I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 72

After a brief conversation with Qi Sijiao and learning that she was her daughter’s roommate, the mother’s attitude became even more enthusiastic.

Qiu Shuang, watching her mother take the lead in warming up the atmosphere, could say nothing. She smiled and, as if treating a friend, took Qi Sijiao’s hand and led her to sit beside her.

For some reason, Qi Sijiao felt a trace of something frightening in that inexplicable smile. She had a sinking feeling that she was finished; had she known better, she never would have made this move.

But since she was already here, there was no way to retreat. She could only steel herself and sit there to chat with the other woman.

“You really are quite clever.”

Qiu Shuang believed that in her interactions with Qi Sijiao, she hadn’t crossed any lines. She treated her entirely like a normal person, and the other should have returned her friendliness. Who would have thought it would end up in such an unseemly state?

Sometimes Qiu Shuang didn’t understand if she was having a streak of bad luck this year or if she had been cursed with “rotten peach blossoms.” Why did so many inexplicable people constantly appear around her, guarding their so-called admiration?

If Qiu Shuang were truly someone worthy of everyone’s love, why had it taken until today for so many people to like her?

Perhaps there were fewer lesbians in small towns, so the reference sample was limited.

Qiu Shuang didn’t know what to say. Facing her family, she felt an inevitable desire not to make her mother too sad, so she did her best to be a little nicer to Qi Sijiao, considering it a way of giving an account.

In her mother’s eyes, she finally had a “friend” and didn’t need to be worried about anymore.

Under the mother’s enthusiastic invitation, the two of them successfully ended up lying in the same room. Qiu Shuang had no way to resist; in any case, she couldn’t kick the guest out to sleep elsewhere.

Qiu Shuang stared at the ceiling, while Qi Sijiao was already consciously preparing to lie on the floor.

“Come up here.”

After saying this, Qiu Shuang turned over. While Qi Sijiao was still pondering how to lie down so her waist would feel better tomorrow, she heard what the other had said.

For a moment, Qi Sijiao felt a huge spark erupt in her heart. She cautiously picked up her quilt and lay down beside the other with great anticipation. She was afraid that the attitude the other had finally softened would suddenly turn cold again—especially since all these problems were of her own making.

It was because she couldn’t control herself that things had turned out this way.

“Why did you come here? How did you get my home address?”

“I asked a student from your major. I’m sorry. Actually, I just wanted to watch you from afar; I didn’t originally intend to come and disturb you.”

Qi Sijiao wasn’t saying this to be perfunctory or to lie. That was exactly what she had thought. She had arrived here much earlier than the other imagined, but she hadn’t gone straight to the door.

She had gone to the residential building opposite, rented a place where she could see Qiu Shuang’s home, and spent every day watching her window, observing everything about her. The other woman woke up very early, and at night, she seemed to be writing something at her desk.

Qi Sijiao knew what that was, because the other had kept that habit of writing in a diary back in the school dormitory. Even though she had done many bad things, she absolutely did not dare to peek at Qiu Shuang’s diary.

Or rather, it was cowardice. Qi Sijiao did not crave to pry into all the other’s secrets; she was only afraid that her own name might accidentally appear in those words. The emotions and events described alongside her name would make her break down.

Qi Sijiao wasn’t so narcissistic as to think those words would necessarily be beautiful, so she simply chose not to obsess over them and didn’t dare to look.

She watched where Qiu Shuang lived, living a seemingly flat and repetitive life. Her thoughts began to wander: Did Qiu Shuang know someone was watching her? Was she really happy staying at home?

What kind of environment had she lived in before? What had she experienced? What had happened recently to make her start keeping those notes again?

Qi Sijiao had actually watched for two whole days. In the end, it was a craving from the depths of her soul that made her knock on that door.

“Oh.”

Qiu Shuang didn’t know what to say about the other’s behavior. Since she didn’t have many high expectations, she didn’t harbor particularly dark thoughts either. Her initial expectation of Qi Sijiao was simple: just don’t hurt her.

So she didn’t appear particularly surprised.

However, Qiu Shuang’s favorability toward this junior could be said to have dropped to zero. She didn’t understand why the other was being so inexplicable, and these actions truly caused her great distress.

No one could accept a roommate they shared a roof with and got along well with suddenly telling them, out of the blue, that they had fallen in love with them.

After they had practically had a falling out, the other had run all the way here and even ended up lying in the same bed as her.

“I really don’t understand what you young people are thinking. Just like Xin Zhu—she also inexplicably likes me. What exactly are you liking? Is it just this face?”

As Qiu Shuang said this, she turned around. Qi Sijiao felt as if she were about to faint. The other was looking at her so closely; in the dim moonlight, she could only see that snow-white skin and those shining eyes.

Yes, she had to admit it. Qi Sijiao had to admit she was essentially a “beauty-obsessed demon,” which was why she kept pestering the other so inexplicably.

She craved to embrace her, loved the physical intimacy with her skin, but deep down, Qi Sijiao was also craving something more.

She wanted the other’s warmth, her beauty. If a mere stranger or an average acquaintance could receive so much grace…

If they were fully together, wouldn’t the other be even more doting?

Beginning with the skin and ending with her character, Qi Sijiao felt she was going crazy. Her craving for Qiu Shuang only deepened with the passage of time and her growing understanding of her.

“It’s not like that, Senior. When I first saw you, I fell in love at first sight, but that kind of very superficial liking wouldn’t last long. What I truly like is your personality and your beautiful character.”

“My main purpose in coming here was to know how you lived here in the past—the traces of your life that I didn’t participate in. Perhaps I don’t have the right; after all, our relationship is ‘roommate’ at best and ‘stranger’ at worst. You can say I’m delusional. I always think that if I had met you earlier, maybe the thing with Chen Wanjun wouldn’t have happened.”

“If you were willing to be with me now, if you loved me, I would definitely not fail you. We would be a happy, perfect couple.”

Qiu Shuang almost laughed out loud when she heard this. She didn’t know what to say. Judging by this speech, the other seemed to be a truly devoted lover, but her words and actions didn’t seem to follow the same blueprint.

“Why do you all like me? Am I someone really worth liking?”

Qi Sijiao felt a bit happy hearing Qiu Shuang say this. She thought that at least this trip wasn’t in vain; she could have a long talk through the night and learn more about where she had fallen short.

“Sometimes I think you all are very hypocritical because you only seem to like my face. Yes, you admitted it, and isn’t Xin Zhu the same? There’s no difference between the two of you, except you’re a bit braver. If I were really with you, I’m afraid you would soon grow tired of the old and throw me away for the new.”

“I wouldn’t! How could I ever throw you away? Senior, I’m not that kind of person. I don’t know who is spreading rumors about me behind my back, but believe me, I would never do that. I know I’ve done many wrong things that made you have no favorable impression of me. I accept that you don’t like me because there’s no feeling, but I don’t accept it being because of those strange rumors.”

Qiu Shuang looked into those eyes and she really wanted to laugh. She remembered the text message a stranger had sent her. At the time, Qiu Shuang thought it was a prank and never imagined it would matter, but now she was glad she had the habit of keeping everything.

In it were pictures of Qi Sijiao interacting intimately with other women. What an interesting thing—as if “love” never stopped. The types of girls the other had been ambiguous with all seemed to be the same type as her. One couldn’t help but say she was “true to her original heart.”

“You are actually all selfish ghosts.”

Qi Sijiao fell into silence after hearing Qiu Shuang say this. What right did she have to argue? She was a fickle person.

She treated love like a hunting game, like the fiercest lion on the savanna, often trying to prove her authority after the prey appeared.

Qi Sijiao’s “exes” probably weren’t even considered exes in her eyes; they were just a few girls she got along with. She didn’t understand why everyone criticized her in the end. She had never actively given anyone a formal status; it was always others who threw themselves at her. What else could she do?

Qi Sijiao didn’t even know if she truly “liked” them. She just liked their appearance. Yes, she liked everything beautiful in this world, so she was willing to be with them.

Qi Sijiao looked down on Gu Lingxi and Xin Zhu, but in essence, the three of them were actually the same kind of person.

“I’m sorry. In the past, I was too young and didn’t think much. I just did what I saw them doing. But you can’t sentence me to death because of that.”

Qiu Shuang really didn’t know how to deal with such a person. She felt she had made herself clear enough, so what else was there to explain?

She wasn’t close to her. Did these people who inexplicably liked her truly know Qiu Shuang? Did they know those deeper secrets that she could even use to deceive herself?

They were like her father, only liking the version of her on the surface—the gentle, peaceful, pretty, beautiful, and intelligent woman. A wife who never took things too seriously, a mother who always pampered her children, as if turning Qiu Shuang into a strange fusion.

“Fine, I have nothing more to say.”

Qiu Shuang simply felt there was nothing left to discuss. She didn’t want to debate this issue anymore, as she realized the other’s focus was different from what she imagined. Perhaps she really couldn’t keep up with the trends of the times and could no longer understand certain things.

Qiu Shuang admitted her own self-confidence. After all, anyone would be somewhat happy to find themselves surrounded by many beautiful people. But that didn’t mean she could indefinitely accept being besieged and harassed by them.

Reaching this point today could be considered an explosion of Qiu Shuang’s “beauty-lover” attribute—her tolerance had been built up step by step.

“That’s enough from you all.”

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