I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 45

After Chen Wanjun read the message from the other party, she ignored it completely. She tossed her phone aside and lay flat on her bed. Her goal had been achieved; she would let the other party suffer a mental breakdown throughout the long night.

Wanjun knew Song Ya all too well. After such a stir, the woman likely wouldn’t get a wink of sleep tonight.

As time ticked away and no further messages arrived, Song Ya finally realized she was being given the cold shoulder by Chen Wanjun. She was about to click on Qiu Shuang’s avatar but suddenly remembered that Qiu Shuang hadn’t seemed particularly happy recently. She fell into silence. Forget it, she thought, let her process things on her own.

Beside her, Gu Lingxi watched Song Ya put down her phone. Her mood, which had been relatively decent, plummeted instantly. She said nothing.

Assuming something bad had happened—though she wasn’t entirely sure—Lingxi offered a silent prayer: May the Bodhisattva protect me. I hope Qiu Shuang has blocked Song Ya. That would be perfect.

The Business of Family

The conversation between Gu Su and Song Tianci had concluded. Having solidified their tied interests and future profit-sharing, both parties ended the meeting on high spirits.

While Gu Lingxi and Song Ya remained seated in silence, their parents didn’t pay much attention. Half of their major worries had been resolved, which was a relief to their hearts. Once everything was settled, it was time to head home.

Watching the family of three depart, Gu Su sighed. At least one problem was partially solved—it was a good start. Next to her, Gu Lingxi looked miserable. Gu Su didn’t need to guess to know it was about “love.” Not wanting to play the role of a “disenchanted lover’s counselor,” Gu Su turned and walked away.

Lingxi was still lost in her own world, busy cursing Song Ya, completely oblivious to her sister’s disdain.

A Sister’s Burden

Exhausted from the day, Gu Su lay in bed, but her mind wouldn’t rest. She was nearly ten years older than Gu Lingxi; she was a sister, but she had effectively been a mother figure since their mother passed away.

Regarding Lingxi’s unconventional sexual orientation, Gu Su had never intervened. In her eyes, Lingxi’s path was perhaps a result of her own failings as a sister. All Gu Su could do was make more money to ensure her sister’s life was comfortable. In a world where money is king, wealth would provide a safety net for a path as difficult as being gay.

Initially, she had been saddened. But thinking of Gu Xue and those earth-shattering, life-and-death romances… she figured it was better for her sister to be a bit “fickle” than too devoted. Devotion was dangerous.

It gave Gu Su a headache to think that these kids had nothing better to do than fall in love with women—and worse, they were all in love with the same woman. If one of them actually succeeded, the others would likely start a war. It was lucky they didn’t live under the same roof, or it would be a “Great Battle of Epic Proportions.”

“Being the eldest sister is hard,” Gu Su sighed. She had to manage the finances, the mental health, and now the love lives of the family.

The Strategic “Blind Spot”

As Gu Su brainstormed how to minimize the fallout of this situation, she hit upon a realization: What if Qiu Shuang doesn’t like either of them?

The solution was simple: find Qiu Shuang a partner. She didn’t believe these two girls were shameless enough to try and become “homewreckers.”

Gu Su’s mind went into overdrive, scanning her social circle for a woman who was “well-rounded in morals, intelligence, and physique”—someone who could definitely win a heart. Qiu Shuang had plenty of suitors, but Gu Su didn’t trust outsiders. She needed someone she had hand-picked.

She scrolled through her contacts. She knew a few women, but the “quality” wasn’t high enough. This was for Qiu Shuang, after all; the standards had to be elite.

Finally, she thought of someone. Perfect in every way. The only problem? It would be incredibly difficult to convince her to return.

The Call to the “Exile”

Gu Su hesitated for a fraction of a second, weighing the chain reactions and interests involved, before deciding to personally persuade this “knight” currently exiled to the far south to return.

She dialed the number. She hadn’t expected to ever press that name again. Since the woman had left in disgrace five years ago, refusing Gu Su’s help, their connection had faded into nothingness. Adult friendships often drift apart without the glue of shared interests or proximity.

In a distant city, the phone rang. Zhang Heming was not asleep; she was sitting in the dark, lost in thought. She looked at the clock—9:00 PM—and felt a wave of confusion. When she saw the caller ID, she fell into a heavy silence.

Zhang Heming had thought she had permanently severed ties with that land and its people. But how can one ever truly cut off the place where they once lived?

Looking at the glowing screen, which displayed the contact name “Madman Gu,” Zhang Heming hesitated.

She only answered the phone when it rang for the second or third time. Answering after so many attempts proved one thing: the person on the other end must have something very serious to discuss.

“Hmm, why isn’t she picking up?”

Gu Su had called twice, only to be met with a busy signal, which left her puzzled. She knew the other woman all too well; it was impossible for her to be asleep at this hour, which was why she had called so boldly.

Had she changed that much? It was hard to say; after all, nothing in life is absolute.

Gu Su decided to try one more time. Given her friend’s “corporate slave” nature, she’d likely be working overtime tomorrow; if she took the call during the day, she’d probably get her pay docked. For the sake of her old friend’s salary, Gu Su dialed the “harassment” call once more.

Sure enough, it finally connected. Hearing that voice—which hadn’t changed a bit—Gu Su felt a brief daze, as if she had been transported back to their college campus and their once-intimate friendship. But alas, people’s pursuits differ.

Three years ago, they had a massive argument over the phone. Separated by geography, their contact dwindled, and everything seemingly came to an end.

“What do you want? Are you going bankrupt?”

Zhang Heming didn’t understand why Gu Su was contacting her. If it was about money, she didn’t have much now; she was no different from an ordinary person. If it weren’t for the memories of the past twenty-odd years, Heming would sometimes doubt if she hadn’t just been born an ordinary person who happened to have a very long dream.

“How could I go bankrupt? Heming, wish me some better luck, won’t you? I have a plan, and I want you to join. Don’t be in a hurry to refuse—listen to the details first…”

Hearing this, Zhang Heming crossed her arms but didn’t hang up. Although their philosophies had differed back then, the passage of time had indirectly proven Gu Su right. Furthermore, when it came to business, Heming had never questioned Gu Su; the woman was always ingeniously creative when it came to “harvesting leeks” and snatching profit.

“So, after telling me all that, you want me to get in touch—and fall in love—with a girl you’ve hand-picked?”

Zhang Heming fell silent. The stakes Gu Su offered were almost laughable. She knew a bit about the Gu family’s affairs but didn’t care much, as those circles were now far removed from her life. The fact that Gu Su had come looking for her specifically for this made Heming feel that life was truly ridiculous.

Back then, she had abandoned wealth for love. Now, for the sake of wealth, was she really going to throw away love?

“Feelings can’t be bought or sold. I can’t just be with a girl you designate just because you’re helping me reclaim my family estate. That’s disrespectful to the concept of love, and it’s incredibly rude to the girl herself.”

Gu Su had anticipated this response. To some extent, her old friend’s moral compass and values were almost unprecedentedly strong. But Gu Su couldn’t fault her for it; it was exactly this integrity, coupled with her excellence in every field, that made her the perfect candidate.

“Just give it a try. I’ll send you a photo. I believe you’ll like her—plenty of people do. I just want this girl to settle down with a good person, do you understand what I mean?”

Hearing this, Zhang Heming grasped the situation. She had heard rumors about Gu Su’s sister’s reputation. Therefore, there was only one reason for this request.

Gu Su’s “dear sister” had likely fallen for a girl, but for some reason, there was a problem. Gu Su disapproved, so she sought out Heming. It was unlikely the girl herself was the problem; rather, she was probably too popular, and the sister couldn’t win her over.

This sounded even stranger—and more amusing. Heming was starting to feel a genuine spark of curiosity.

Late into the night, a photo appeared on Zhang Heming’s phone. She looked at the face she had never seen before; she was indeed beautiful. But Heming’s heart had long since belonged to someone else.

Zhang Heming closed her eyes. She would agree. Of course, she would agree. She desperately wanted to return to that circle, and now that the opportunity had landed in her lap, how could she let it go?

The girl was just a front. What mattered was whether she was willing to lower her head and enter Gu Su’s game.

“Fine.”

Gu Su looked at the simple, one-word reply. She couldn’t read any emotion from it, but at the very least, it wasn’t a rejection. Thinking of the girl’s beautiful face, she figured no one could truly refuse such a person.

“I’ll start clearing out your family’s network now. That way, when you return to take over, it’ll be smoother. There might be a few hiccups, but nothing major. Wait for my good news.”

“Okay.”

The conversation ended. Zhang Heming lay on her bed, staring at another avatar that hadn’t sent a message in a very long time.

Qiu Feng, what have you encountered now?

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