I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 94

Song Ya had never imagined herself serving someone else; after all, in her cognition, she was always the one being served.

On the rare occasions she did look after others, it was invariably due to her own hidden motives. Strictly speaking, Song Ya was not as noble as she imagined herself to be.

“Are you saying that you’ve fallen in love with Shuangshuang?”

Song’s father was not a pedantic man. Regarding whom his daughter might choose to love in the future, he didn’t hold any particular prejudice.

Moreover, a lesbian relationship was entirely different from a gay one between men. If one had to mention the continuation of the family line, truthfully, women held the primary power over life itself, so to him, whoever she was with didn’t really have an impact.

He was merely curious. According to his observations, his daughter didn’t have so-called romantic inclinations. The only person who could make her this bewildered was likely the girl she grew up with, Qiu Shuang.

However, Song’s father never expected his daughter to fall in love with her. It wasn’t that he looked down on Qiu Shuang, but rather he found it startling. Based on his past observations, his daughter didn’t seem to have much genuine affection for this girl named Qiu Shuang.

“Yes, I’ve thought about it for a long time. I probably like Qiu Shuang, but I know that she and I can seemingly never be together. She only ever sees me as a friend. What should I do?”

Song Tianci didn’t know what the father and daughter were discussing until she walked past and fell into silence upon hearing that sentence.

Song Tianci looked down at her daughter. The girl had recently returned from the research institute; if it were a question about academics, such things were never a trouble for Song Tianci.

But facing the aspect of love, Song Tianci had to admit she lacked experience, as she had always been the one pursued.

When it came to pursuing others, perhaps only Song’s father had some experience. Recalling the process of him pursuing her, Song Tianci also fell into a rare silence.

She didn’t want her daughter to use such a humiliating method, and furthermore, Song Tianci didn’t actually believe her daughter was truly in love.

“Are you certain your feelings for Qiu Shuang are love? To be honest, you’ve never dated before, nor have you shown any lesbian tendencies. In your understanding, you don’t like girls in general; you only like Qiu Shuang specifically. But from my perspective, your feelings for her might not be love.”

Hearing this, Song Ya looked up at her mother standing at the door.

Song Tianci understood how long these two girls had spent together. Their friendship stretched from middle school and high school all the way to university. Her daughter had even requested they donate money to the other girl’s school just so Qiu Shuang could live in a better dormitory.

Song Tianci didn’t know how to evaluate her own daughter. As the child she gave birth to, she had been busy with scientific research in the early years, while Song’s father only knew how to indulge her. The child’s temperament was not very good; to put it nicely, she was like a proud little princess.

To put it harshly, she was excessively self-centered. However, given their family’s circumstances, it wasn’t a huge problem for a child to be a bit arrogant.

When Song Ya and Qiu Shuang became friends, they hadn’t neglected to investigate. Finding that the girl came from a clean background and had excellent grades, they let things take their course.

However, Song Tianci held a skeptical attitude toward Song Ya’s mysterious “love.” She didn’t believe her daughter had the capacity to love someone; truthfully, perhaps these words sounded a bit cruel.

But Song Tianci felt that, from an outsider’s perspective, her daughter’s feelings for Qiu Shuang weren’t love, but merely a sense of possessiveness—just like when she once vowed to be the other girl’s only best friend.

“I don’t think you love her, Ya Ya. Perhaps you think I don’t know what you’re thinking, since we aren’t aware of many of your interactions. I think you should seriously consider whether your feelings for Qiu Shuang are love or just so-called possessiveness. If it’s possessiveness, I hope you don’t take that step. Your whim is something you can easily drop, but for that child, it wouldn’t be a good thing.”

Seeing his wife state her position, Song’s father fell into silence. In his understanding, if you liked someone very much, you had to win them over; if you couldn’t, you had to put in ten thousand times the effort so that later you could at least say you tried your best.

But perhaps he had made things too simple. Once Song Tianci spoke, he suddenly felt that the sooner this relationship ended, the better.

“Ya Ya, I think what your mother says is right. You’re still too young to understand what true love is. If you really liked her, that would be one thing, but if it’s really the possessiveness your mother mentioned, you’d better wake up.”

Song’s father found it difficult to describe what love was. It was something that couldn’t be explained with specific words or actions, but he thought of the inner fluttering and frantic pursuit he felt when he first met Song Tianci, and he roughly understood.

But regarding the love for that little girl his daughter spoke of, truthfully, he hadn’t seen it. To him, their past interactions looked more like a transaction.

Perhaps saying this sounded harsh or made him seem cold and heartless, but facts proved that from his perspective, the relationship between Qiu Shuang and Song Ya was a simple trade.

It was just that this trade wasn’t out in the open. That little girl, Qiu Shuang, acted as a follower to his daughter, and his daughter occasionally spent some money on her and acted as her backer. It was that simple.

If one said that interactions between people were completely devoid of interest or benefit, that would be too fake—at least, that’s what Song’s father believed.

Seeing her father and mother’s sudden questioning, Song Ya instantly felt discouraged. Why? If she fell in love with someone, shouldn’t her parents support her immediately?

Was it because the person she liked was a girl? Was Qiu Shuang not perfect enough? Was she being disqualified simply because of gender?

“I don’t understand! I don’t care about love versus possessiveness! I want to be with her! I want to be the number one person in Qiu Shuang’s life! But I don’t know why… back in middle and high school I could still control it, but after university, we weren’t in the same place, and so many inexplicable people appeared. They all wanted to snatch her from me!”

“And me? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to just calmly watch Qiu Shuang be with someone else and then throw me to the back of her mind?!”

As Song Ya spoke, she began to cry miserably. She was someone who vented her temper whenever she felt it, never restraining herself. At this moment, Song Ya felt she was extremely wronged.

From childhood to adulthood, Song Ya had never bowed her head or easily changed for anyone. She knew her personality was bad and self-centered, but her wealthy family background gave her enough confidence to do anything she wanted.

But as it turned out, perhaps love makes one lost, or rather, the act of seeking love itself requires one to make changes.

“Alright, alright, my precious daughter, please don’t cry. Come, come, wipe your tears.”

Seeing Song Ya cry, all the logic and debating in Song’s father’s mind vanished. He hurried to take out a tissue to wipe his daughter’s tears, while Song Tianci’s expression grew increasingly grim.

“That’s enough. Hold back your tears. Tears won’t solve any of your problems. If you feel that she put you second after getting a lover, then I’ll be honest, Ya Ya—you were never that important in her world to begin with. Interactions between people are mutual. Of course, we don’t know the details of what happened between you.”

“But the fact that you have this worry is because you know deep down that you don’t rank very high in her heart. I don’t know if it’s your problem or hers, but since things have reached this point, you’d better let go as soon as possible.”

After Song Tianci finished speaking, she looked at Song’s father, who was busy coaxing their daughter and trying to find a solution.

“Thinking about it now, it’s also my fault. I probably didn’t educate you well, and your father only knew how to indulge you at home. To be honest, I trust your temper; you would definitely not be bullied by others. Reaching this point today only proves one thing: you were the one bullying her, weren’t you?”

Hearing Song Tianci say this, Song Ya fell into a rare silence. The fragile truth she wanted to hide was like thin paper, punctured with a single touch. When Song’s father heard his wife say this, he also roughly understood what was going on.

Feelings between people are never about coercion; they don’t change just because you provide money.

“Ya Ya, if it’s really as your mother said… truthfully, I’m very disappointed…”

Seeing Song Ya’s silence, Song Tianci sighed and then turned to leave. Song Ya’s silence had already proven everything; it was exactly as she thought.

The main reason for this so-called unstable relationship was that her daughter had cheated.

Can a relationship that begins with deception and trickery lead to a so-called happy ending? Song Tianci didn’t know.

She simply thought for a moment and then returned to her study to check what exactly was going on. Just as she sat down and opened her computer, Song’s father followed her in. The two of them faced each other silently and lowered their heads.

They thought they were failed parents.

One for the sake of business, one for the sake of research—this had led their child to where she was today. Perhaps compared to other rich, idle youths, their daughter was already outstanding enough.

But at least regarding these matters, Song Ya might be a “good person” in high society, but in a general sense, she seemingly was not.

“Emotions… who can truly explain them?”

Qiu Shuang was unaware of the entanglements from different parts of the world. She sighed and logged onto the internet again. Seeing the several consecutive messages of concern from the other party, she quickly replied.

In a distant city, Zhang Heming didn’t know what had happened to Qiu Shuang. She only knew that her good friend, “Qiu Feng,” hadn’t replied to her messages for a long time.

Zhang Heming didn’t believe in online romance, nor did she trust the person at the end of a fragile internet connection. However, through their long-term interaction, she and the other person were talking better and better, and their hearts seemed to be drawing closer.

Every time a sprout germinated in her heart and was about to be born, Zhang Heming would completely pinch it to death.

“Do not indulge in delusions.”

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