HBWMA -Chapter 197 Grant You Freedom

“Gulugulugulu~ pfft~”

Jiang Huashan held a bottle of mouthwash, squatting by the flowerbed as she rinsed her mouth, casually checking everyone’s comments at the same time.

[No way! I don’t believe it. If even Shen Qingyu is gay, then what am I supposed to believe about love anymore?]

[No no no! Love has nothing to do with gender, you can still believe in it!]

[They both look super dominant-type… now I’m really curious, which one is the bottom?]

Because it was anonymous, everyone was speaking freely—saying whatever they wanted without restraint.

Jiang Huashan let out a cold snort and took another big gulp of mouthwash, her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish.

“Hey! Jiang Huashan, what are you sneaking around here for?”

Just as she was feeling smug, she suddenly got slapped on the back.

She turned around—and with a pfft, sprayed the mouthwash straight at the newcomer.

“Ahhh!!” Su Miao recoiled in disgust, jumping up like she was about to strangle her. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?!”

Jiang Huashan blocked her attack with one hand and casually pulled a silk scarf from her pocket. “Here, wipe it off.”

She had originally prepared it for herself, but she’d aimed well just now—everything had been spat out in the right direction and none of it splashed on her, so she didn’t need it anymore.

Su Miao snatched the scarf angrily. “Nothing good ever happens when I run into you.”

Jiang Huashan screwed the mouthwash cap back on and tossed it into her bag, waving lazily. “Alright then, goodbye.”

“Hey!” Su Miao grabbed her. “Who said you could leave? I still have questions for you.”

Jiang Huashan glanced back at her sideways. “You’re questioning me? Why can’t I leave? Who spoiled you like this?”

Su Miao was momentarily speechless and could only follow her as she walked. “I’ve got a question. Why is it that when a murderer goes to the supermarket to buy a knife to kill someone, they don’t buy an expensive one and insist on buying a cheap one?”

Jiang Huashan: “Because cheap knives are dull. It makes it more painful for the victim when they’re killed.”

“?”

Su Miao stared at her in shock, then asked again, “Xiao Ming’s fish died. To comfort him, his mother bought him a chocolate as big as the fish. The next day, he killed his brother. Why?”

Jiang Huashan stopped walking. “Why do you think?”

Su Miao: “Because his brother ate his chocolate!!”

Jiang Huashan gave a faint, contemptuous smile. “Because he thought that way, he could get a chocolate as big as his brother instead.”

“!”

Su Miao felt like a whole new world had opened up to her. “So there are actually people who think like this? I really still don’t have enough… psycho knowledge…” she muttered, glancing meaningfully at Jiang Huashan.

Jiang Huashan didn’t care at all, instead studying her with interest. “What, here to cram some mental illness knowledge from me?”

Su Miao snorted. “It’s all your fault anyway! You casually used my name to register in the neurology department, and yesterday my grandfather, mother, and brother all sat me down for a two-hour test.”

Jiang Huashan: “Isn’t that good? It shows they care about you.”

Only now did Su Miao fail to catch the deeper meaning in her words, and said dejectedly, “Good? Nothing good about it. I didn’t get a single question right. I got zero.”

Jiang Huashan raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that still good? At least your grandfather now knows you’re not mentally ill?”

Su Miao glared at her. “Now they really don’t suspect I’m mentally ill anymore—they think I’m intellectually disabled instead! My brother later solved a few questions and found the pattern; he could answer almost all the ‘insane’ responses. My mom and grandpa could occasionally get one right too. I’m the only one who can’t!”

“You all gathered together to do a mental illness screening test?” Are the Su family’s brains all wired like this? This really refreshed her understanding of the Su family.

Su Miao said, “Isn’t this all because of you?! Jiang Huashan, I’m warning you—I’ve already helped you cover up the fact that your brain has a problem, so you must also keep quiet about me going to the hospital for genetic testing. And let me remind you of one thing: I did my test with a clear conscience, but you’re different. Your brain problem is a confirmed fact. If you don’t act kindly, don’t blame me for being unjust!”

“My brain has a problem?” Jiang Huashan suddenly understood. So Su Miao thought that diagnosis belonged to her, and she had used Jiang Huashan’s name to cover up her own hospital visit.

Seeing Jiang Huashan fall silent, Su Miao became a little displeased. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Jiang Huashan nodded. “Fine, let’s treat it as exchanging secrets. But… that doctor who examined me…”

“See? I knew you were scared.” Su Miao lifted her chin proudly. “I told Grandpa I really went to the hospital for a checkup, and since something like this is embarrassing, I asked him to help handle it. As for the doctor who examined you, he’s the one in trouble. Grandpa thinks he was trying to curry favor with the Shen family and deliberately exaggerated things, so he’ll probably be punished a bit and then kicked out of Whale Harbor. Once he’s gone, your secret won’t be known by anyone.”

This outcome was almost exactly what Jiang Huashan had predicted—only Su Miao’s way of “helping” her was somewhat unexpected.

Su Miao looked around and lowered her voice. “And that woman’s matter—you absolutely cannot mention it. Got it?”

Jiang Huashan looked at her foolish yet clear eyes and blurted out, “Have you never doubted it?”

Su Miao froze for a moment, then immediately reacted and darkened her face. “Just because you come from a poor background doesn’t mean you want everyone else to be as unfortunate as you, do you?”

Jiang Huashan raised an eyebrow.

Only then did Su Miao realize she had overreacted, but she refused to back down. She lifted her chin arrogantly. “Then let’s just wait and see.” After speaking, she strode off with a domineering walk.

Jiang Huashan didn’t bother arguing with her. She just suddenly felt a little pity for Su Miao. Based on what happened that day, the truth of her being switched at birth might be part of a long-planned conspiracy.

“Shanshan, what’s wrong?”

Fu Sui’er had already noticed Jiang Huashan talking with Su Miao by the flowerbed and only came over after Su Miao walked away.

Jiang Huashan shook her head. “Nothing. Let’s go to class.”

Fu Sui’er nodded.

The morning sunlight in the campus was bright and warm, with groups of students walking together just like them.

Jiang Huashan suddenly thought of something. “Where did you go this morning?”

Fu Sui’er paused slightly, then said softly, “I… I followed Shen Mianzhi.”

Jiang Huashan froze and turned to look at her.

Fu Sui’er scratched her head a little awkwardly. “I thought about it and still felt I couldn’t just stand by. So I wanted to see what I could do.”

Seeing Jiang Huashan remain silent, Fu Sui’er carefully asked, “Are you angry that I acted on my own?”

Jiang Huashan laughed helplessly. “Why would I be? Sui’er, we exchange ideas so we can understand what each other is thinking, not to control each other’s thoughts. Of course you can have your own ideas.”

This wasn’t empty politeness—it was truly how she felt.

Even if one day Fu Sui’er made a decision completely opposite to hers, she still wouldn’t be angry. Because she understood better than anyone how difficult it was to make choices according to one’s own heart in this world.

They struggled so hard to break free from labels, wasn’t it precisely so that both their thoughts and actions could be free?