Don't Say You're Heartless (Modern Edition)

69 Talk

"What can you even do?" Although Chen Siqi was inexperienced, she could tell that Shen Qiuhua was not a brute like Yang Qiong. With those slender arms and legs, it didn't seem like she could handle anything.

Just as Yang Qiong was about to speak, Shen Qiuhua pulled her back. It looked like Qiuhua was about to make a move, and Yang Qiong watched with anticipation.

"I can't do much, but I do know you're no longer a virgin."

Chen Siqi was stunned at first, and then her face flushed red. She shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not making things up. And if I were you, I wouldn't be shouting so loudly. Do you want everyone to know?" Shen Qiuhua remained seated calmly on the sofa, but the powerful aura emanating from her was undeniable.

Chen Siqi bit her lip, glaring at Shen Qiuhua. "Who told you?"

Shen Qiuhua and Yang Qiong exchanged a glance, and it was clear Chen Siqi had just admitted to it. In such an open society, this wasn't a particularly shocking revelation, but given Chen Siqi's extreme reaction, there had to be more to the story.

"Don't worry about who told me. Why don't you start by explaining the situation? Your father went to great lengths to find Yang Qiong, so this seems quite complicated." Playing mind games with a little girl was effortless for Shen Qiuhua, she didn't need to use her full wits to have her spinning in circles.

Chen Siqi pulled up a chair and sat down, her gaze eventually settling on Yang Qiong. "I've always disliked you."

"The feeling is mutual," Yang Qiong replied bluntly.

"Can you really help me?"

Yang Qiong tapped the armrest of the sofa. "You haven't told us anything yet."

Chen Siqi frowned. "You have to promise me you won't tell my dad about this. At least, not everything."

Before Yang Qiong could respond, Shen Qiuhua spoke, "That will be for us to decide. Miss Chen, you're in no position to bargain. Unless you can solve this yourself and put your father's mind at ease, even if we leave, he'll just send more people. And the more people he sends, the more your situation will become public."

The unwavering firmness in Shen Qiuhua's voice even took Yang Qiong by surprise. She hadn't seen this side of her in a long time.

"Ugh, so annoying!" Chen Siqi complained, lowering her head as if calculating something. At that moment, her phone buzzed— likely a text message. She glanced at it, then continued thinking. After a while, she looked up. "Fine, you win. I'll tell you everything. But if you don't solve this, don't expect to get paid a single cent."

This kind of threat... the two women on the sofa could only shake their heads in exasperation.

"I have a friend I'm close to..." Chen Siqi began recounting her story.

Like many kids from wealthy families, she had several friends from similarly affluent backgrounds. They would regularly hang out, eat, drink, travel, and have fun together. This group had been close for two or three years, with some friendships lasting four or five years. They all knew each other well and got along great. But a few months ago, a boy named Qiu Yang joined their group, and things began to change. Qiu Yang was 22, claiming to be a university graduate. His family was in business, and his parents both lived abroad. He said he was just spending a few years in the country before heading overseas himself. One of Chen Siqi's close male friends had introduced him. After hanging out with him a few times, everyone agreed that Qiu Yang's demeanor and behavior fit well with their group. More importantly, he was incredibly handsome—the bright, sunny kind of handsome.