Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 104

He Qingqi didn’t know what she was feeling inside. She steadied herself and looked at Zhuo Zhiwei for two seconds. Finally, she smiled, leaned over, and touched her forehead to hers. “Have you thought it through? You’re only 23, just starting your career. Your first web drama has skyrocketed your popularity. A bright future awaits you. Are you really willing to give it up?”

“Vivi, I’ve been through this once before. If you follow the path of your previous life, you’ll win the Best Actress at the Golden Rooster Awards at 24. After that, you’ll be nominated for multiple international awards, winning so many that your hands will be full. If we go public like this…” He Qingqi closed her eyes and murmured, “Won’t you regret it?”

Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t answer directly; she just curled her lips into a smile. “So, the reason I can win awards is because I’m single?”

Sometimes they talked about things from their past lives, so Zhuo Zhiwei knew that her first Best Actress award came from starring in He Qingqi’s directorial debut.

Her starry eyes held a hint of amusement. “Are you trying to ‘cast me on the couch’?”

He Qingqi’s heart stirred; suddenly, she felt she was being seduced. She held the back of Zhuo Zhiwei’s head and gave her several fierce kisses. “Yes, yes.”

A barely noticeable mischievous smile flashed at the corner of her mouth. Then she pretended to be arrogant, raising her chin and looking down at her. “Miss Zhuo, if you sleep with me, I’ll give you a role. How about that?”

Zhuo Zhiwei blinked, then curved her lips into a smile that unexpectedly carried a hint of allure. She gently arched her body upward, the thin quilt slipping down her shoulders, revealing half of her bare body. He Qingqi’s eyes darkened; she narrowed them slightly. Zhuo Zhiwei used her fair, slender arms to hook around her neck, speaking slowly, “Haven’t I already been sleeping with you? Hm? So many times—how many roles do you owe me? Can you pay them back?”

“Then I’ll give myself to you.” He Qingqi’s chest rose and fell as she embraced Zhuo Zhiwei’s waist, their skin pressing together. Her cool and soft lips met hers, the tip of her tongue lightly tracing the shape of her lips before probing inside, hooking that soft tongue into her mouth, passionately and dominantly kissing her.

Zhuo Zhiwei was kissed until she was dizzy, her whole body pressed beneath He Qingqi. She couldn’t stop swallowing, and some saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth. She clung weakly to He Qingqi’s back, her nails almost digging into the flesh, still bearing the scratch marks from earlier when she couldn’t control herself.

He Qingqi felt a bit of pain from the scratches. She opened her eyes, licked the corner of Zhuo Zhiwei’s mouth, and hoarsely asked one last time, “Really no regrets?”

“Absolutely no regrets.” Zhuo Zhiwei buried her head into her neck, nuzzling gently. Her eyes carried a fragile shimmer, as if she were about to be bullied into tears, softly murmuring, “Qingqi, I only want you.”

“Then I’ll give myself to you.” He Qingqi half-lowered her eyelids, finally without any hesitation. She leaned in, and once again the room was filled with intimacy.

No one knew how much time had passed. The dim lamp by the bedside lit up. He Qingqi half-reclined at the head of the bed, a lollipop in her mouth, still teasing, “A smoke after the deed, happy as a god.”

Zhuo Zhiwei rolled her eyes expressively, not wanting to watch He Qingqi’s intermittent bouts of silliness. She turned over, leaving only a smooth, bare back to her.

He Qingqi held Zhuo Zhiwei’s phone, searching with great interest for an auspicious date. She flipped to this time next year and saw on the calendar: Suitable for marriage.

“Vivi, let’s go public at this time next year, okay?” As she glanced over, her eyes met large expanses of fair skin. She poked her with a finger. “Vivi?”

She put the lollipop back into its wrapper, placed it on the bedside table, and kissed her again, acting coquettishly. “Pay attention to me.”

“No.” Zhuo Zhiwei closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. “Go be happy as a god by yourself,” she said, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“I was just joking.” He Qingqi moved to the other side of Zhuo Zhiwei.

Zhuo Zhiwei lightly tapped her with a small fist, her voice cool yet teasing. “Aren’t you annoying?”

The word “annoying” finally slipped out. He Qingqi was so delighted she could burst, almost clutching her heart and declaring she was going to die. During their time married, Zhuo Zhiwei had become increasingly spoiled in front of her, more and more like a girl in love, no longer like in her past life, always carrying a certain detachment from the world.

She had given all her specialness to He Qingqi, and He Qingqi did the same. Before being with Zhuo Zhiwei, she had never imagined that love could be so sweet. She could act coquettishly with her without restraint, could revel in her world, didn’t need to cautiously try to please, and wouldn’t feel anxious because of her coldness.

Because that person was Zhuo Zhiwei.

He Qingqi looked at the woman before her, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up in her chest. She rubbed her forehead against Zhuo Zhiwei’s cheek, her eyes sparkling. “Let’s wait until our limited-time group ends, okay? So Sister Lin won’t nag us again.”

Zhuo Zhiwei pondered for a few seconds. Although she was a bit impatient, at least by this time next year, there would be fewer opposing voices. Now she was still at the starting point of her transition. Although fans had praised her as “Actress Zhuo Zhiwei” when the web drama became a hit, she knew in her heart that she was still an idol, and it would also be an explanation to their group fans.

She came back to her senses, brushed aside the hair covering He Qingqi’s brow, and nodded. “I’ll listen to you.”

—

During that year, they traveled everywhere for promotions. But since they were members of the same group, most of the time they were still together.

Just like in her previous life, Zhuo Zhiwei starred in He Qingqi’s directorial debut. He Qingqi’s more mature filming skills elevated the work to a new level. After winning the Golden Rooster Award, Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly felt that perhaps she could truly be called “Actress Zhuo Zhiwei.”

At night, He Qingqi once again pressed Zhuo Zhiwei onto the bed for a long time, still nibbling her ear relentlessly and asking, “Are you satisfied with the reward for sleeping with me, Miss Best Actress?”

There was a kind of thrill in role-playing. Zhuo Zhiwei panted rapidly, more sensitive than usual, biting her luscious lips and also biting down hard on He Qingqi’s fingers. Suddenly, her foot arched, a flash of white light passing through her mind.

After a long while, she flipped over and sat atop He Qingqi, looking down at her. Her lips, still moist, dripped onto He Qingqi’s waist and abdomen.

Her proud and disdainful expression resembled an untouchable celestial being. The mix of indulgence and restraint made one’s heart pound wildly.

She pressed down on He Qingqi’s two little “cuties,” her red lips parted lightly. “Of course I’m satisfied. Then let me properly serve our Director He, so Director He can see whether I’m worth the price.”

He Qingqi’s heart was beating so fast it was about to leap out. She wished she could kneel before Zhuo Zhiwei immediately. She panted rapidly, her eyelids half-closed, staring straight at her.

Zhuo Zhiwei lightly curved her lips, her slender fingers exploring, watching as He Qingqi’s eyes closed slightly, revealing an expression of pleasure mixed with pain.

At the very end, He Qingqi leaned close to Zhuo Zhiwei’s ear. “Next time, will you DIY for me?” She was almost kicked off the bed.

—

Soon it was June. They had finished a full three months of touring and were preparing for the final farewell performance. He Qingqi was in a good mood all day, obeying every command, so compliant it was a bit unusual. Manager Lin Xi’s temples throbbed; she had a bad feeling.

He Qingqi had already informed her father and brother, asking them to pay attention that evening. Since they had decided to go public, there was no need to hide anymore. She squeezed over, dominantly taking the seat that originally belonged to Tao Jinghan. She raised her eyebrows at Zhuo Zhiwei. As usual, Zhuo Zhiwei reached out to smooth her hair, her gaze moving to her lips where the lipstick had been smudged from drinking milk tea. “Don’t move!”

She took out the lipstick she carried in her bag and carefully reapplied it bit by bit.

He Qingqi blinked, letting Zhuo Zhiwei hold her chin, looking straight into eyes as brilliant as stars in the Milky Way. She had no special expression but was serious, as if facing her whole world.

He Qingqi’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she really wanted to kiss her. Her throat moved slightly, and she barely restrained herself. She stared intently at Zhuo Zhiwei and smiled.

A bit mischievous, as if implying something.

This was a relatively common action between girls, but between these two, there was an inexplicable sense of a romantic couple. In public, it seemed like they were putting on a show.

The individual fans below froze for a moment, then quickly reassured themselves that it was just for show. Soon they returned to normal, continuing to shout their own slogans, but they didn’t know why they were all fired up, shouting even more vigorously, determined to overpower each other. The whole venue was filled only with their competing voices.

He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei seemed oblivious to the undercurrents, continuing their sweet and affectionate interactions.

Too intimate.

Tao Jinghan furrowed her brows slightly. Suddenly, an absurd thought came to her mind. She hurriedly shook her head. How could it be possible? These two were popular girl idols now, and it’s said that dating is taboo for idols.

Besides, they weren’t in their thirties or forties yet. Announcing a relationship would cause devastating damage to their careers. Even if He Qingqi had a powerful family and was fearless, what about Zhuo Zhiwei? She wouldn’t want to become a dependent, letting He Qingqi support her, would she?

Impossible.

This might be the last time the seven of them performed on the same stage—or perhaps not. Several of them shed tears to varying degrees. He Qingqi’s heart was heavy. She squeezed Zhuo Zhiwei’s hand, not knowing whether to comfort herself or the other, and whispered, “It’s okay.”

At the end of the performance, Tao Jinghan stood in the middle. The seven of them held hands and bowed around the stage in a full circle.

They raised each other’s hands and shouted, “Wonders, never-ending!”

The fans below wiped tears from the corners of their eyes. “Together we’re a blazing fire; apart, we’re stars all over the sky!”

At that moment, everyone was a fan of the group.

—

Finally, it was over. They did not renew their contracts but went their separate ways toward their own futures.

Tao Jinghan looked up at the tranquil night sky, suddenly not knowing where to go.

A year had passed. Bian Suitong, what’s your answer?

This concert was simply a feast for shipping fans. Some even photographed the two of them getting into the same van. Within just a few hours, the “QingWei” supertopic climbed back into the top three.

Individual fans were a bit panicked but kept reassuring themselves. And just then, their idols gave them a heavy blow.

He Qingqi V: Two years ago, when I participated in “Occasion”, Grandma really liked a girl—liked her so much that she hoped she could become her granddaughter-in-law. Coincidentally, I also liked her very much, so congratulations to Grandma; your wish has come true. 😊😊

The attached picture was of them holding hands and their marriage certificates.

Zhuo Zhiwei reposted: That day, she asked me what I wanted as a gift for the second anniversary of our group’s formation. I answered her:

“Marry you.”

For a few seconds, all the fans’ minds went blank. Their heartbeats were irregular and intense, followed by a sizzling sound, as if circuits had shorted.

Subsequently, the shipping fans fell into a frenzy, but the individual supertopics were in chaos.

On the night the team disbanded, the two most popular and talked-about people announced their relationship, quickly causing Weibo to crash. The programmers had already been notified to work overtime at the company.

As they had anticipated, many people unfollowed them, including fans who shipped them with others and individual fans who saw themselves as girlfriends.

“Qingqi’s Girlfriend”: Watching her build a tower, watching her host guests, watching her tower collapse…