I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 75

Qi Sijiao fell silent. She felt she was somewhat of an idealist; she wanted everyone to know how wonderful and kind the person she liked was. Only those who were weak and incompetent would suppress the ones they loved while self-righteously believing they were doing the right thing.

It would be best if she didn’t find out that Chen Wanjun and Song Ya had done anything sinister—otherwise, she would definitely destroy them.

While these thoughts swirled in the depths of her mind, Qi Sijiao absentmindedly followed Qiu Shuang as they wandered aimlessly through the streets.

Qiu Shuang hadn’t eaten breakfast. She had been preoccupied with other matters and had no appetite at all. She sincerely felt as if these people were hunting her down one by one.

Just look at the one behind her—she had followed her all the way home. Qiu Shuang didn’t know how to get rid of her or what the girl was even doing. She couldn’t exactly hack her to death, either; she didn’t want to go to jail.

“Senior, why are there no people outside?”

Hearing Qi Sijiao’s voice, Qiu Shuang turned to look at her with a face full of bewilderment. In the dead of winter, who would be hanging around outside? Only two idiots like them would be wandering the streets.

“Who stays out in this cold? And you—when are you going home? It’s almost the Lunar New Year.”

At this, Qi Sijiao immediately shut her mouth and diverted the topic back to their surroundings. Although there weren’t many people on the main road, the morning market further ahead was actually quite lively.

It was Qi Sijiao’s first time seeing this kind of “long dragon” fleet of stalls. Though it wasn’t overly crowded, the sight of people squeezing past each other to haggle over goods felt very grounded and full of life.

“Let’s buy something.”

Looking at the kaleidoscope of items, Qi Sijiao spoke with genuine sincerity. In this moment, she felt as if they were a happy couple, decorating their home together. She felt they should buy something, no matter what it was.

Qiu Shuang had no idea what kind of whim the girl was having, but then she remembered that Qi Sijiao was likely from the South. In the South, there probably weren’t many of these rowdy, informal public gatherings.

“Buy something? What are you going to buy? Take it back as a local specialty?”

That was the only logic Qiu Shuang could find. She glanced at the market stalls—mostly food, grains, oils, and flour—and felt a bit dazed. Was she going to lug two bags of rice back home? Oh, how filial of her.

“No, it’s for you. Senior, what do you want? Everything looks so cheap; we can buy a lot.”

As she walked, Qi Sijiao became increasingly excited by the low prices on the stalls.

“Are you okay?”

Qiu Shuang felt that her initial assessment of the girl might have been slightly off. She seriously doubted whether the fool in front of her actually had the cunning to plot anything at her house.

Qiu Shuang now suspected that this big idiot had simply acted on a whim, bought a ticket, and rushed over here without even considering a return trip.

“Do you have a ticket to go home?”

“No.”

Hearing that answer, Qiu Shuang was truly speechless. In this peak travel season, with Spring Festival tickets selling out instantly, the girl hadn’t bought a ticket? Could she even get one now?

“Open your phone app right now and see if there are any tickets left.”

Without hesitation, Qi Sijiao tapped through her app. After a quick look, she turned to Qiu Shuang and nodded with total composure.

“None left.”

Qiu Shuang felt her blood pressure rising. How could someone be this stupid? What now? If she kicked her out, would it be safe for her to stay in a hotel alone? To be honest, she really didn’t want her staying at her house.

“I’m truly at a loss.”

Qiu Shuang’s mother didn’t find their early morning disappearance unusual. Young people do what they want, and she was just happy her daughter finally had a new friend—one she seemed to get along with quite well.

However, seeing Qiu Shuang return in a bad mood, the mother was confused, though she didn’t say anything in front of their guest.

At the lunch table, Qiu Shuang helplessly announced the “tragic” news. Her mother didn’t mind having a stranger spend the New Year with them; after all, the more the merrier during the holidays.

“It’s fine. Just stay here then. Wait until after the New Year when tickets are available. Xiao Qi isn’t local, and we don’t have much to do anyway. We can take you out to see the local sights.”

Qi Sijiao nodded obediently. Anyone who didn’t know better would think she was a model student. Qiu Shuang watched the girl’s sycophantic behavior and stayed quiet.

She preferred this; if the girl had embarrassed her mother, it would have been a huge headache.

After stealing a few glances, Qiu Shuang realized the girl had dyed her hair. That multi-colored mess had been returned to its original black.

Sighing inwardly, Qiu Shuang felt a twinge of guilt. She really hadn’t been paying the girl any attention—she hadn’t even noticed the hair color change. As a friend, she was definitely failing… but wait, thank goodness they weren’t friends.

“Thank you, Senior. I want to learn more about you.”

Back in Qiu Shuang’s room, once they were alone, the girl’s true nature resurfaced. Qiu Shuang didn’t know how she managed to walk that fine line; every time she felt like slapping her, the girl would switch modes, as if constantly testing her limits.

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary. Friends don’t need to know that much about each other. You just need to know I don’t break the law.”

“Furthermore, I don’t want you to ‘understand’ me. We are just ordinary roommates. The fact that you’re sitting here peacefully is the greatest courtesy I can offer. Do you really want to push things until we both lose face?”

Seeing that she was truly about to provoke Qiu Shuang, Qi Sijiao immediately backed down. She didn’t press the issue and instead steered the conversation back to school.

“Fine, fine. Let’s not talk about that. Do you remember the incident with the missing clothes?”

“I remember. What about it? Isn’t that matter almost resolved?”

Gu Lingxi had mentioned it to Qiu Shuang before, so she knew the gist of it: nothing more than some malicious competition. Why was Qi Sijiao bringing it up now? Was there a twist?

“It’s ‘resolved,’ but not entirely. Someone is protecting her. In the end, it’ll likely just be an apology or some compensation. At worst, she’ll be disqualified from the competition, but there won’t be any real consequences.”

This piqued Qiu Shuang’s interest. Although she didn’t know Tang Yulin well, anyone who dared to use Song Ya as a stepping stone to bring the matter to the Gu family certainly wasn’t the type to bow down for money.

As for the Gu family, Qiu Shuang didn’t know the insider details, but she guessed a clan like that wouldn’t be of one mind. How could it end so quickly?

Usually, they’d have to give something up. Who could possibly have the power to bail out this so-called Gu Xue so easily?

“How could it be over? Who else is protecting her?”

Qiu Shuang didn’t understand. She wasn’t fully privy to high society affairs, but she knew a fair amount. Song Ya never hid things from her, and Chen Wanjun would help her analyze situations. She usually knew about half of what was going on, but the Gu family side was still a bit of a mystery.

“You don’t know this person. Her name is Fang Weiyi. She has money and power, and most importantly, she loves Gu Xue.”

Qiu Shuang was even more confused. She didn’t mean to discriminate, but while Gu Xue was pretty, she wasn’t that stunning. As for her character, she had literally hired someone to hurt another person. What was left to love? Why would anyone spend so much to protect her? Unless…?

Qi Sijiao saw what Qiu Shuang was thinking and continued to explain.

“Fang Weiyi is a woman. They went to the same school. We don’t know exactly how they got together, but by the time anyone noticed, they were already ‘deeply in love’—the kind where they’d die for each other. No matter what Gu Xue does, Fang Weiyi mops up the mess.”

Qi Sijiao sounded a bit bitter as she spoke. In truth, she understood the situation even less than Qiu Shuang. But who can truly explain feelings? If they were easy to explain, there wouldn’t be so many people in the world suffering for love.

Including herself—refusing to go home for the New Year just to mess around at her Senior’s house.

“Who can say for sure with those two? But Gu Xue has grown some brains lately; she doesn’t dare do anything too extreme.”

Qi Sijiao wasn’t making excuses for her. She had seen that CEO of the Fang Group from a distance once, forcing Gu Xue’s head down to make her apologize.

Though it was satisfying to watch and the CEO was doing the right thing, in the eyes of a brainless troublemaker like Gu Xue, who knows what kind of scene she’ll cause later?

They weren’t suited for each other at all. One was an unreasonable troublemaker, and the other didn’t want her to suffer, yet possessed a shred of morality—always trying to compensate others while fishing her out of trouble.

Qi Sijiao felt that the two would either end up in jail together or suffer a total collapse.

Qiu Shuang just listened to it as gossip. In the end, none of this would fall on her head. She wouldn’t judge whether the upper class had brains or not.

Life was surreal enough as it was. Surrounded by a bunch of eccentrics already, she had no room to talk about others.

“You should keep checking. Go home if you can. Otherwise, your family probably won’t be very happy.”

Of course, Qiu Shuang wanted her to leave. For one, she didn’t want to share a room with her indefinitely—she didn’t want a repeat of their “freestyle wrestling” match.

She also thought Qi Sijiao’s family was incredibly carefree. Their daughter had publicly come out and run off to a woman’s house for the New Year when they weren’t even officially together.

What was this relationship? At most, it was a “pursuer and the pursued”—the “simp” version.

Qi Sijiao knew Qiu Shuang was showing her the door. She had come prepared; she never intended to go back. She had already told her family she wasn’t coming home, and they couldn’t stop her anyway.

Besides, she wasn’t lying. It was the truth: there were no tickets. Even if there were, she would have found a way to make sure they were “sold out.”

“Senior, I really can’t buy a ticket.”

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