Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 109 [Extra 4]

Fang Xuanyao saw He Qingqi looking so well and impressive. At first, her nose tingled uncontrollably, but the next second, she saw the wrists of the two people holding hands. Her eyes flickered with disbelief, and she staggered a step—had she come one step too late?

“Qiqi, Qiqi,” her lips trembled.

He Qingqi was somewhat stunned, her fingers still weakly holding Zhuo Zhiwei’s wrist. Her brother’s reaction was enough to confirm everything: this woman was Fang Xuanyao, whom she had loved for over a decade. She stared intently at her, searching for even the slightest trace of her heart’s flutter.

However, the reality was that there was nothing.

Standing before her like a stranger, He Qingqi’s heart was as calm as a still lake, eerily peaceful.

She could be certain that her brother’s worries were unnecessary. She no longer loved this person. She needed to steady herself.

Meanwhile, He Qingzhou walked over to Fang Xuanyao, his face grim and sorrowful. She was another sister he had watched grow up since childhood. He had once made a vow to protect them for life, never imagining that things would come to this.

He slightly lifted his eyes, his brows half-furrowed. “Isn’t it tragic enough that Qiqi was harmed by you? I thought we had clarified everything…”

“Even if our He family wronged you back then, we’ve already lost everything. Aren’t you satisfied?” He pointed towards the doorway. “Please, go ahead.”

He Qingqi hesitated for a moment before suddenly speaking up. “Wait, wait! What are you here to do?”

Fang Xuanyao was initially stunned, then overjoyed. Qiqi was willing to talk to her; did that mean she was willing to forgive her?

Her face flushed with excitement, and she struggled to speak. “I—I came to see you, I…” She suddenly became a bit choked, lowering her typically proud head. “I was wrong… I’m sorry.”

Looking not particularly threatening, He Qingqi watched her thoughtfully.

He Qingzhou’s expression instantly darkened, his eyes flickering between clear and dim. “Qiqi…”

He Qingqi shook her head. She saw a familiar feeling in Fang Xuanyao, filled with too many doubts. Was the girlfriend in her memory truly not Zhuo Zhiwei? Why was there no trace of Zhuo Zhiwei in the past that He Qingzhou had told her about?

And who was the person who had framed her, who had been caught in bed with her? He Qingzhou had only mentioned it briefly, his expression still somewhat strange. Why did Fang Xuanyao choose this person? Could it be Zhuo Zhiwei…? These mysteries enveloped the real He Qingqi like a layer of smoke, leaving her bewildered.

In the past few days, He Qingqi had noticed that seeing a familiar person would trigger certain fragments of memory. For example, seeing Zhuo Zhiwei made her think of that watch. When He Qingzhou had told her those things earlier, she had actually recalled something—some fragmented images… So, she wanted to talk to Fang Xuanyao to see if it could help her remember something.

“I want to talk to her,” He Qingqi instinctively stared at Zhuo Zhiwei with her amber-colored eyes, her voice clear, seeking her opinion. “Is that okay?” This person’s gaze was still as clean and pure as it was in her youth. She had never changed, but she had grown older. The years of frozen time seemed to have created a vast chasm between them. What right did she have to pursue someone born in the light?

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes dimmed for a moment, tightly biting her lips, forcing herself to face everything rationally.

He Qingzhou furrowed his brows, about to refuse. “No…”

But Zhuo Zhiwei agreed before he could finish. “Yes, you can.” She nodded.

Her demeanor remained as always—reserved and elegant, inexplicably charming. Her eyelashes curved perfectly, making He Qingqi’s heart skip a beat. Then she continued in a calm tone, politely asking, “Do you need us to step out?”

“Okay,” He Qingqi responded excitedly. Seeing the eagerness in Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes showed how impatient she was. Her mouth held a hint of bitterness; she merely asked insincerely, which only ended up hurting herself…

Her pupils flickered once before she finally stood up, as if using all her strength, walking towards the door and pulling He Qingzhou, who was standing at the entrance, along with her.

“Let’s go.”

“You know your sister’s personality. You can’t stop her, and neither can I.”

He Qingzhou glanced uncertainly at He Qingqi, struggling for a moment before sighing and conceding. Just as Zhuo Zhiwei had said, if He Qingqi wanted to do something, no one could stop her. Moreover, He Qingzhou trusted his sister. Although she was willful and arrogant, she still had basic discernment. Knowing how Fang Xuanyao had treated her, she would never forgive this person no matter what.

“Alright,” he murmured.

The room door was open. Zhuo Zhiwei and He Qingzhou were worried about them being alone in the room. He Qingqi watched Zhuo Zhiwei leave, staring blankly at her back. After a long moment, she regained her senses and looked closely at the woman in front of her.

She was beautiful and elegant, but lacked the heart-fluttering feeling that Zhuo Zhiwei gave her.

After all, she had been harmed by this person all her life. It was lucky that there was no hatred left.

He Qingqi didn’t bother with polite pretense. She could tell that Fang Xuanyao was truly remorseful, so she went straight to the point. “May I ask, why did you send me to Zhuo Zhiwei’s bed?”

Fang Xuanyao was still a bit confused, stumbling over her words twice. “What?”

Seeing Fang Xuanyao’s reaction, He Qingqi became even more certain that this person was Zhuo Zhiwei.

So, she and Zhuo Zhiwei indeed had something, didn’t they? Although cheating within a marriage is disgraceful, if the person she cheated with was someone deceitful with ulterior motives, it wouldn’t matter. There was even a bit of a thrill and a secret, exhilarating joy that couldn’t be shared with outsiders.

Her heart softened repeatedly—it was Zhuo Zhiwei after all…

Clenching her fingers, she looked towards the door. The person was sitting sideways in the corridor, the afternoon sunlight bathing her, dust floating within the beams of light, reflecting on her face. She was cold and calm, stunningly beautiful in a way that seemed almost unbelievable. She seemed particularly fond of wearing white shirts, the collar accentuating the small bones in her throat, dangerously and sensually.

But if it was Zhuo Zhiwei, why didn’t her brother tell her? He Qingqi was confused. She didn’t feel like she was experiencing unrequited love. Zhuo Zhiwei had waited for her for eleven years; she couldn’t possibly have just considered her a friend.

He Qingqi glanced at Fang Xuanyao, suddenly feeling an inexplicable sensation. She felt that this person would surely give her the answers she needed.

She treated Fang Xuanyao as a mere tool without any psychological burden, repeating herself, yet too lazy to even inform her about her own amnesia.

Fang Xuanyao seemed as if she had been doused with cold water, staring at her dazedly. So, this was still the He Qingqi who hated her deeply. However, she hadn’t been awake for long. Why was her first word still about Zhuo Zhiwei? Just now, she had been staring absentmindedly at Zhuo Zhiwei… Having gone through it once, Fang Xuanyao had lost her former confidence. Her heart was full of panic, staring intently at He Qingqi’s eyes, hoping to find a trace of affection.

But there was nothing.

Fang Xuanyao couldn’t help but think sadly that she had fallen in love with Zhuo Zhiwei.

He Qingqi felt a bit unnerved by her gaze, cautiously backing away, considering whether to press the call button beside the bed at any moment.

“What are you doing?”

Was this… fear?

Perhaps she and He Qingqi were destined to never be together…

Suddenly, feelings of unwillingness and regret surged within her. If only she had been willing to face her feelings back then, if only she had treated her better, if only she had stopped in time…

But there were no “ifs.”

It was destined that she had to watch He Qingqi fall in love with another person.

Twice.

Her lips moved, but her eyes looked like she was about to cry. Self-abusing, she opened her mouth, her voice trembling: “Because she likes you. Whenever you have something, she will always come to find you…”

The entire world seemed to quiet down. He Qingqi opened her eyes wide, her heart skipped a beat.

Even though she had been prepared, her mind couldn’t help but explode with fireworks.

“I like you too…” She lowered her head, her eyebrows slightly curved.

…

Zhuo Zhiwei sat sideways in the corridor, occasionally glancing at the two figures happily conversing in the room, blinking slowly as a sourness welled up in her throat.

Accidents always happened faster than tomorrow. Over the eleven years, she had fantasized countless times about the day He Qingqi would wake up. Perhaps they would sit quietly together on a park bench watching the sunset like old friends. Maybe He Qingqi’s eyes would become cloudy and weathered, perhaps she would be much calmer than in her youth, maybe she still wouldn’t love her…

She had thought they would support each other until old age. That had been her nearly twenty-year dream.

The only thing she hadn’t considered was that Fang Xuanyao’s presence would still linger in her life. If possible, Zhuo Zhiwei was willing to give everything to He Qingqi.

But… what if she didn’t want that?

Fang Xuanyao seemed to have reformed…

Could He Qingqi, with her amnesia, let her go?

Zhuo Zhiwei turned her head to look out the window, tears streaming down.

He Qingzhou looked at her with worry. “Zhiwei.”

Zhuo Zhiwei gave a bitter smile, looking at the man in front of her who bore some resemblance to the person she loved, mocking herself. “Does my unwillingness to let go look utterly pathetic?”

“No,” He Qingzhou replied with a complicated expression. “Qiqi won’t disappoint you.” Zhuo Zhiwei shook her head, her gaze somewhat distant as she looked into the faraway horizon, sighing. “She will never disappoint me. I respect all of her choices.”

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, trying not to look so pitiful. She wanted to preserve her last bit of dignity, at least leaving something for herself when He Qingqi still didn’t want to turn and look at her.

She was willing to bury her thoughts in the past, simply being He Qingqi’s sister. Yes, if that was what He Qingqi wanted.