend.”

“Is that so? We are the best of friends. No matter where our paths lead, it will always be a stronger bond than yours, Senior.”

Song Ya put all her strength into the word “Senior.” Gu Lingxi, you will always just be a “Senior.” You might not even count as a friend, so why are you acting like there’s so much drama?

The atmosphere between them shifted from a fragile balance to a shower of sparks in an instant. At that moment, Gu Su noticed something was wrong and walked over.

Essentially, young people should settle their own affairs, but looking at the current situation, Gu Su felt like the two of them were about to cross swords.

Gu Su felt like she was worked to death every single day. Managing the company by day and working overtime to investigate at night—was she being used as a real-life Detective Conan?

Fortunately, after speaking with both parties, she quickly nailed down some details and so-called discrepancies.

Now that the true relative had been found, she naturally had to take good care of her. Thinking of this, Tang Yulin (Gu Su) practically rolled her eyes. They used to clean up so many messes for that previous “aunt.” Her mother, remembering her deceased husband and his only “pitiful” sister, had shown her immense concern.

But that woman hadn’t cared at all about the bloodline her brother left behind—namely, them. Instead, she had sided with the second and third branches of the family. Recalling the chaos of the past, Gu Su became even more determined in the plan she had previously drafted.

As expected, that kind of vulgar, low-class bloodline didn’t belong to the Gu family. Looking at Song Ya, Gu Su felt very satisfied. Previously, her mind had been occupied by the “two women fighting over one girl” situation, so she hadn’t observed closely. Looking now, the more she looked, the prettier Song Ya seemed.

“Making friends is a mutual thing. It’s best if you get along; if not, so be it. As a family, I still hope you can live together in harmony, but there’s no need to force it.”

As Gu Su spoke, she gave Gu Lingxi a meaningful look. Since it was Song Ya’s first day home, Gu Lingxi should yield to her—especially since there was this strange rivalry between them. It had to be handled carefully.

Gu Lingxi wasn’t surprised by her sister’s arrival. Their tense confrontation was an attention-magnet. But as for giving up Qiu Shuang? Not a chance. However, she could at least keep up appearances.

“No, Sis, nothing’s wrong. We were just having something like a debate, discussing a specific viewpoint.”

Song Ya was no fool. There was no need to leave a bad impression, so she immediately followed suit.

“Yes, Cousin. We were just discussing a few things. Since we are in different majors at different schools, our perspectives on issues are completely different. It’s quite interesting.”

Hearing that they weren’t willing to tell the truth, Gu Su didn’t press further. After all, it was their business, and she wasn’t some legendary judge here to pass a verdict.

After nodding, she simply left. She had made her appearance and given her advice; the rest was up to them. At the very least, Gu Su’s brief intervention forced them to show some restraint so things wouldn’t turn too ugly.

Song Ya maintained a ladylike smile and waved goodbye. Once Gu Su’s figure was out of sight, both women breathed a sigh of relief and faced each other again.

“You’re quick on your feet.”

“Heh, thanks.”

With the crisis averted, they lapsed into a silent stalemate after a few glances, simply sitting there playing on their phones.

Sitting on her bed, Chen Wanjun was momentarily confused when she saw the message from Song Ya. Chen Wanjun couldn’t understand Song Ya’s actions right now; even if the two of them had essentially fallen out, they should at least maintain surface-level politeness. There was no need to start tearing into each other immediately.

Chen Wanjun: Are you crazy?

Song Ya: I ran into Gu Lingxi. That fickle, dead woman is still pining after Qiu Shuang!

After reading the message, Chen Wanjun had a sudden realization. So, Song Ya was feeling protective now. She couldn’t bear to dump her negative emotions on Qiu Shuang, so she was using Chen Wanjun as a substitute.

It was truly laughable. The two of them were only a temporary alliance of convenience. Now that Song Ya saw Chen Wanjun couldn’t make a comeback, they had essentially gone their separate ways.

And yet, now she was being used again. Chen Wanjun planned to see exactly how she could shatter Song Ya’s fragile heart. This seemingly noble and pampered young lady was actually more fragile than anyone, which was why she tethered her emotions to others, nourishing unhealthy relationships.

Song Ya stared intently at the screen. She needed someone to stand on her side and help her curse out Gu Lingxi. She couldn’t talk to Qiu Shuang about it—could she really just go up to her and say “someone has a secret crush on you”? That would be illogical.

As for others, her little followers weren’t qualified. When all was said and done, Chen Wanjun was the only one left.

Song Ya didn’t want to completely burn bridges with Gu Lingxi just yet; it wouldn’t make sense to fall out so soon after being recognized as family. As for Chen Wanjun, though she looked down on her now because she thought she was stupid, she was still a useful outlet.

But she had to admit—even though Chen Wanjun had blown her own “emotional hand” of cards, her beauty remained unmatched. What if, one day, Qiu Shuang had a momentary lapse in judgment and fell for that face again?

Although Song Ya hated to admit it, people are prone to falling back in love with those they have loved before. She was deeply envious of Chen Wanjun’s excellence and beauty, and she was equally jealous of the affection Chen Wanjun had received.

Their brief alliance could be said to have suppressed Song Ya’s true nature. Who could imagine what it was like to be tethered to someone you disliked, or even someone you envied?

Song Ya harbored more jealousy than anyone. Long ago, she knew that Qiu Shuang and Chen Wanjun looked like a perfect match.

This was especially true back when they shared the same outstanding academic records—even if Qiu Shuang later began to “lie flat” and let her grades slip, creating a gap between them.

But Song Ya had always known: as long as Qiu Shuang wanted to, as long as she had the slightest inclination, she could catch up with all her might.

Sometimes, the world is just that unfair. As long as a genius puts their mind to it, they can effortlessly close a distance that an ordinary person spent forever trying to run.

It was something she could neither possess nor erase; it was an innate talent. People are simply born with different base colors.

Song Ya sometimes wondered if she was composed of infinite layers of greed. She craved more possessions, more love; she had already received so much, yet she would never be satisfied.

A person who is too greedy will, sooner or later, gorge themselves to death.

Chen Wanjun: Understood.

Song Ya stared at the screen, her eyes wide. The other girl had replied with just those two words. She had expected Chen Wanjun to be on the same front as her, but instead, she seemed to have completely deflated. Had a single failure extinguished all of her fighting spirit?

Thinking this, Song Ya started to feel nervous. She understood Chen Wanjun’s stubbornness better than anyone. Had she really given up after being struck down once by Qiu Shuang?

It seemed Song Ya would have to lay low and “farm” for a while. If someone with such a hard, foul temper had fallen, Song Ya feared she would be crushed instantly if she stepped up now.

Song Ya: Are you not panicked at all?

While deciding to wait a bit longer, Song Ya sent the message. She wanted to see the reaction; surely she couldn’t have actually lost all her spirit.

Chen Wanjun smiled as she looked at the message, which was so obvious it was barely disguised. It seemed the other girl was more anxious than she was—and if Song Ya was anxious, Chen Wanjun didn’t need to be.

To some extent, Chen Wanjun was actually quite happy. After all these years, Song Ya remained “faithful” in one regard: her intellect was still pitifully low, showed no signs of improving, and seemingly had no rock bottom to hit.

Chen Wanjun: What’s there to be panicked about? I’ve thought it through. This Senior has money, connections, a good personality, and she’s older, so she’ll know how to take care of someone. If Qiu Shuang is with her, it’ll be quite good.

Song Ya: ???

Song Ya checked her phone to make sure the time was right, looked at the date, and even pinched her own arm to ensure she wasn’t dreaming before firing back a question.

Song Ya: How long has this symptom been going on? If it’s really bad, go see a doctor. If you don’t have money, I can reimburse you. Just get treated, okay?

This was like an international joke. The whole “I wish you happiness” and “It’s fine if you’re with someone else” vibe—how could that possibly come out of Chen Wanjun’s mouth?

Chen Wanjun was the type of person who would go crazy and pull a knife on herself. To suggest she would accept someone else was a total farce.

She wasn’t sure what was wrong with her, but Song Ya would bet her life: if Gu Lingxi actually got together with Qiu Shuang and showed her face, Chen Wanjun would probably slice her into a red mist instantly.

Chen Wanjun: I’m fine. I couldn’t be better. After thinking for so long, I realized one thing: perhaps for Qiu Shuang, neither of us is the best choice.

Chen Wanjun: If either of us is bound to Qiu Shuang, it will only make her more miserable. It’s better to leave the choice to Shuangshuang. No matter what, I will respect her decision.

Song Ya was practically speechless. What was happening? Suddenly she’s understanding and soulful? Song Ya hadn’t heard anything about this.

And why did no one notify her in advance? Incredible—changing faces without telling her.

Fine then. You be the “true love,” you be the one who “knows how to let go.” And that “neither of us”—was it really “one of us” or “both of us”?

What kind of scheme was she cooking up? Was she trying to play the vampire clinging to others? This move made Song Ya look like the villain.

Now, if she pursued Qiu Shuang, would she be considered “inconsiderate”?

In the other girl’s eyes, would it be seen as harassment? If she didn’t pursue her, she’d be fuming. Song Ya forwarded the contact information of a psychiatrist and sent a final message.

“You really should go get checked out. If that doesn’t work, see a fortune teller. I suspect you might be possessed by a ghost.”

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