I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 71

Chen Wanjun smiled. It seemed Song Ya could only manage to be a little bit clever when it truly mattered. She felt a sense of pride for having monopolized the other’s affection, and pride for having triumphed over Song Ya.

Yes, Chen Wanjun was happy. Being rank one in grades couldn’t satisfy the void of material jealousy; the stirrings of greed caused that material envy to burn ever brighter.

As for Song Ya, she might have many labels, but the largest one was always “rich.”

Yet now, the central figure between them, Qiu Shuang, had only ever liked her—even if it was only in the past.

What did this prove? It proved that Chen Wanjun was stronger than everyone else. Although she was poor now, she believed she had the talent to overcome it through hard work.

However, facts proved that Chen Wanjun perhaps could not ignore the issues hidden beneath the surface. She wondered if a future truly existed between her and Qiu Shuang, and whether the identity of being a “lesbian” would have a massive negative impact on her.

So she retreated. That was her final choice.

At one point, Chen Wanjun even wondered if it was all Qiu Shuang’s fault. Was it the other girl who had led her down an “abnormal” path? Was it those so-called intimate gestures and that nonsensical confession that had turned her into a “filthy lesbian” as well?

Yes, it was Qiu Shuang’s fault. Even her gentle personality and those eyes that evoked pity—it was all her fault. That was why she had done those terrible things to Qiu Shuang.

Chen Wanjun had never imagined she could have a calm conversation with Song Ya like this. Although she had always looked down on her in her heart, it didn’t matter, because she knew Song Ya looked down on her too.

Or perhaps Chen Wanjun was simply born a contradictory person. Words like lowly, shameless, filthy, and vicious flowed from her mouth. She avoided the other’s gaze because she didn’t want to see those heartbroken eyes.

Whenever Chen Wanjun thought of those eyes, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of softness, which only fueled her internal terror.

Chen Wanjun didn’t want to be a lesbian. She didn’t want to be a “freak” in the eyes of the public. She wanted to climb up step by step, surpassing everyone, and then prevent everything from turning into what she loathed.

But now, Chen Wanjun completely regretted it.

Faced with Song Ya’s sudden offer of cooperation, she wasn’t surprised. The other was always like this; though they loathed each other, they could only work together because they both knew exactly what kind of “low-lifes” they were.

“Of course I know. That’s why I won’t do it. You’d better hope these things don’t catch her attention, or else Qiu Shuang will really be hurt.”

Did Chen Wanjun have a conscience? Perhaps a little. But that meager bit of warmth was quickly washed away by the heavy rain of poverty.

Now, she didn’t even know anymore. She only knew she was squeezing Qiu Shuang’s living space step by step, calculating the other’s tolerance for her piece by piece.

Time and again, she felt lucky for Qiu Shuang’s sake. How wonderful, my dear. You never change. You are always that tolerant, generous, and understanding person who always forgives others.

Chen Wanjun knew that Qiu Shuang was a person who could hold a deep grudge, but at the same time, she was someone who was good at forgetting.

It was as if no matter what trauma she inflicted on the girl, after a long period of time, Qiu Shuang would treat her kindly again, the traces of pain seemingly vanished.

Chen Wanjun had once considered Qiu Shuang a fool because such a strange trait was simply too much of a temptation for others to hurt her.

But now, Chen Wanjun was incredibly grateful for that virtue flowing in her blood. It meant that as long as she continued to pursue her, their story would never have an end.

“I know what you’re saying. I won’t do that. I’ve already made many mistakes. But just like you, we are both selfish people. I’m unwilling to bow my head, unwilling to apologize. I’ve said enough. I don’t have the courage to correct my errors or take responsibility. All I can do is stop making more mistakes.”

Song Ya naturally understood what Chen Wanjun meant. She didn’t want to do it; her fear was that Qiu Shuang would loathe her if she understood the ugly core beneath her skin.

She would surely drift further and further away. Song Ya wanted to be with her forever, even if they did nothing, even if they were just best friends. From this day forward, she would never act like a spoiled rich girl again.

She would use a thousand kindnesses to make up for all the injuries of the past…

Hearing Song Ya’s words, Chen Wanjun abruptly changed the subject. She wanted a different reaction; she knew all too well the other’s “dead pig unafraid of boiling water” attitude.

A fool who was skilled at using her brain for self-climax.

“Do you remember that party? She wanted to kiss me. I pushed her into the pool. The water soaked her clothes. It was from that day on that I started having dreams. In the dreams, I pinned her down, and she wouldn’t stop crying. Since that day, I’ve fallen into a terrifying whirlpool.”

“I won’t let go easily, even if I have to pay any price. Of course, I don’t have anything valuable on me anyway.”

Song Ya was furious listening to her. She wanted to scream that Chen Wanjun was a psychopath, but thinking of their fragile, newly-formed alliance, she finally hung up after a few brief words.

Even though they had reached a short-term alliance, it felt like it would shatter at any moment. The simple reason was that Chen Wanjun had already gone mad.

Being comrades with a lunatic? She’d rather go talk to Qi Sijiao.

Qiu Shuang never replied to the messages Qi Sijiao sent. Qi Sijiao didn’t resort to excessive harassment because she was afraid of making the other girl dislike her more. She just waited quietly, like waiting for a judge to pass sentence.

Qi Sijiao didn’t get a reply from Qiu Shuang, but she did get a message from Song Ya. Regarding the other’s status as Qiu Shuang’s best friend, Qi Sijiao had no comment.

However, the incidents involving the other and Chen Wanjun made her realize there were other things going on between the three of them. For this, Qi Sijiao was extremely jealous.

Why hadn’t she met the Senior sooner? If she had, could she have been by her side? Why did a person like Chen Wanjun have to appear to occupy the Senior’s soul, leave a wound, and then have the nerve to come back?

“Did you know? Chen Wanjun wants to [redacted] Qiu Shuang.”

When Qi Sijiao saw this inexplicable message, she didn’t react at first. It wasn’t until she saw the contact name and realized what the other was implying that, in an instant, she grabbed the lamp from the nightstand and hurled it violently against the opposite wall.

The loud crash brought the servants rushing to the door. Seeing Qi Sijiao on the bed with a phone in her hand and a murderous look in her eyes, they all retreated.

“That bitch! Just because the Senior is a good person, she dares to speak such filth. If she really has such disgusting thoughts, I will kill her!”

Song Ya smiled when she saw Qi Sijiao say this. She hadn’t explained clearly, but her intuition told her that her “new friend” was another terrifying powder keg. Song Ya didn’t know what to say; why were all the pursuers around Qiu Shuang such perverts?

As this thought emerged, Song Ya pursed her lips. The root of all this was her. She was the one who made the other girl a treasure that was easily broken. She was the one who said no one would like a person who was always optimistic and bright. She was the fuse for all this destruction.

Similarly, the so-called “taming” would forever fix their relationship in the awkward position of being just friends.

Perhaps this was the only result Song Ya could get.

“You guys really are disgusting.”

Song Ya felt speechless at these people’s filthy desires. Now she felt she was more noble than them; at least she had never fantasized about Qiu Shuang’s body.

Yes, she was more noble than them. It had to be that way. Song Ya told herself over and over, as if this could bring her great psychological comfort, allowing her to completely ignore the other’s words.

“I understand what you mean. I’ll keep an eye on her. I won’t let her be disturbed in the slightest. And that goes for you too.”

Hearing Qi Sijiao’s words, Song Ya felt it was surreal. The people around Qiu Shuang all seemed to have a streak of madness, yet they all followed the same unspoken rule.

They could pursue her boldly, they could perform any action, but they absolutely could not let Qiu Shuang discover the madness beneath their skin.

They didn’t want to present their filth in the open to be mocked by her. Everyone disguised themselves as their most innocent and beautiful selves, even though they knew they couldn’t keep up the act, they still silently restrained their words and deeds in their hearts.

Qi Sijiao truly loved Qiu Shuang and hoped for her happiness. She didn’t want her to become a withered flower, a sunflower at night, or a rose held high in a cage. None of those should be Qiu Shuang.

The other should be forever resilient, forever positive, and steadfastly herself.

Qi Sijiao bought a train ticket heading north. She thought she should go to that distant place to take a look, to find the things that had been left behind. She was indeed far behind those others, having met her too late, but Qi Sijiao had plenty of time to get to know her.

After Qiu Shuang returned home, the family atmosphere was no different than usual. She remained silent, and no one mentioned the unpleasantness. And those “I’m sorrys” on the phone?

It was always like this, wasn’t it? Sincere apologies over and over, as if “I’m sorry” was the most unfortunate phrase in the world.

Qiu Shuang was wondering if she was just unlucky and destined to have an unpleasant New Year. But when she looked up toward the door, she was completely stunned.

She didn’t know how the other person had found her home. The moment she saw Qi Sijiao, she almost thought she was hallucinating.

Upon discovering Qi Sijiao at the door, Qiu Shuang’s mother welcomed her with great enthusiasm. Qiu Shuang looked at her and said nothing.

According to her parents, whatever other children had, their daughter must have too. they would do anything to push Qiu Shuang into social circles, so they were kind to anyone who claimed to be her friend.

Even though they didn’t understand why their daughter was so excellent, kind, and beautiful yet had such a hard time making friends, they eventually stopped worrying about it. Perhaps one doesn’t need many friends in life; Qiu Shuang only needed one or two confidants.

And it seemed that after starting university, their daughter’s friends had finally increased.

“Shuangshuang, come in quickly! your classmate has been waiting for you for a while.”

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