Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 110 [Extra 5]

He Qingqi had a fleeting vision in her mind—a scene of herself protecting Zhuo Zhiwei from behind, with a ferocious-looking man ahead being kicked in a vital spot by her. He Qingqi frowned slightly; this was exactly what her brother had mentioned—the talent show she had once participated in? So that was how she had met Zhuo Zhiwei.

Fang Xuanyao was still saying something, her lips trembling, eyes holding a final glimmer of hope as she murmured, “D-Do you still… still want to forgive me?”

He Qingqi raised her eyebrows, indifferently looking at the woman before her. “Sorry,” she replied politely.

Seeing her resolute attitude and the calmness in her eyes, Fang Xuanyao knew that He Qingqi no longer had any feelings for her. Her throat tightened, her emotions visibly plummeting; she shook her head. “No need to apologize, it has always been my fault. It’s right that you don’t forgive me.” Fang Xuanyao lowered her gaze, giving a bitter smile. “After all, I treated you that way.”

In fact, Fang Xuanyao had long been prepared mentally. Not long before, she had been rejected once, and being rejected again was only natural. She just wanted to do something for herself in the end, at least so that when she grew old, she would have no regrets and no remorse.

Fang Xuanyao stood up. “I’m already very happy to see you alive. Qiqi, I’m leaving, I know…”

“In fact, you don’t really want to see me,” she finished, once again entirely for Zhuo Zhiwei’s sake.

He Qingqi nodded calmly, even responding with a somewhat pleased tone. “I’m glad you know.”

Fang Xuanyao rubbed her forehead with a wry smile. “…You really are honest.”

He Qingqi shrugged indifferently, pointing towards the door. “Anyway, thank you for telling me all this. When you leave, please help me call Zhuo Zhiwei and my brother inside.”

Fang Xuanyao gave a low “mm” sound. “Also, thank you for agreeing to meet me today. I wish you all the best.”

“Goodbye.”

Watching her back, memories kept flashing in He Qingqi’s mind—happy ones, despairing ones, everything from their past. She couldn’t see them clearly, but suddenly her tone rose, and almost instinctively she spoke: “When a person dies, it’s like a lamp going out. Our enmity has thus been resolved…”

“Dead…” Fang Xuanyao’s body trembled, her pupils constricted. She turned around abruptly, incredulously looking at the girl in the patient gown. Her arms couldn’t help but start to shake. “Y-You, what are you saying?”

He Qingqi was also taken aback, her eyes full of confusion. She touched her own head and said softly, “Sorry, I don’t know either. I just suddenly heard that sentence in my ear, and then it came out uncontrollably.”

“Just think of me as rambling.” She gave a small smile.

Fang Xuanyao gazed at her blankly, her eyes quickly filling with tears. She blinked desperately, trying to prevent the tears from falling. Did she mean what she thought? Qiqi had forgiven herself; all of that wasn’t a dream. At that moment, Qiqi was living well in another dimension.

Before she died, Fang Xuanyao had seen her and Zhuo Zhiwei announce their relationship. She should… be very happy.

What about this person in front of her? Fang Xuanyao looked at her face, a hypothesis rising in her mind. But why didn’t she remember her? Fang Xuanyao’s complexion changed, unable to contain herself, she asked, “Um, may I ask something….”

“What?”

“Did you lose your memory?”

He Qingqi was somewhat surprised. After thinking about it, this person had been her wife for ten years; feeling her change was natural and nothing to hide. He Qingqi nodded calmly. “Yes, I only vaguely remember certain scenes.”

Fang Xuanyao seemed to lose all her strength, staggering a step. Her eyes flickered as she looked at her for a long while before finally smiling lightly, a hint of helplessness in her smile. Perhaps this was what He Qingqi meant when she said their enmity was over. At 29, because of her own death, Fang Xuanyao had chosen to forget, and at 19, she couldn’t even remember the slightest details about herself.

She had been completely ostracized by that person from the world.

Suddenly, she felt panicked. How many people in this world remembered her? If even He Qingqi had forgotten her…

After all, it was her own misdeeds. She had so many paths to take but had chosen the wrong one, taking a dead end. She couldn’t blame others.

Without saying a word to He Qingqi, her indifferent brows and eyes remained as always, but at the moment of turning around, she was in tears.

…

Zhuo Zhiwei and He Qingzhou had been waiting in the corridor for a long time. Zhuo Zhiwei silently gazed at the distant scenery, her arms resting on the window sill, saying nothing when suddenly an unfamiliar yet familiar voice came from behind: “We’re done talking.”

Zhuo Zhiwei almost instantly turned around, her brows deep and solemn as she faced the person.

Fang Xuanyao, wearing a navy blue coat with both hands in her pockets, stood a few steps away, exuding elegance and grace.

Two equally beautiful women, with somewhat similar temperaments, stood facing each other. They looked at each other as if they were looking at another version of themselves in this world.

Facing a rival, no matter how desperate she had been just moments before, she now appeared unperturbed, dressed elegantly, as if energized, presenting her best self.

He Qingzhou blinked, appearing a bit shy. This might be a woman’s dignity. He withdrew silently, moving away from the two, keeping his distance so as not to get caught in the conflict.

Zhuo Zhiwei maintained her weary expression, not knowing how long she had been standing. She suddenly lowered her head, then raised it again. “We’re done?”

Her tone was familiar, not intimate, as if she was merely speaking to an unimportant acquaintance.

Gone was the despair and shame from before when facing her, not daring to lift her eyes. And she was different from the Zhuo Zhiwei she had seen in her previous life, as if detached from the world, untouched by any mundane matters. How long had it been since she had seen such a Zhuo Zhiwei?

Fang Xuanyao was somewhat dazed, nodding. “We’re done.”

Zhuo Zhiwei: “Mm.” Then she pointed towards the door. “Then I’m going in?” As she was turning around, Fang Xuanyao suddenly raised her tone. “Wait!”

“Don’t you want to know what we talked about?”

Zhuo Zhiwei paused briefly before continuing, putting her hands in her pockets, her gaze indifferent as she stepped forward. “If she wanted to tell me, she would have. If she didn’t, I wouldn’t force it.”

Such nonchalance, such calmness… In that moment, the surge of jealousy almost drowned her rationality. Fang Xuanyao’s chest was heaving violently; why could this person have her lover, twice over?

Her eyes welled with tears at the corners, her lips curling into a reckless final madness. “Qiqi said when someone dies, it’s like a lamp going out. She forgave me.” Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but tremble. She slightly raised her blinking eyes, the moonlight-like clear eyes filled with sorrow, for herself and for He Qingqi.

After just a few seconds, she regained her composure. “Oh, congratulations.” A pink hue flashed at the corner of her eyes before she left without looking back.

Only Fang Xuanyao remained standing there.

After a long while, she realized what she had done.

Fang Xuanyao couldn’t believe it. She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her, realizing she had been driven mad by jealousy. Compared to Zhuo Zhiwei, she looked like a hysterical madwoman.

She had lost again.

Fang Xuanyao frowned, full of shame, clutching her clothes’ edge tightly as she turned and left. Zhuo Zhiwei thought it was the day her dream had shattered, but she hadn’t expected Fang Xuanyao would never come again.

She hadn’t asked He Qingqi what happened that day, or what they had talked about. She just quietly stayed by her side, watching her gradually rehabilitate and slowly regain her memories.

Sometimes she wanted to ask He Qingqi, “Is this what you wanted? Was I a good enough sister in the role I played?”

Her heart had gradually cooled with time’s passage and she had come to accept the fact that He Qingqi didn’t love her. Although she still depended on her greatly, Zhuo Zhiwei, abandoned by the world for forty-three years, had long ceased to have any further expectations.

“Let it be,” she thought. Being able to stay by He Qingqi’s side was enough.

He Qingqi’s condition had visibly improved. She didn’t want to stay in the hospital, so He Qingzhou suggested returning to the family’s old mansion to rehabilitate at home. Zhuo Zhiwei felt at a loss.

“Come back with us!” He Qingqi’s eyes sparkled as some of her memories before she was nineteen had returned. After a moment’s thought, she crisply called out, “Brother!”

Every time her sister called her like that, the usually silent and steady man couldn’t help but arch his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

“Is there a guest room next to my room?”

He Qingzhou was quite pleased. “Yes, Qiqi. You want to get up!”

He Qingqi shyly touched her head. “I just wanted to get up a bit. I recall that Chai Xu and others have stayed here.”

He Qingqi turned to look at Zhuo Zhiwei, tugging at the long coat playfully. “Zhiwei…” With some hidden intention, she pressed her lips together, heart pounding, pretending to be casual as she continued to act coquettishly. “Sister, Weiwei….”

“Would you like to come back with us?”

Her eyes still held the passionate enthusiasm of a young person unaware of the world. She kept calling her “Weiwei” and “sister….” Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t know how many times she had dreamt of such a scene, dreaming of He Qingqi pressing over her, kissing her gently yet dominantly.

In a moment of daze, under the allure of beauty, Zhuo Zhiwei’s throat tightened, her voice slightly husky. “Okay.”

She agreed like that.

Coming back to herself, she couldn’t help but laugh. After all these years, she still had no resistance to He Qingqi’s gaze.

That night, to celebrate He Qingqi’s return, the family held a medium-sized party. Most of the attendees were He Qingqi’s childhood friends. Whether Zhuo Zhiwei knew them or not, they all came with their families, bringing their lovers and children to see this friend trapped by time.

Although He Qingqi had not fully recovered her memory, mysteriously, she could call most people by name.

There was a girl Zhuo Zhiwei had seen last time in the hospital, who kept oddly staring at her wrist. She felt a bit uncomfortable being watched, so she turned her side, covered her wrist, and unobtrusively took off her watch.

Jiang Zhaonian walked over, flirtatiously giving He Qingqi a wink. “Alright, you, taking a fake act seriously.”

He Qingqi was somewhat confused, her hand on the wheelchair’s wheel. “What?”

Jiang Zhaonian raised her eyebrow, gesturing towards Zhuo Zhiwei’s wrist. “Your watch… hey, where’s the watch?”

Zhuo Zhiwei opened her hand, her gaze indifferent. “Earlier, He Qingqi forgot to take it. I wanted to return it to her, but then that whole thing happened… all these years, I had forgotten it belonged to her.”

She took He Qingqi’s hand, placing the watch into it. “Now, it’s returned to its rightful owner.” She gave a slight smile.

But inexplicably, He Qingqi didn’t feel any trace of amusement. Instead, her heart felt like it was being squeezed in someone’s palm, throbbing painfully.

She knew what the watch represented. She had always thought it was a gift she had given to Zhuo Zhiwei… Why was she saying this now? Was it because she felt immoral for being married at that time?

But she clearly knew what Fang Xuanyao was like… He Qingqi was full of doubt, gradually gripping her palm tighter.

She wanted to approach to return the watch to Zhuo Zhiwei, but someone engaged her in small talk. She couldn’t extricate herself, so she could only stretch her neck, helplessly watching Zhuo Zhiwei leave.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly lowered her eyes and smiled, clutching a highball glass, turned and went upstairs, silently watching the city of A under the night sky. Wasn’t it said that someone with a heart tied to another was not truly alone? Why was she still so lonely now?

What had she done wrong? Why could people who others couldn’t keep despite her trying her best? She unconsciously raised her hand to touch her arm, rubbing it back and forth, a bitter smile flickering between her brows. It was so cold.

Suddenly, a warm palm gripped her hand. Startled, she turned to meet the familiar features of that person. A scar was between his brows, and the moonlight on him rendered a warm, gentle aura.

He Qingqi handed her the coat she was holding. “Why did you come out? Bored?”

“No.” Zhuo Zhiwei subconsciously took it, holding it in her arms, unknowingly sniffing it. It smelled like He Qingqi, full of longing.

“And you?”

He Qingqi suddenly clenched her fingers, her head tilted aside, her eyes lowered. “I…I’m a bit nervous.”

Even her voice was trembling.