Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

September 20th, midnight.

Famous director He Qingqi, who had been administratively detained for 15 days for drug use, was released from the A City Detention Center.

It was drizzling at the time, and a sudden wind brought a chill. The camphor trees lining the street rustled in the breeze.

The rain began to fall more heavily.

There weren’t many people there to pick up He Qingqi, but not too few either. A few close friends—her father, He Dongche; her older brother, He Qingzhou; her assistant, Lin Fan; and a few drivers and bodyguards—had come.

He Qingqi glanced at them one by one, then lowered her head. Accompanied by the police, she stood there, her eyes blank, her demeanor submissive and quiet, devoid of her usual pride and rebelliousness.

Seeing this, Lin Fan hurriedly walked over with an umbrella.

He Qingzhou sighed, stepped forward, and draped a pre-prepared coat over her shoulders.

“It’s autumn; be careful not to catch a cold.”

He Qingqi just kept her head down, saying nothing.

Her cheeks were sunken, her lips chapped, and the hair in front of her forehead was wet from the rain, making her look haggard and miserable.

The father and son, who usually wished she would listen a bit more, suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

“It’s all in the past…” He Qingzhou said, frowning. Holding He Qingqi’s shoulder with unprecedented seriousness, he promised, “Trust your brother; I will get justice for you.”

He wouldn’t let anyone who hurt his sister off, even if it was the other sister he had watched grow up.

He Qingqi sneered.

Justice?

Her mind was a mess, and she was very tired. She didn’t want to deal with any of this, whether it was false accusations or real events. At that moment, she didn’t want to see anyone. She just wanted to be alone, quietly.

“Can you leave me alone?” He Qingqi suddenly frowned, impatient, then shook her head and sighed deeply, full of defeat and helplessness. “Just leave me alone.”

Her face was lifeless, and her once-praised beautiful face was now shrouded in gloom. She half-heartedly put her hands in her pockets, brushed past He Qingzhou’s hand, and walked forward with her head down, letting the coat on her shoulders fall off, finally landing on the ground and soaking in the dirty water.

He Qingzhou reached out to grab the coat, but it was a moment too late.

The crowd automatically made way for He Qingqi, and as they came to their senses, they followed her, dispersing.

He Qingzhou stayed where he was, staring at the dirty, black, high-end coat before turning and running after her.

The incident had been fermenting for half a month, causing a huge uproar, with stories about He Qingqi’s drug use everywhere, and…

He Qingqi’s affair with Zhuo Zhiwei.

He Qingqi couldn’t understand why everything had happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly, as if overnight, her entire world had collapsed.

She inexplicably found herself in bed with an old friend she hadn’t seen in a long time, inexplicably had a relationship with the other person, inexplicably was caught by a swarm of reporters, and inexplicably had drugs found in her residence.

He Qingqi still remembered, in a panic, shielding her eyes from the glaring lights and instinctively lowering her head to look at her naked body, her pupils contracting in shock and panic when she saw the person beside her.

But the broken kisses, smooth touch, moonlight-like pale skin, and faint scratches on her back reminded her that it had all happened.

“Stop taking pictures! Stop it!” He Qingqi, while covering her body with a blanket, picked up an ashtray from the bedside table and threw it hard at the door.

It didn’t hit anyone. With a “bang,” the ashtray shattered on the ground, causing the surrounding reporters to pause for a moment, and then they resumed taking pictures even more aggressively.

He Qingqi’s head throbbed with pain. She shook her head, holding her head in agony, frowning deeply, and biting her lip hard.

On normal days, these reporters wouldn’t dare treat her like this. It was clear they had been hired. She had been set up.

He Qingqi suddenly widened her eyes, her pupils flickering with disbelief.

The previous day, she had been with her wife, Fang Xuanyao.

She had been set up by her “good” wife and sold for a good price.

That night, she and Fang Xuanyao had arranged to meet at her favorite restaurant, where she intended to ask for a divorce.

He Qingqi had loved Fang Xuanyao for sixteen years, pursued her for four, and been married for ten. But no matter how passionate the love, it couldn’t withstand the other party’s day-by-day cold treatment. She hated unreciprocated efforts more than anyone.

He Qingqi couldn’t understand: if she didn’t love her, why did she marry her in the first place?

Fortunately, ten years was enough to make her hit a wall and give up. She realized that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t warm Fang Xuanyao’s stone-cold heart.

He Qingqi thought that maybe they should spend some time apart to calmly consider whether this marriage was still worth maintaining.

For He Qingqi, making this decision was difficult, but she decided to let go to free Fang Xuanyao and herself.

So, He Qingqi decided to have a serious talk with Fang Xuanyao.

She invited Fang Xuanyao to her favorite restaurant for dinner, had some drinks, and sincerely apologized.

“Sister Xuanyao,” she called her.

“I’m very sorry…” She was somewhat inarticulate, her gaze as sincere as when she was a teenager. “I don’t know if there’s something wrong with our way of getting along. I was overjoyed when you said you wanted to marry me. I don’t know why we’ve come to this point.”

“Maybe I haven’t done well enough, and I’ve disappointed you.” He Qingqi tilted her head, not daring to look at Fang Xuanyao. She was afraid she’d be reluctant, gradually choking up. “I once really, really, really wanted to be with you for a lifetime, but we…”

“We should get a divorce.”

Then, He Qingqi lost consciousness.

The next morning, she was caught in bed with Zhuo Zhiwei.

So, what was this, waste utilization?

Before He Qingqi could be thoroughly disheartened, she glimpsed her friend out of the corner of her eye, her pupils contracting.

Her friend Zhuo Zhiwei was a well-known actress famous for her clean image. Her only scandal was an early rumor about He Qingqi shortly after she entered the industry. Over ten years in the industry, she had swept major domestic and international awards and had a promising future.

Once this incident was publicized, it would undoubtedly be a devastating blow to Zhuo Zhiwei’s career.

He Qingqi’s mind was in chaos. She instinctively pulled the sheet over, embraced Zhuo Zhiwei, making her bury her face in her neck, then wrapped herself and Zhuo Zhiwei tightly in the sheet, warily watching the surroundings, blocking the view of Zhuo Zhiwei’s face.

This way, she could prevent others from seeing Zhuo Zhiwei’s face and bear the consequences alone.

“I’m sorry…”

She closed her eyes tightly, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes and the sound of cameras clicking incessantly.

But even so, these photos were enough to convince the public of one thing.

She, He Qingqi, had cheated.

And she was a drug addict.

During her half-month detention, He Qingqi constantly waited for Fang Xuanyao to come and give her an explanation, but it was futile. Fang Xuanyao didn’t even want to see her, and her heart gradually grew cold.

He Qingqi had always been decisive in her actions, but this time, she unexpectedly developed a procrastination habit. Ignoring the mess she had left behind, she sent a message to Zhuo Zhiwei, bought a plane ticket, and went abroad. She had been gone for half a year.

During that half-year, she almost cut off all contact with the outside world, staying in a small town in New Zealand and working in a restaurant. Although life was hard and poor, it was stable.

No one there knew her name or her past, and no one secretly pointed fingers at her or looked at her with contempt or disgust.

However, one quiet night, a drunk came into the restaurant, refusing to pay, with a gun at his waist. Initially, He Qingqi didn’t notice, but her pent-up anger erupted like a volcano. Fortunately, the owner appeared in time, and nothing serious happened.

When He Qingqi sat in the car, her head resting on the steering wheel, she finally burst into tears. In the quiet night, only her sobbing could be heard.

In this world, apart from life and death, what isn’t trivial? From the age of twelve, He Qingqi had always loved life and feared death. Suddenly, she felt as if she had awakened from a big dream, seeing through the endless floating clouds.

She bought a return ticket, finally deciding to ask for clarification. Regardless of anything else, she at least owed Zhuo Zhiwei an explanation.

“I want to see her.” He Qingqi said, standing in He Qingzhou’s office, her face expressionless.

He Qingzhou frowned. “This…” He was happy that his sister could see things clearly, but after all, Fang Xuanyao was a thorn in He Qingqi’s heart. He was genuinely afraid his sister might do something foolish.

“I want to see her.” He Qingqi repeated. She blinked self-mockingly. “At least, I need to know why she did this to me.”

“The person I love sent me to someone else’s bed and staged such a drama. Don’t I even have the right to ask why?”

Strike where it hurts the most, and for He Qingzhou, He Qingqi had a precise grasp of his weak spot: “He Qingzhou, aren’t you my brother?”

In the end, He Qingzhou compromised and dropped He Qingqi off at the newly rebuilt Fang Corporation building.

He Qingqi stood there, staring blankly at the building, feeling as if her blood had stopped flowing.

This was Fang Corporation; she knew that. Back when she was a freshman, it had been acquired by another company, but now it was Fang Corporation again.

She suddenly understood why Fang Xuanyao, who didn’t love her, had married her.

But why her? Just because she loved Fang Xuanyao, was she doomed to be deceived and betrayed?

Fang Ji and Fang Xuanyao were just getting off work and happened to run into He Qingqi.

As always, the woman was exquisitely beautiful. However, upon seeing He Qingqi, there was a moment of surprise, followed by a haughty, disdainful demeanor she had once loved so much.

He Qingqi’s eyes were filled with despair. The courage she had mustered vanished instantly. Her lips turned pale, and she stared miserably at the woman she had loved half her life.

She said nothing, but He Qingqi understood her answer. Her lips moved, but she couldn’t utter a single word.

The person she had loved was now separated from her by a door and by security, as if an unbridgeable chasm lay between them.

He Qingqi thought blankly; this person seemed so unfamiliar.

A flash of reluctance passed through Fang Xuanyao’s eyes, followed by coldness, and finally, resoluteness. She took a stack of documents from her assistant and tossed them to He Qingqi, saying calmly, “Good timing; sign these.”

They were divorce papers, along with evidence of He Qingqi’s wrongdoing.

Same-sex marriage was now legal in China, but the laws were even harsher and less forgiving toward the guilty party.

Fang Xuanyao’s actions were ruthless, but He Qingqi had already anticipated this before coming.

She had been caught by reporters who had broken into her room. Her father and brother had to pay a large sum to buy the photos, and Fang Xuanyao used that money, along with the money she earned during their ten-year marriage, to rebuild Fang Corporation while simultaneously ruining Zhuo Zhiwei’s and He Qingqi’s lives.

Once she signed the divorce papers, the only assets left in her name would be a few pieces of real estate.

He Qingqi looked up and saw the person before her, sneering as if she were a fool. Her heart ached deeply. She trembled and said nothing.

The woman she had loved for half her life, who ultimately ruined her, left her without a trace of regret.

“After you sign, send it to the Fang Corporation front desk.”

Fang Xuanyao walked away, head held high, surrounded by a group of suited elites.

He Qingqi stared intently at her back, but she

Not once did she look back.

The next day, after signing the divorce papers, He Qingqi didn’t send them to the front desk, as Fang Xuanyao had instructed. Instead, she went to a café near the Fang Corporation building, mustering the courage to call Fang Xuanyao.

“I’m at the Corner Café.”

“I’m busy and don’t want to see you.”

“This is the last time.”

After a brief silence, “Fine.”

After the call ended, He Qingqi sipped her coffee and suddenly smiled, realizing how foolish she had been not to notice the impatience in that voice before.

She looked at the divorce papers and fell silent. This was what she had wanted half a year ago—to set each other free. Now, it was the cause of her shattered memories.

Everything had been a lie, and she was the most foolish one in the deception. She felt this way for the first time.

Fang Xuanyao arrived soon, frowning and looking coldly at He Qingqi.

“Didn’t I tell you to give it to the front desk?”

That familiar commanding tone and superior attitude.

He Qingqi remained silent for a moment, then handed over the papers.

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Why did you do this to me?” He Qingqi looked at Fang Xuanyao with hurt eyes, tears welling up uncontrollably.

“I never did anything to hurt you.”

She thought she could face it calmly, but she was wrong. After all, this was the girl she had loved for over a decade. She couldn’t help but ask:

“All these years, did you never like me? Did you marry me just because I’m from the He family?”

“Yes.” Fang Xuanyao admitted it openly, her face mocking. “Not for a moment. You’ve always been overbearing and domineering. Who could like someone like you?”

Though she had already suspected it, hearing it confirmed hurt He Qingqi deeply. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

“We were never meant to be together. Your brother destroyed Fang Corporation without mercy, and your father ruthlessly killed my parents.”

“Our families have always been enemies.”

He Qingqi had never heard of this, and she wouldn’t believe the words of a woman who had deceived her so thoroughly. She didn’t comment on it.

However, if Fang Xuanyao’s words were true, she couldn’t believe Fang Xuanyao would be so petty as to use deceiving the daughter of her enemy as revenge.

He Qingqi’s eyes flickered, and she asked knowingly, “Repay the father’s debt?”

Fang Xuanyao was silent for a moment, then, for the first time, didn’t dare look into He Qingqi’s eyes. “No, you were just a stepping stone.”

Indeed, Fang Xuanyao’s target was the He family.

He Qingqi sneered, “So, you failed, didn’t you?”

Fang Xuanyao didn’t answer, but the answer was clear.

Having achieved her goal, He Qingqi had no reason to continue entangling with her. Deceiving for money and sex—it didn’t matter. She slowly stood up, tears in her eyes, trying to maintain her usual pride, raising her chin like a lofty queen.

She had lost, but her family had won. She looked down at Fang Xuanyao with a strangely firm tone.

“Fang Xuanyao, you will regret this.”

But the moment she turned, the proud mask on her face shattered. Her heart felt like it was crumbling, and her eyes were filled with despair.

The love that had troubled her entire youth had ended.

No one knew how ecstatic she had been when Fang Xuanyao agreed to marry her. She thought she had warmed a stone heart, but it turned out to be a premeditated scheme from the start.

Fang Xuanyao, you will regret this.

You definitely will.

Fang Xuanyao indifferently continued drinking her coffee, watching He Qingqi’s faltering back with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Whether it was for He Qingqi or herself, who knew?

Will she?

Perhaps.

……

He Qingqi walked alone by the street, looking up at the sky, which was overcast with dark clouds. It was another gloomy day.

Perhaps the heavens understood He Qingqi’s feelings, as the wind began to blow and then a light rain started to fall.

He Qingqi walked forward in a daze, her phone vibrating in her pocket for a while before she realized it. She answered it and had just said, “Hello,” when a familiar and exasperated male voice shouted, “He Qingqi!”

Instinctively, He Qingqi turned around, only to suddenly feel a strong push: “Go to hell!”

“Screech—”

“Boom—”

Everything seemed to happen in an instant. It is said that when a human heart stops beating, the brain continues to function for a while. He Qingqi found herself in such a state but knew that she was dead.

Her eyes seemed about to pop out as she stared in the direction of the car. Enemies were bound to meet; the person who had pushed her was Fang Ji, and the one getting out of the car was the impeccably dressed Fang Xuanyao.

Seeing that the person hit by the car was He Qingqi, Fang Xuanyao let out a scream, clutching her head and going mad: “Ah…”

Seeing her in such terror, He Qingqi suddenly forgot her fear of death. She felt a sense of triumphant revenge, just like when she used to oppose her father and brother and see them exasperated.

She had said that Fang Xuanyao would regret it.

Fang Xuanyao claimed she had never loved her, but He Qingqi believed that even if she hadn’t loved her, her feelings were complicated. They had shared a bed for ten years, and during those ten years, He Qingqi had given her heart and soul to Fang Xuanyao. She didn’t believe Fang Xuanyao had any feelings at all.

He Qingqi always believed that Fang Xuanyao, who grew up with her, wouldn’t be so heartless as to remain unmoved while watching her die by her hand.

Karma… This must be karma.

Fang Ji and Fang Xuanyao had conspired to ruin her and Zhuo Zhiwei. Now, Fang Ji had pushed her, and Fang Xuanyao had hit her with the car. The two were cousins—would anyone see this as premeditated murder?

As for why Fang Ji hated her so much, He Qingqi’s mind raced. It must be… He Qingzhou’s doing.

But whether Fang Ji’s actions were out of a fit of anger or premeditated murder, He Qingqi was already dead.

She suddenly felt scared and anxious. What would the world be like after death? It was ironic that she had narrowly escaped death once, only to die again in the end.

But the debt she owed Zhuo Zhiwei would have to wait for the next life to be repaid.

In her final moments, He Qingqi made one last wish for Zhuo Zhiwei: to have a stable, happy life and to clear her name.

“Qingxi! Qingxi!” That was He Qingzhou’s voice from the phone.

And then He Qingqi lost consciousness.

……

Outside the mourning hall, He Qingzhou knelt in front of a brazier, his face ashen. A white belt was tied around his waist as he continuously tossed paper money into the fire, paying no mind to the black smoke stinging his eyes.

He Dongche collapsed from the grief of hearing about his daughter’s accidental death and was now in the hospital. Meanwhile, their eighty-year-old grandmother was still unaware of the news.

He Qingzhou and a few of He Qingqi’s friends stayed with her until five in the evening. After sorting themselves out, they left the crematorium and headed home.

But when they reached the entrance of their community, they saw a thin woman waiting outside.

The woman wore a mask, obscuring her face. She was dressed in a white short-sleeve t-shirt tucked into jeans, with long, thin, straight legs. Her eyes were dark and puffy, as if she hadn’t slept in a long time, and she looked very haggard.

Hearing someone approaching, the woman turned to look.

Those eyes seemed familiar, He Qingzhou thought.

“Where is He Qingqi?”

“You’re too late.”

Hearing that familiar name, He Qingzhou let out a bitter laugh, tears streaming down his face in an instant.