Reborn into the Obsessive Love of a Dark and Twisted Shadow Queen - Chapter 15

Late at night, Su Shiyu was still busy reviewing the script her teacher had assigned. Just like Chu Xueyi’s class, hers also had a video project.

However, their class was nothing like Chu Xueyi’s star-studded group, which was filled with campus celebrities. Even their rehearsals were grand affairs, full of fanfare and excitement.

Su Shiyu’s class had only just finished selecting roles and distributing scripts.

She had barely read a few pages when her phone vibrated on the table. Su Shiyu answered the call and quickly stepped out onto the dormitory balcony.

Why does he always take his calls away from us?

The other students in the four-person dorm began whispering as soon as she left. With only four people, their relationships weren’t as complicated.

Moreover, since triangles are the most stable geometric shapes, not quadrilaterals, Su Shiyu had almost naturally been excluded from the group.

Still, because she was kind-hearted, no major conflicts had ever erupted in the dorm.

Unlike other dorms that occasionally erupted into World War II-level chaos, with sporadic arguments and conflicts escalating into full-blown brawls, this one remained remarkably peaceful.

It was so calm that even the cockroaches hiding in corners, secretly feasting on scraps, risked being exposed.

Who knows?

But I heard… she even went to Chu Xueyi with flowers.

Do you think they’re… you know, like that?

Chu Xueyi’s orientation had been a topic of endless speculation throughout college, as she never publicly declared her preferences.

So what if they are? So what if they aren’t?

Anyway, Chu Xueyi and Ji Qingshu are super close now. With Ji Qingshu by her side, why would she even consider Su Shiyu?

That girl? She’s practically broke! She’s always hitting up Chu Xueyi to buy her luxury goods just to show off. Only a clueless, rich fool like Chu Xueyi would fall for it.

Try that on another simp and see if she can pull it off.

Su Shiyu stood outside the dorm door, listening to the muffled conversation inside. Her fingers tightened around her phone, but she quickly suppressed the discomfort.

Mom, what’s wrong? Su Shiyu’s voice carried a hint of exhaustion, clearly reluctant to answer her mother’s call, even tinged with a trace of resentment.

Shiyu… your father’s construction payment still hasn’t come through. The developer’s facing some difficulties… This month, we’ll have to prioritize your sister’s living expenses.

As Su Shiyu listened to her mother’s words, a bitter smile spread across her face. As the eldest child, she had already sacrificed so much for her family, yet she was never truly appreciated.

Okay.

Mom, don’t worry. I can still earn money.

I’ll transfer a few thousand to you later. You… take good care of Dad. Don’t let him do anything rash.

As Su Shiyu listened to her mother’s profuse thanks over the phone, her heart remained unmoved. She had grown accustomed to giving.

But…

Su Shiyu opened her phone and scrolled through photos of designer handbags—all gifts from Chu Xueyi.

Su Shiyu was an ordinary person. How could she not be tempted by such luxuries?

When Chu Xueyi offered to give her the bags under the guise of a friendly gesture, Su Shiyu initially resisted the pressure. But she couldn’t hold out forever.

Perhaps dignity could withstand one instance of being slapped in the face with money, but it certainly couldn’t endure a second or third time.

Using an anonymous account, Su Shiyu listed the designer bags for sale.

Almost immediately after posting, she received countless private messages. It was clear that discounted luxury goods always found eager buyers.

Yet several days had passed, and Chu Xueyi hadn’t contacted her again. Anyone with half a brain could understand what had happened.

Chu Xueyi had grown tired of her…

Su Shiyu switched off her phone, rested her hands on the railing, and felt the night breeze brush against her cheeks. She could see the dormitory across the way.

She had to win back Chu Xueyi’s heart.

Whether for the money, or for… this unacknowledged heart of hers.

Her family… none of them seemed to care about her the way Chu Xueyi did.

Su Shiyu closed her eyes, recalling every small kindness Chu Xueyi had shown her.

Shiyu, come here.

After class, Chu Xueyi leaned against the doorframe of Su Shiyu’s classroom. University students were generally relaxed and casual, but even so, Chu Xueyi’s appearance drew countless gazes.

Xueyi, what’s up?

Though inwardly delighted that this person had come to find him, Su Shiyu couldn’t help but feel a surge of vanity. The thought that a goddess from the drama academy would repeatedly, shamelessly seek him out filled him with immense satisfaction.

I bought you a gift.

A person’s values are first learned from their parents. Chu Xueyi’s parents often exchanged gifts, so she had naturally adopted this habit.

It’s not even a holiday. Why are you giving me a gift?

Su Shiyu shook his head, though he knew perfectly well that to accept a gift gracefully, one must first politely decline. Reaching out to grab it immediately would be too eager.

That’s a bit too harsh.

Your birthday’s coming up soon. This is an early gift. I wanted to see you wear it on the day.

Chu Xueyi’s cheeks flushed slightly as she pulled Su Shiyu down the school corridor to a secluded corner near the storage room. Few students ever came here.

Try it on and see if it fits.

Chu Xueyi’s voice carried a hint of embarrassment. Perhaps from spending so much time in close proximity, she had learned to discern Su Shiyu’s foot shape through observation.

Despite being the gang leader, Su Shiyu often bought shoes that didn’t quite fit.

Buy them a size up so they’ll last longer, her mother’s words had echoed in her ears since childhood. So, when Su Shiyu became independent, she always bought shoes that fit perfectly.

But… apart from herself, Chu Xueyi was the first person to ever get her size right.

Snapping back to reality, Su Shiyu deliberately made a loud noise at the door. The dormitory’s old, creaking door let out a mournful squeak as she opened it.

The once-lively room fell silent instantly. The gossip stopped, replaced by the sound of script readings.

Su Shiyu pretended nothing had happened, silently opening her locked wardrobe. The wardrobe was even equipped with a small camera, despite her roommates’ complaints that she was a petty, paranoid person who treated them all like potential thieves.

But Su Shiyu insisted on this precaution.

Inside the wardrobe were not only her personal belongings but, more importantly, the designer items Chu Xueyi had bought for her. Any single piece could alleviate her family’s temporary financial crisis.

Yet…

Gazing at the neatly arranged rows of bags, Su Shiyu felt a pang of inner turmoil.

How had she fallen so low?

It all began when Chu Xueyi linked arms with Ji Qingshu.

But the two had never publicly acknowledged any relationship.

Su Shiyu had tried subtle inquiries, direct questions, and indirect probing, but the answers remained consistent they were merely flirting, not officially dating.

There’s still hope…

Her fingers tightened around the leather of a designer bag, savoring its smooth texture against her fingertips.

There’s still a chance to win back Chu Xueyi’s heart! Su Shiyu thought fiercely.