I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 86

“Those people who still miss me after we broke up? To be honest, I don’t want to comment on my former lovers; it would make me seem base. I can only say that in matters of the heart, there is no right or wrong. If the Senior rejected me for these reasons, I have nothing left to say, though I do feel it’s a pity.”

Xin Zhu looked at Qiu Shuang, sounding perfectly justified, as if everything she said were the absolute truth. Qiu Shuang looked back at her; the other girl’s gaze was incredibly sincere, as if she truly had been maliciously slandered.

Unfortunately, Qiu Shuang had already seen the darker side of her. If it hadn’t been for that secret filming incident, perhaps she really would have trusted her unconditionally. It was a shame—there is no such thing as a perfect person in this world.

Striving too hard for self-consistency only results in losing the grounding sense of reality.

“I would rather the Senior reject me because there’s no spark, or because she thinks my character is flawed, rather than simply dismissing my individual efforts because of things that happened in my past.”

“In the past, I hadn’t met you yet. It’s normal behavior to date when one is young and their heart is first stirring. But now, I have absolutely nothing to do with them. Of course, all power of choice lies with the Senior. After all, I am the one who likes you; whatever response you give me, I should accept it calmly.”

Qiu Shuang watched the seemingly earnest Xin Zhu. She felt this girl was a bit smarter than Qi Sijiao—she didn’t pour oil on the fire, didn’t counterattack, and didn’t get angry. She fit the persona of a victim perfectly.

Xin Zhu was very clever, but Qiu Shuang was no fool. After obtaining certain pieces of information from Qi Sijiao, she had connected many dots.

Why would that junior student film her? The answer was already in Qiu Shuang’s heart; she just lacked the final, concrete evidence. Now, Qi Sijiao had dragged everything out into the light, and Qiu Shuang was no longer a simple, naive girl.

She didn’t believe the other girl had some “supernatural constitution” where trouble occurred every time she went to the restroom. They were just ordinary college students, not master detectives.

The truth was likely singular: all of this was Xin Zhu’s calculation. Thinking of this, Qiu Shuang shook her head. She truly hadn’t realized her own charm was so great that it warranted such elaborate schemes.

“Fine. I agree with what you’ve said, Junior. I won’t judge you solely on your past girlfriends; I will make a final judgment based on a comprehensive view of things. Right now, I only want to know one thing: Was the girl who filmed me arranged by you?”

“Senior, what do you mean by that? You can’t just pin the blame on me just because I was the only one by your side, or because your kidnapping happened while I was in the restroom.”

After Xin Zhu finished speaking, her eyes brightened for a moment.

“If you ask me, there are many people who would want to do such a thing. For instance, your best friend—that expert dancer, Song Ya.”

“Junior, what are you implying now? Why is our conversation suddenly involving a third person?”

Qiu Shuang was puzzled by the shift in target. She thought Xin Zhu would push the blame onto Qi Sijiao or Gu Lingxi, but she never expected her to throw Song Ya under the bus.

She believed no one in the world understood Song Ya better than she did. Even Song Ya’s parents were ignorant of her dark core.

Qiu Shuang knew clearly that Song Ya would never do something so meaningless. After all, Song Ya believed she already had a complete hold over Qiu Shuang.

In reality, the relationship between the two of them seemed impossible to untangle or sever.

Qiu Shuang had once truly considered Song Ya her best partner. But as bad things happened and she grew as a person—seeing the wider world—she realized the kind of mental abuse she had suffered.

She indulged the other girl, yet she also missed the kindness Song Ya had shown her during their childhood memories. Thus, their situation was awkwardly stuck.

As long as they didn’t break the surface, they could continue being “best friends” for a lifetime. Couldn’t they?

Regarding this shift of blame, Qiu Shuang would never believe it. Song Ya was indeed “bad,” but she absolutely valued such things. Qiu Shuang knew in her heart that in Song Ya’s eyes, she was the most precious private possession.

How could a master allow their treasure to be filmed by others at will? After all, overexposed collectibles lose their value.

“Junior, you’re looking for trouble in the wrong place. Song Ya would never do something like that.”

“What? Senior, then how could she do something as filthy as hurting you, PUA-ing you, or even trying to domesticate you? Or is it that you truly see her as so important that even knowing she’s done so many disgusting things, you’re still willing to be her friend?”

Hearing Xin Zhu say this, Qiu Shuang’s gaze turned icy. She observed this junior she hadn’t previously taken seriously.

In the past, Qiu Shuang only cared about her seemingly sincere adoration and meticulous attentiveness. She quite liked that earnest pursuit.

But facts proved that such things always seemed to break at a certain moment.

“You say Song Ya did bad things behind my back, but what evidence do you have? The things we’ve been through aren’t something that can be easily decided by words.”

Qiu Shuang didn’t want to say it, but human emotions were complex. Sometimes, you can’t just abandon someone because you want to. Sometimes, love is heavier than hate.

They had long since stopped truly “seeing” each other, though the rejection was on Qiu Shuang’s end alone. But when it came to proving the other had done something bad to her, Qiu Shuang fell silent. Because on the road to growing up, that person had also been her umbrella, protecting her all the way here.

“Senior, there’s probably a lot you don’t know. Your good bestie Song Ya, your good roommate Qi Sijiao, and your other friends all have private contact with each other—all for your sake.”

“Thank you for the reminder. For the first time in my life, I feel so charming. I thought I was some Imperial Jade Seal being fought over by all of you. Also, I actually know about the things you’ve done to me. I’m a year older than you; I haven’t lived those years for nothing. You think I’m simple and gentle, easy to manipulate, so you chose me to use in your struggle against Qi Sijiao. That was truly foolish of you.”

Qiu Shuang looked at Xin Zhu with a gaze full of coldness. Regarding Xin Zhu’s words, she maintained a sliver of self-respect, but offered not a hint of concern.

“You all think you know me so well, but are you sure you know the real me, or just the disguise I show you? Who can say for sure? I actually quite like your brain; you’re a ruthless person. But this just proves we aren’t a match. Though you might be good at pretending for a lifetime, I don’t have enough interest to play ‘cosplay’ with you.”

Xin Zhu watched the other girl’s obvious outburst without any surprise. She simply smiled and looked at Qiu Shuang.

“To be honest, Senior, I didn’t want our conversation to end up like this. Actually, about half an hour has passed since we started talking… do you not feel any physical discomfort?”

Qiu Shuang was confused by Xin Zhu’s words until she saw that strange smile. Finally, she laughed.

“So you really were the one behind the filming and the ruined clothes. You’re even worse than I imagined—a cold-hearted child.”

As she finished the sentence, Qiu Shuang’s head began to feel heavy and groggy. She felt like a stringed puppet, following the other’s commands, led to a strange room.

Qiu Shuang’s final memory was of Xin Zhu looking at her face.

“So all my motives were discovered by the Senior? You’re a bit smarter than I imagined. Well, there’s no other way then—I’ll just have to lock you up. I didn’t want to do something like ‘mental domestication,’ but if it means I can have you, I don’t mind taking the risk.”

Qiu Shuang went missing. Qi Sijiao was the first to realize.

She believed in how much the Senior cared about her studies; it was impossible for her to mysteriously take a leave of absence so soon after the semester started.

But no matter who Qi Sijiao asked—even Qiu Shuang’s parents—the result was the same: she had personally applied for a short break.

Looking at the messages she had sent that remained unreturned, Qi Sijiao clenched her fist.

Was it all her fault? Because of her, the Senior temporarily didn’t want to come back and face these things.

Song Ya sat in the classroom, staring at the unreplied messages on her phone, her knuckles turning white. The girl had gone traveling.

Song Ya was surprised by this. In her impression, Qiu Shuang was a frugal person who never had large expenses. Why would she suddenly run off to travel? At this thought, Song Ya felt like punching something.

Thinking of the possibility, Song Ya could hardly breathe. Had Qiu Shuang betrayed the agreement between the two of them?

Was she running away because she didn’t want to face her?

“I really don’t know what you were thinking, but I would never have told Qiu Shuang. To her, that would be a secondary blow. After all, she truly considered you a friendly companion. And you, this friend, not only failed to help her escape her predicament and constraints… I never thought you could be so vile. You and Chen Wanjun are both bastards. Back in school, I always thought you were good people willing to hang out with her. Looking back, the two of you are quite a pair.”

Lu Chen sat across the table, accusing the two in front of him without restraint. The two remained silent; Song Ya, in particular, didn’t dare utter a single word.

After all, she was the mastermind of that plan. Chen Wanjun was merely an accomplice. She was the worst of them all.

“What’s the use of saying all that now? Qiu Shuang has already pretended to forget; she doesn’t want to face our history anymore. Everyone is responsible for things reaching this point. Do you mean to say you have no fault at all? You were her deskmate; you spent so much time with her. How did you not notice? And then what?”

Hearing this, Song Ya smiled. Deskmates for three years of high school—so what?

The other person was just like her—knowing nothing, knowing only those trivial things that were nothing more than a joke. Did he really think he was some important character?

“It seems you’re nothing special either. You know nothing; you only know how to sit here and be angry. Just stay in your place.”

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