Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 100

Not long after his younger sister brought someone home, He Qingzhou had thoroughly investigated Zhuo Zhiwei. He left no stone unturned, checking her background from top to bottom, inside and out, even digging up the awards she had won in kindergarten.

Nowadays, he felt a little paranoid, worried that things might turn out like they had with Fang Xuanyao.

Inevitably, he also uncovered Zhuo Zhiwei’s family situation.

That afternoon, He Qingzhou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for a long time, clutching the pile of information in his hands. He watched as the sky changed from bright to dusk, and then finally faded into total darkness.

Being an illegitimate child, he couldn’t help but feel a certain empathy. Yet, He Qingzhou knew all too well that Zhuo Zhiwei’s life had been ten thousand times harder than his. While he had endured rumors and gossip, he had never suffered from school bullying. His sister, though she disliked him, had never gone to the extreme. Her discontent was more like the harmless playfulness of a kitten that kept its claws retracted.

Moreover, he didn’t have a selfish and weak mother who ignored morals and shifted her frustrations onto her children, nor did he have a father who cheated and remarried.

That Zhuo Zhiwei had grown into the person she was today was truly remarkable.

He Qingzhou couldn’t quite explain what he was feeling; he simply grew more silent. Turning to look at the vast office, he felt a sudden chill. Sighing, he drove home.

This was why he had been so easily persuaded later to arrange for Zhuo Zhiwei and his sister to get their marriage certificate.

The chairman seemed unusually warm today, as though Grandma He had convinced him. He saw Zhuo Zhiwei but didn’t call her over, instead lazily lying at He Qingqi’s feet, occasionally rolling onto his back.

Zhuo Zhiwei sat nervously beside He Qingqi on the sofa, her posture upright, looking poised from head to toe. Though a bit tense, she carried herself with grace and elegance. In contrast, He Qingqi was slouched on the sofa, a lazy smile playing at her lips, mirroring the chairman sprawled out at her feet.

He Dongche rubbed his forehead, unable to watch anymore.

The He family tactfully avoided the subject of Zhuo Zhiwei’s family, refraining from asking why she wasn’t returning home for the holidays or when they could meet her parents.

On this matter, they were all in agreement—what difference did it make whether those parents were present or not?

Looking at his granddaughter-in-law sitting upright, Grandma He smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, her deeply lined face lighting up as her eyes narrowed into crescents. She warmly inquired after Zhuo Zhiwei’s well-being.

Zhuo Zhiwei kept her head down, lips pressed together with a slight upward curve. Her usually cool and aloof face showed a rare hint of color, making her look unexpectedly cute, especially with the tips of her ears turning red.

The more Grandma He looked, the more she liked her, gazing at her fondly with misty eyes. After a moment, her voice trembled slightly as she said, “If only Yunshu were still here…”

She let out a deep sigh, her tone filled with regret.

Zhuo Zhiwei hesitated for a moment. “Yun… Yunshu?”

Grandma He snapped out of her reverie and explained, “Not Yunshu Entertainment, but Qixi’s mother, Jiang Yunshu.”

“When your Uncle He first met Aunt Zhao, it felt like such a coincidence too,” Grandma He said, a little dazed. “Yunshu was still alive and well back then…”

Nearby, He Qingzhou and He Dongche visibly sank into a gloomy mood, while He Qingqi, her expression slightly stiff, nervously fidgeted with her fingers. She quickly interrupted, “Grandma, it’s the New Year…”

“Oh, right, right,” Grandma He hastily wiped her eyes. “It’s the New Year; let’s not talk about sad things.”

“It’s a good thing that Weiwei is here. Let’s talk about something happy, like…” Grandma He paused, then her eyes lit up with a faint but dazzling light. “Weiwei, you’ve been together for a year now. When are you two planning to get your marriage certificate?”

Grandpa He was in the middle of drinking water, and he almost spat it out upon hearing this. He swallowed it down with difficulty, then began coughing uncontrollably.

He Qingzhou also shot an awkward glance at He Qingqi.

Meanwhile, He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei looked like children caught doing something wrong, their movements freezing momentarily before an awkward tension spread between them. Zhuo Zhiwei subtly tugged at He Qingqi’s hand and lowered her head.

The moment had come, and there was no turning back. It felt like all eyes were on them. He Qingqi straightened up and, with a forced calmness, said, “Actually, we came back today to talk to you about that.”

As she held Zhuo Zhiwei’s hand tightly, cold sweat started to form on her palm.

“Actually, I…” she began, hesitating, her heart pounding in fear.

“You?”

“I…” He Qingqi swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure under Grandma He’s expectant gaze.

What was there to be afraid of? Hadn’t she gone through this before? In her previous life, she had done things first and informed them later, and Grandma had loved Fang Xuanyao. Nothing had gone wrong then.

“I…” He Qingqi had just started to speak when a familiar voice cut in ahead of her:

“We’ve already gotten the certificate.”

The air seemed to freeze.

Grandpa He & He Dongche: “???”

Grandma He: “!!!”

She blinked in disbelief. “G-gotten the certificate?”

She couldn’t quite place her emotions—disappointment, shock, and a bit of excitement all mixed together into a complex feeling.

He Qingqi, sensing her nerves fray, stammered, “Yes, we… we got it.”

“What?” He Dongche slammed the table. “He Qingqi, you!”

“Oh, what a clever granddaughter I have!” Grandma He instantly changed her tone, her plump figure nimbly shifting as she moved to embrace He Qingqi. She held her tight, rubbing her affectionately. “How smart of you to act first! Let that Lin Dao Jianan go cry in a corner, haha! Does he think he can steal our Qixi’s bride?” Jianan had been Zhuo Zhiwei’s co-star in a recent web drama.

Grandma He then shot a fierce glare at He Dongche, shielding He Qingqi like a protective mother hen. “What’s your problem? Can’t you speak properly?”

He Dongche immediately deflated.

Zhuo Zhiwei, still in a daze, parted her lips slightly but couldn’t quite process what was happening. Even her blinking had stopped.

Where did “my little girl” and “stealing brides” come from?

Seeing He Dongche back down, Grandma He smugly continued her rapid-fire chatter, leaving Grandpa He to cough awkwardly, casting a concerned glance at Zhuo Zhiwei to ensure the young girl wasn’t too overwhelmed.

Finally, Grandma He realized Zhuo Zhiwei was still there. Clearing her throat, she nonchalantly released He Qingqi and returned to her seat.

Deliberately slowing her speech, she said, “What I meant was…”

He Qingqi, unable to hold back her laughter, finally relaxed. The tension from earlier evaporated, as her grandmother’s reaction signaled the approval of the family’s leading figure. If she passed this hurdle, no one else’s opinion mattered.

Letting out a long breath that had been stuck in her chest, He Qingqi turned to Zhuo Zhiwei, pointing behind her. “Weiwei, take note—this is Grandma’s dignified rescue speed.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear. Around the room, faint smiles appeared.

He Qingqi continued with a grin, “She’s been secretly rooting for our relationship all along.”

Grandma He huffed proudly, blushing slightly, but dismissively said, “So what? I was right, wasn’t I?”

Zhuo Zhiwei chuckled, teasing back, “Grandma, you’re so cool.”

“Of course I am!” Grandma He tilted her head up, beaming with pride.

In that moment, Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly realized where He Qingqi had inherited her boldness from.

With a freshly acquired granddaughter-in-law, Grandma He was overflowing with excitement, eagerly pulling Zhuo Zhiwei aside to give her heartfelt advice. She rattled off He Qingqi’s strengths and weaknesses, reminding Zhuo Zhiwei to let her know if He Qingqi ever mistreated her, promising that Grandma would set things right.

The delayed warmth of this affection brought tears to Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes. Although she was reserved and quiet, she smiled at Grandma He, responding softly whenever needed, “Okay,” with a calmness that carried weight.

He Qingqi rested her chin on her hand, quietly observing the two most important women in her life, savoring this rare moment of peace. Watching the tears glisten in her girl’s eyes, her heart ached just a little.

What had those people done to her girl? How could something as simple as family chatter bring her to tears?

Grandma He sighed gently. “From now on, this is your home.”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s lips moved slightly, but her voice was hoarse, whispering, “Okay.”

…

Happy moments always seemed so fleeting. Over the seven-day holiday, He Qingqi made sure that Zhuo Zhiwei left her mark on every property under her name, sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in the bathroom, as if a rainstorm had passed through. But He Qingqi’s favorite moment was that night.

The room was pitch-black, and she pressed Zhuo Zhiwei against the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the bustling city, with its endless traffic and flashing neon lights.

The soft, rapid breathing was scorching in the silent night, like a gunshot. He Qingqi firmly made Zhuo Zhiwei look out the window, her voice low and husky, tinged with amusement, as she breathed into her ear.

“Do you see that?” He Qingqi asked slowly, though her actions were anything but slow, causing Zhuo Zhiwei to feel like her soul had left her body.

Momentarily dazed, Zhuo Zhiwei instinctively followed He Qingqi’s lead and looked out.

“That big, glowing billboard—do you see it?”

Zhuo Zhiwei bit her lip, her brow furrowing in a mix of pain and pleasure. The windows had been wiped clean earlier in the day, so clean that they reflected her current state. If she looked closely, she could even see a faint reflection of their entwined bodies.

A deep sense of shame welled up within her. Was that person really her? She looked so unfamiliar… Zhuo Zhiwei pulled her gaze away, her skin turning a soft pink, completely drained of any strength to deal with this playful torment.

“Hm? Do you see it?” He Qingqi pressed her fingers against that familiar spot, her tone dangerous, unwilling to let it go.

Zhuo Zhiwei shuddered, her limbs growing weak as she whimpered, “I-I see it.”

“It’s a billboard your fans bought for you. And now, they’re watching us…” He Qingqi’s hot lips brushed against Zhuo Zhiwei’s ear, her low laugh filled with the seductive undertones of the night. “Watching me… make you cry.”