I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 83

“Sometimes keeping things as they are isn’t bad. At least there are no great storms, and one can adapt to changes as they come.”

Qiu Shuang looked at her original hairstyle in the mirror and smiled. How could she not understand what the other woman was expressing?

Actually, at this point, Qiu Shuang found it somewhat laughable. She had rarely competed with anyone. In the past, Chen Wanjun’s strange sense of “female rivalry” toward her was because of grades; Chen Wanjun was afraid of being replaced by Qiu Shuang. Aside from that, Qiu Shuang had truly never encountered this strange feeling.

After all, she rarely mingled in so-called “circles,” and the friends around her were always the same few. Qiu Shuang truly knew nothing about those bizarre occurrences.

Even between love rivals, Qiu Shuang didn’t quite understand it, because to a certain extent, she was proud. Qiu Shuang was not a person prone to making things difficult for herself.

Therefore, during her long-term interactions with Chen Wanjun, she discovered the desire in the other’s eyes before the other did. Qiu Shuang didn’t care about these things; humans are inherently creatures of desire. If the other person had no desires or demands regarding her, then her “conquest difficulty” would have been even harder.

Sometimes, progress was much better. Back then, Qiu Shuang could be said to have tried every possible means to mold herself into a version the other person would like.

Thinking back now, one couldn’t exactly call it stupid; after all, people always do strange things.

Qi Sijiao didn’t understand why Qiu Shuang had suddenly and inexplicably opened her heart. She wasn’t mentally prepared to receive this “giant pie,” but compared to these things, she felt the most shocked by something else.

Qi Sijiao discovered that this family had accepted her mysterious addition far too quickly.

Any normal person would have a sour expression upon finding a stranger joining a private gathering of a family with only a few members.

Even if she claimed to be a so-called friend—honestly, is a junior’s friend really that important? Qi Sijiao didn’t understand. If she had brought someone to her own home without notifying her parents, and that person inexplicably said they were staying for the New Year…

She probably wouldn’t be able to accept it, and her parents certainly wouldn’t either.

So, what Qi Sijiao found miraculous was that she could feel this couple was sincere and considerate toward her, without the slightest hint of finding it strange that a stranger had joined their family gathering.

In fact, at certain moments, Qi Sijiao could sense that when she was present, the Aunt’s mood was even more pleasant. This could only prove one thing: there was definitely a huge issue with the structure of Qiu Shuang’s family, but Qi Sijiao was temporarily unclear where the problem lay.

Perhaps the truth of everything was buried in those strange photos where no one loved to smile, that watch that was inexplicably worn all the time, or the taciturn father who had practically vanished within the household.

Qi Sijiao had seen many problematic families, but they all shared one premise: no matter what kind of family they were, they had a representativeness, which was a unified front against the outside.

No matter what happened, they were a small clique; after all, the bloodline was there. But this family seemed as if their separation was a limitation. Perhaps they really were united, yet strangely, someone like her was graciously accepted upon entering, as if Qi Sijiao were a part of this family who had only briefly left and now returned—it was all nonsensical.

“I thought you would especially hate me. After all, I’m a stranger, yet I’m staying here for the New Year and disturbing your family reunion.”

Qiu Shuang fell somewhat silent upon hearing Qi Sijiao say this. She didn’t know what to say. Should she explain her strange family to the other? Their relationship hadn’t seemingly reached that stage.

What was more interesting was that Qiu Shuang hadn’t expected the other person to actually feel embarrassed. A person who inexplicably blocked someone’s door without notice would actually feel embarrassed—it sounded as absurd as a murderer claiming to be innocent after stabbing someone.

“Is there any use in being angry? Haven’t you already entered this house, and even ended up lying in the same bed as me?”

Qiu Shuang never indulged in “after-the-fact” complaints. If there was an issue, she solved it on the spot. Since she had already allowed the other to stay, she would absolutely not settle this old score in the future.

Because no matter how much resentment there was, it probably ended here. What kind of person would keep themselves suspended by hatred? That sounded terrible.

Of course, the premise of all this was that the anger and fire brought about by the other’s behavior had not nearly reached the threshold in Qiu Shuang’s heart.

Furthermore, the other person wasn’t entirely useless; at least Qi Sijiao’s arrival made Qiu Shuang’s mother happy for a short while.

The mother was very satisfied with this inexplicable friend. As for the other’s New Year visit, in the eyes of Qiu Shuang’s parents, they were probably even happier; after all, abandoning one’s own family to come to their home was perhaps seen as a very deep sentiment in Qiu Shuang’s mother’s heart.

Unfortunately, Qiu Shuang couldn’t speak the truth. This so-called sentiment was actually fake, nothing more than a bit of greed.

But that was enough. At least this New Year became unparalleled. At least in her mother’s heart, after this year passed, she would be very relieved—at least she briefly believed her daughter had finally made a new friend.

As for the pain, tears, and blood, none of it mattered. After all, the most important thing for a family is the most beautiful harmony on the surface. As for who is suffering and who is happy, it isn’t important.

“It’s just that you came at a really good time. They like you a lot, because your appearance seems to prove that some things aren’t that important, and many things seem capable of being changed. They really like that feeling, so I don’t have to feel guilty anymore.”

Qi Sijiao understood the hint. Qiu Shuang was asking her to continue being a qualified friend—at least outwardly, she had to behave that way. She could feel that the words the other spoke weren’t exactly good; Qiu Shuang’s “stopping at the point” already proved everything.

The other was unwilling to mention it further, so she could only dig for it herself, even though what she dug up might always have a discrepancy with the truth. After all, words can never describe real emotions.

Only through oral tradition can the most authentic things be passed down, but Qi Sijiao could only remain silent. Perhaps she was also dreaming, hoping that one day, Qiu Shuang would personally tell her those things.

Qiu Shuang, of course, could not tell the other these private matters. To be honest, in this superficially harmonious family, the relationships weren’t actually that good.

Keeping the other person was, on one hand, for happiness, and on the other hand, actually for safety.

No matter how much Qiu Shuang disliked someone, she wouldn’t wish for them to die. In a situation where there were no train tickets, letting the other travel across several provinces back to their home in winter was practically murder.

More importantly, the fact that the other’s family hadn’t called for so long meant that everything had actually been arranged.

There were also some calculations on the other’s part, but at this point, it was no longer important. Since things had already reached this stage, she could only go along with it. Qiu Shuang just silently made a note of it against the other; after all, she truly disliked this kind of person who was good at calculating.

Actually, a few nights ago when the other was doing that “seduction” stuff and making inexplicable comments, if it had been in the school dormitory, Qiu Shuang really would have kicked her out.

It wasn’t a big deal anyway; standing in the hallway for a while would have sufficed.

But in this situation, no matter what happened, a young girl in a strange place—ensuring the other’s safety was the most basic morality.

Though Qiu Shuang didn’t know what the other’s family was thinking, why they didn’t even care when their child didn’t come home for the New Year.

But she blindly guessed that perhaps a rich family wouldn’t care about these things. As for being trapped by entanglements or family disputes, Qiu Shuang didn’t think about it anymore; after all, in such a family atmosphere, it would be hard to raise a confident fool like Qi Sijiao.

Thinking of this, Qiu Shuang remembered those rare moments of tenderness from the past; after all, not everything starts out broken.

When she was in school before, her father was also willing to drive for several hours, traveling thousands of miles just to see her. Her mother was also willing to make a non-repeating breakfast every morning for the sake of so-called nutritional meals and the words of those strange experts, while she herself was only willing to eat steamed buns.

And regarding education, Qiu Shuang could swear to heaven that her parents definitely hadn’t wronged her. There was no need to say more about the rest; she was already much luckier than others.

“Senior, have other people been to your house too?”

Qi Sijiao asked curiously in a “sideways” manner, trying to see if she could make an experimental comparison to see what was going on. Was Qiu Shuang sensitive only to the word “friend,” or was she sensitive only to her specifically?

“Of course there have been others. I’m not a caveman, of course other people have visited. It’s just that an inexplicably person who runs to someone else’s house for the New Year like you is definitely the first.”

Qi Sijiao didn’t argue after hearing this. She knew there must be others; that was a given. But she was more curious about how many, what kind of people they were, and at what period. Before Qi Sijiao could finish, she heard Qiu Shuang continue to answer her as if lost in thought.

“The most frequent visitor was Chen Wanjun. You’re the third, I suppose, since there was also Song Ya, but Song Ya came less frequently. Her total time here probably isn’t as much as yours; she usually just waited for me downstairs.”

Qi Sijiao felt her face twist a bit. In fact, she felt she could probably never forget Chen Wanjun; even though she wanted to throw the other away, she really couldn’t do it.

But as the authoritative “ancestor,” as the white moonlight, after doing such shameless things and not being completely discarded, Qi Sijiao was actually quietly dying of jealousy.

They had done roughly the same things, yet because of that bit of history, there was a different treatment between the two. Senior had even slapped her twice; why was there a different attitude when it came to the other person?

Qiu Shuang felt that bringing friends home was, honestly, neither rare nor strange. It was just that there was only one person as shameless as Qi Sijiao.

And look at her—at the mention of Chen Wanjun, the other’s face turned as sour as a lemon.

Qiu Shuang said this intentionally. Seeing how shameless the other was, she had to annoy her a bit, otherwise, the other would be stepping all over her head in a moment.

“Of course, not everyone is as thick-skinned as you. I’ve truly never heard of going to someone else’s house for the New Year.”

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