I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 46

After hanging up the phone, Gu Su breathed a sigh of relief. Getting Zhang Heming and that girl together wasn’t her primary goal; more importantly, she wanted to pull Zhang back into the fold so they could expand their business ventures together.

Partnering with strangers carried too much risk. It was far better to give an old friend a push; the efficiency would be much higher that way.

Thinking of this, Gu Su suddenly felt that everything was quite laughable—her own methods, and the catalyst for it all.

Love is truly a peculiar thing. Her cousin likely stood no chance of winning, and her own younger sister was even less worth mentioning. Perhaps these two kids could end up forming a “Broken Hearts Revenge Alliance” together.

Neither of them could win that girl over, especially the cousin. On that point, Gu Su wasn’t looking down on her sister or the cousin she didn’t know well. To put it bluntly, that cousin was a childhood friend of Qiu Shuang; if she hadn’t managed to secure a position after all those years, it meant the relationship had hit its ceiling. It was time to pull the plug and stop overthinking it.

As for her own sister? To put it nicely: she was “pursuing” her. To put it bluntly: she hadn’t even finished scouting who her opponents were—an absolute disaster.

If Gu Su hadn’t done a casual background check, she never would have imagined her sister had fallen for a “heartthrob.”

Gu Su thought about the long line of suitors and chuckled. Being a “heartthrob” wasn’t something an ordinary person could handle. While it sounded nice, the people attracted by that label didn’t seem to be anything good.

In that sense, she considered herself to be doing a good deed by introducing a “normal” person to the mix. Zhang Heming might be a few years older, but in terms of credentials, character, and personality, he was excellent.

If he hadn’t let “love-brain” take over back then, he wouldn’t have been exiled to such a remote place.

The thought of that incident soured Gu Su’s mood. Die-hard “love-brains” should be taken out and shot on a loop. Believe in love, believe in love—look where that got him: the love was gone, and his money had been swindled away.

Gu Su was truly angry; she was frustrated by his lack of ambition. To this day, she couldn’t understand why the once-brilliant Zhang Heming would give up everything for romance.

Perhaps, standing on the outside, she couldn’t see the whole picture, and she might not have done any better if she were in his shoes. Yet, Gu Su couldn’t help but feel indignant.

No one wants to watch a shining star fall as fast as a meteor, eventually reduced to a dull fragment. It all happened so quickly, yet so mundanely.

Like a speck of dust settling in the dawn, or the sun rising in the morning—so ordinary, so common, yet so unbearable to accept.

Gu Su fell into a silent reverie as she recalled the past. Her sighs drifted through the dark night until, finally, everything returned to silence.

After returning home, Song Ya grew angrier the more she thought about it. How dare that woman say that about her—saying she was only Qiu Shuang’s lifelong friend!

It infuriated her. What use was a “Senior” who hadn’t even managed to become a “regular” girlfriend yet?

Song Ya made up her mind: she was determined to be the obstacle between them. Whatever “favors” were owed, she would make sure to plug that hole so the two of them would never have a chance to stand on the same ground again!

This was the scene Song Tianci walked into: his daughter sitting there, hugging her knees like a huddled mushroom, looking profoundly unhappy.

Song Tianci knew his daughter’s personality very well. Having only one child, she had been naturally spoiled, so she didn’t quite know how to respect others’ feelings in her social interactions. Fortunately, she had met a child like Qiu Shuang who could tolerate her.

But how long could that tolerance last? One day, that bond might snap. Friendships from youth are precious—far more important than romance—but who could say for sure what the future held?

“Yaya, why are you so upset?”

“It’s nothing…”

Song Ya didn’t want to expose this matter to her parents. On one hand, she didn’t know if they could accept her becoming a lesbian; on the other hand, Song Ya wasn’t even sure what this complex emotion of hers actually was.

Was she really a so-called lesbian who liked women? If it were any other woman, she didn’t think she could accept it; she had no desire to get to know any other woman.

It was almost a joke—the only woman Song Ya knew intimately besides Qiu Shuang was, ironically, the group of Qiu Shuang’s other suitors.

Between love and hate, the line seemed to be at its clearest. Could she really take on the responsibility of walking to the end with Qiu Shuang?

And would Qiu Shuang really agree to spend the rest of her life with someone as fickle, willful, and ill-tempered as her?

Living with someone like her must be miserable.

“Mom, am I a very loathsome person?”

Song Tianci didn’t understand why his daughter—who had been proud and unyielding since she was little—had become like this. She simply sat there, wanting to listen to the story.

“I don’t know what ‘liking’ someone is, Mom. I just really want to be with someone forever, but I’ve realized that someone like me doesn’t deserve to be with her. There are too many excellent people around her, and I really don’t know what to do…”

Song Ya paused here. She reflected on all the positive traits she might possess, only to be met with silence.

“Mom, the only thing I have to show for myself is that I’m relatively rich. But that’s money you and Dad earned; it has nothing to do with me. I seem to be a complete failure.”

Song Tianci looked at her daughter. At times, she felt a twinge of regret for not having paid more attention to the girl’s life. After all, shortly after giving birth, she had immersed herself entirely in her academic career. Song Tianci was Song Tianci first, and Song Ya’s mother second. All she could do was strive to raise her into a capable person who was harmless to society.

As for what others called “willfulness,” in Song Tianci’s eyes, it was a non-issue. Her daughter might have a bad temper and struggle with social graces, but she would protect her friends and was the first to stand up in the face of injustice.

These were her flaws, but also her strengths; no one is ever perfect.

However, liking someone—loving someone—often makes a person grow increasingly insecure.

“You will always be the daughter I am most proud of. I understand your worries perfectly. I think this is something you and your father should have a good talk about. After all, when it comes to the question of how to defeat too many excellent competitors, your father is the biggest expert.”

Just then, Father Song, who had just walked out and overheard this, desperately wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into. Back then, Song Tianci’s suitors were truly too many to count; no one could turn down someone so beautiful, intelligent, and outstanding.

To this day, Father Song didn’t know how he had been chosen. It wasn’t because he was exceptionally powerful, but simply because she had picked him.

In reality, the essence of love is always like this: there are no auditing standards, no set of rules or boxes to tick. Your “protagonist” chooses you, and that is the only reason you become the leading man in the story.

“Sweetie, I don’t know who you’re talking about, and I won’t go looking into it. The fact that you haven’t told me everything means this matter isn’t fully mature in your heart yet. I believe you can adjust yourself and make the right choice.”

Father Song scratched his head, trying his best to share his experience…

“If you really like them, you must try. Otherwise, you’ll definitely regret it later. But daughter, you have to be mentally prepared: love is a one-way street. If it becomes mutual, that is a rare blessing from heaven. While you love them, you must also be fully prepared for the possibility that they may not love you back.”

Song Ya wiped away her tears and nodded. She was still plagued by fear: what if Qiu Shuang didn’t agree?

She and Qiu Shuang would always be best friends; she could always claim the other’s tolerance and embrace.

But what if, one day, the other person had a lover? Where would she be ranked then?

Song Ya was truly selfish; she wanted to be number one forever.

Yet she was also afraid—afraid she wouldn’t be good enough to hold that top spot. Because she had “cheated” to get ahead on the curve, she still felt a sense of despair even when standing on the podium.

The more Gu Lingxi thought about it, the more she couldn’t sleep, so she decided to harass Gu Su. Gu Su hadn’t even managed to fall fully asleep; she had just closed her eyes when she heard the knocking at the door.

At this moment, Gu Su wanted to “randomly eliminate” everyone equally. Who could possibly be in the mood to listen to a young girl’s so-called heartaches and romantic debate competitions?

Especially since this was when Gu Su was at her sleepiest. She felt as if her brain was being hung out to dry on chat records. She didn’t understand why people had to fall in love.

What would happen if they waited a few years? They were still alive, weren’t they? Where did all this deep, heavy devotion come from? To be this obsessed so quickly… after returning home, Gu Lingxi’s expression had looked quite grim.

“So, my poor little suitor, are you still going to imagine yourself as some Prince Charming?”

“Sis…”

Gu Su didn’t care at all about her own sister’s “wife-chasing plan” or the resulting “true love.” She simply continued her own internal monologue of complaints.

“What a pity, what a pity. Well, I suppose it’s a series of unfortunate coincidences. Stop thinking about it; you two won’t end up together in the end. Rather than watching you pour in such a high cost, it’s better to just intercept the play.”

Hearing her sister’s words, Gu Lingxi clenched her fists.

She had come here for comfort, not to be lectured. Now, the sadness she felt had turned into pure rage.

“What exactly do you want? Do you know I’m in a terrible mood? Are you even my real sister? You don’t even know how to comfort me!”

Seeing her sister’s anger, Gu Su adjusted her tone and looked at her seriously.

“Love? To be honest, sister, I don’t see where your ‘love’ is. You haven’t given the other person the attention they deserve; you’re just going through the motions half-heartedly. To put it bluntly, you’ll never catch her this way. If she only had you, you might have a sliver of hope if you stuck around for two or three years. But there are too many people. I don’t want you to get hurt, and I don’t want you to exhaust yourself trying to snatch her away.”

Gu Su didn’t have the heart to say the second half of that sentence—it felt a bit too embarrassing. For instance, the part about not being able to snatch her even if she tried.

At this, Gu Lingxi fell silent, because what Gu Su said was true. She did love the girl, and she had taken some action, but that was her own choice; she couldn’t hold it against the other person.

She hadn’t been entirely frank, and while they knew each other, they didn’t know each other that well.

However, love isn’t something that needs to be ranked by status or direction. As long as it exists and is felt, it must be real.

Seeing her younger sister so miserable, Gu Su grew quiet. Finally, she let out a long sigh.

“Fine, I’ll support you in chasing her, okay? Just stop wailing in front of me!”

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