I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 50

Song Ya looked at the person before her. In this moment, she felt the other woman was remarkably similar to Qiu Shuang—those eyes, calm and silent, watching her without a single ripple of emotion.

Why? Why not shed tears, rage, refute, or fight back? Why choose silence?

Every time Song Ya looked at Qiu Shuang, she felt either anger or guilt. She was angry that Qiu Shuang didn’t resist, yet in her heart, she silently begged for mercy. She craved forgiveness; she longed for the other woman to absolve her.

The curse of fate had now fallen back into the hands of the one who brandished the sword.

At this moment, Song Ya could only pray—pray that the sword hadn’t been swung with much force, or pray that the person throwing it back was filled with mercy.

She had once indulged in a beautiful dream: if the other woman was willing to see her, willing to sit by her side as before, perhaps it meant she was still being tolerated, and they could still be together.

Song Ya thought about how she had originally believed she could be a knight guarding her own treasure. But as she grew older and her life experience increased, she realized she was never a knight. She was the Evil Dragon. And what she had constrained was not a “treasure,” but a true warrior.

The warrior felt no resentment toward the other’s cruelty, nor did she feel sorrow for it. She simply lowered her sword in silence and looked at her with tolerance.

Song Ya realized that perhaps she was truly wrong—wrong in her arrogance, or perhaps in something more.

Just as she still couldn’t remember her little sidekick’s name.

She always thought she was capable of descending to the ground, but in reality, Song Ya had never even looked down.

“Tang Yulin, you’re actually just like me. I thought you were a cautious, or even somewhat cowardly person. I didn’t expect you to do all this.”

Indeed, the ever-cautious Tang Yulin usually hid in her shell like a turtle. Song Ya didn’t judge this; it was simply the other woman’s way of navigating the world. To put it another way, if a brilliant gem lacked the protection of the strong, it would eventually be trampled. Staying low-profile was Tang Yulin’s path to survival.

“You know, I should have pretended to know nothing, continued to be fooled like an idiot, or remained silent like a weakling,” Tang Yulin said calmly. There was no fear or excitement in her voice; she was purely serene. When a person is focused on achieving victory, they feel no internal turbulence.

From the moment she decided to do this, she had rehearsed it countless times. Moving from anger and resentment to her current composure, Tang Yulin’s desires had only grown.

The things others were born with, she had to exhaust all her strength just to touch a fraction of them.

And that tiny fraction was merely what leaked through others’ fingers—the things they discarded like charity.

“Song Ya, to be honest, I look down on you. You don’t actually love dancing that much; you’ve only made it this far based on your natural talent. Maybe you think I’m saying this out of jealousy. You’re right, I am jealous. Because if you want something, you simply get it.”

Tang Yulin spoke these truths flatly. It was a fact: the world is inherently unfair to those with talent.

The innate talent some people are born with allows them to casually put in a fraction of the effort and still surpass others who have practiced bitterly for years.

Song Ya didn’t argue. It was the truth. She really didn’t love dancing that much; it didn’t even crack the top three on her list of hobbies. She only felt a fleeting sense of glory from it.

“Are you jealous? To be honest, your talent is clearly above mine, and you work much harder than I do.”

Song Ya didn’t quite understand the motive behind these words. Tang Yulin’s talent was naturally superior to hers; if these words had come from Gu Xue, she might have understood.

“Why shouldn’t I be jealous? I don’t think there’s anyone who wouldn’t be jealous of someone like you. Your so-called ‘sadness’ is just that you can’t make friends. Song Ya, I’m telling you, people like you are too hypocritical. There’s no such thing as a ‘true friend’ in this world.”

“Relationships are just exchanges of resources. It’s just like how you look down on Bu Ping because she’s just your sidekick. You assumed she would definitely hurt me for money, but you never expected that she would tip me off instead.”

Tang Yulin stated the truth plainly. She didn’t understand why, in Song Ya’s eyes, poverty must lead to malice. Tang Yulin couldn’t understand when human character started being weighed against wealth.

“Of course, I dare to say all this to you because you are a ‘good’ person.”

Tang Yulin didn’t understand Song Ya’s worldview or her way of doing things, but she had to admit that among the so-called “rich people,” Song Ya was one of the better ones.

Song Ya didn’t feel any discomfort hearing this. She thought the woman was going to say something profound, but she didn’t. She did think that way, but so what?

Song Ya’s thoughts didn’t murder anyone. Even if she used her sidekick, she never made her do anything that insulted her human dignity. Other people had much worse ways of torturing others.

Song Ya truly felt she was a decent person. She didn’t force her sidekicks into bed, and she didn’t mess around with others and then make her sidekicks stand guard at the door.

“So? What’s your goal? Don’t tell me you ran over here to be a peace ambassador just to advise me on world peace.”

Tang Yulin lowered her eyes, appearing to be deep in thought, or perhaps struggling with whether or not to say the next words.

“Song Ya, I think you should understand why I came to talk to you so much. I hope for a win-win cooperation. After all, no one is more qualified to denounce the opposition than a victim like me. And you can get the satisfaction you’re looking for.”

After hearing Tang Yulin out, Song Ya calmed down. So, the ultimate goal was revenge, and she wanted to pull Song Ya into it.

Though she found it somewhat incredible—based on Song Ya’s understanding, she thought Tang Yulin would shrink back into her shell again—the woman had unexpectedly jumped out this time. It seemed even the most honest people “blacken” if they are bullied for too long.

Without a second thought, Song Ya knew exactly what was going on. It was nothing more than that brain-dead Gu Xue trying to frame Tang Yulin, even going as far as finding her own lackey to do it. She just hadn’t expected the plan to blow up in her face.

“I agree. Just contact me directly if you need anything. I know what you’re trying to do, and I’ll give you a push—not just for your sake, but for mine too.”

As she thought this, Song Ya picked up a spoon and gave it a swirl. The melted sundae was becoming a bit too cloying, but at this moment, that sweetness was exactly what she needed to brighten her mood.

That madwoman Gu Xue had used Fang Weiyi’s influence to trample all over her more times than she could count, and Song Ya had endured it time and time again.

But now, the tables had turned. She had a victim ready to speak out and the financial backing to kick down the doors of the Gu family. She wanted to see how they would protect their precious “young miss” this time.

Song Ya didn’t believe Fang Weiyi could be shameless enough to try and scrub his girlfriend’s reputation clean after she had actually broken the law.

Even if he wanted to cover it up, Song Ya would find a way to stop him. When a wall starts to crumble, everyone gives it a shove; it could be considered divine retribution.

The two nodded at each other, sealing the deal. As for the follow-up, Song Ya was comfortable leaving it in Tang Yulin’s hands. After all, the girl just wanted an opportunity, didn’t she? Once the chance was given, it was up to her to run with it.

Song Ya was confident that Tang Yulin would exceed expectations and play Gu Xue to death.

When Gu Su received the call from her cousin, she was a bit surprised. Although they were technically family on the surface, they rarely had private contact and usually kept things strictly professional. For Song Ya to call her private line, something major must have happened.

Song Ya didn’t feel like she was bothering her. If you have connections, you use them—especially since this likely involved the “Second Branch” of the family. It was better for Gu Su to know and handle it early before things spiraled. Concepts like “suffering in silence to protect someone else’s feelings” or “carrying the burden alone” simply didn’t exist in Song Ya’s vocabulary.

As Gu Su listened to the details, her expression instantly darkened.

Originally, after Song Tianci returned, they should have kicked those people out by all rights. But out of consideration for years of sentiment, they had been tolerant. She hadn’t expected them to show such blatant disrespect. It seemed that if she didn’t act, they would truly take her for a fool.

“I understand, cousin. I’ll handle this. Have that classmate of yours come by the company later as well. Thank you for the heads-up; I’m sorry you had to see our family’s dirty laundry.”

“No need for thanks, cousin. This is a family matter for all of us, after all. I’ll leave it to you.”

Song Ya hung up the phone in high spirits. The water was getting murkier by the second. As for Gu Xue, that madwoman would finally be reined in.

“Today is a good day~”

Qiu Shuang had been living quite peacefully lately. It wasn’t until Gu Lingxi contacted her again that she realized a single piece of clothing had spawned so much drama.

Even though there were clearly puppet masters pulling strings behind the scenes, it didn’t bother Qiu Shuang much. She was just there to enjoy the spectacle.

“I really didn’t think so much would come of this.”

Who could have guessed? It started as a minor incident of theft and ended up involving other schools. In the end, it was all driven by self-interest.

“I’ve been investigating, but there’s nothing I can do at the school level. The plan failed, and the clothes haven’t been recovered. If I’m not mistaken, there are only one or two suspects left.”

Gu Lingxi spoke with a headache. She felt she never should have helped watch those clothes in the first place. Who knew it would lead to such a mess? And to make matters worse, both suspects were related to her. She felt like she had been set up.

One new cousin, one old cousin. One “real” cousin, one “fake” cousin.

Gu Lingxi honestly felt like just calling the police.

Hearing this, Qiu Shuang simply nodded. She didn’t know much about the situation and didn’t care to dive into the details. It’s best to only eat half the “gossip melon”; eat too much and you might choke.

She only took the call and listened to the venting because she owed Gu Lingxi a favor and felt she had to show some courtesy.

“Then this matter shouldn’t have much of an impact on you, right, Senior?”

Qiu Shuang knew this was nonsense, of course. The items were lost on Gu Lingxi’s turf; there was no way there would be zero impact. Even if the school didn’t get involved, she would still have to arrange compensation for the owner. It was just a polite formality.

“It’s nothing. Everything will be resolved soon.”

Gu Lingxi knew the situation was incredibly difficult, but she didn’t let her struggle show in front of Qiu Shuang. Most people are like that when pursuing someone—they are reluctant to reveal their shortcomings to the object of their affection.

After all, that would feel like admitting defeat.

“That’s good to hear. I wish you the best of luck, Senior.”

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