Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 111 [Extra 6]

“Nervous?” Zhuo Zhiwei tilted her head, her clear eyes full of confusion.

He Qingqi bit her lower lip, feeling her heart pounding like a drum.

She remembered herself being only 19, and it was natural to feel a bit shy and inexperienced when facing someone she liked. Moreover, this person was so beautiful and charming; she couldn’t tell how many people in the world liked her. It made He Qingqi feel at a loss, like facing a goddess.

She placed her hands behind her back, tightly gripping something.

“Mm, nervous.”

In fact, she had long wanted to say these words to this person. In the days since waking up, she had been lost, facing her amnesia and a completely unfamiliar life. Zhuo Zhiwei was the first person she saw upon opening her eyes, and inevitably, she developed a crush.

No matter where Zhuo Zhiwei was, her gaze always followed her. She liked to quietly watch Zhuo Zhiwei, listen to her speak, or even if she didn’t speak, just having her breathe beside her made her feel at ease.

Later, she realized that perhaps this person was her girlfriend, as she noticed a watch on her wrist—the same one she had. A conversation with Fang Xuanyao further convinced her of her speculation. She was delighted, excited, expecting every moment the person would show her affection.

But she waited and waited, and this person behaved more like a gentle and considerate older sister, not a lover, staying by her side.

He Qingqi suddenly panicked, unable to understand what this person was thinking. Now, nearly half a month had passed; she had cut ties with her brother and was desperately seeking a clear answer.

He Qingqi took a deep breath, pulled out her hand hidden behind her back, and slowly spread it open. “Can I give you this watch?” She lowered her gaze, blinking uncertainly, the moonlight casting a pitiful glow on her face.

Zhuo Zhiwei was taken aback. “What?”

Her voice trembled. “I want to give you this watch.”

“From the first moment I saw you, I knew that something must have happened between us. There’s a memory in my mind that says I want to give this watch to the person I want to spend my life with.”

He Qingqi slowly lifted her head, sitting in the wheelchair, looking up at the woman before her. She might no longer be young, and perhaps time had left its marks on her face, but she still held a fatal attraction for her.

Such a cold and aloof person, yet when facing her, she would smile as if the ice and snow had just melted. She had waited eleven years…

The wind was a bit strong; Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t hear clearly, only catching part of it. Her eyes flickered, her heart pounded heavily, and her mind kept echoing: Did she mean what she thought? Is that so? Is that so?

But too much insecurity caused her to subconsciously deny this thought.

She averted her gaze, her expression controlled and restrained, her throat dry. “You might have misunderstood. This watch wasn’t given to me by you. It’s…”

She paused. “Just like I said earlier, you forgot to take it, and I found it.”

“We have no story between us. You were my director, and I was your leading actress, that’s all.”

He Qingqi could feel her trembling, so she was even more confused about why she wanted to distance herself, almost blurting out, “But Fang Xuanyao said you like me!”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s body trembled, the affection hidden in her brows and eyes suddenly fell like a star. Fang Xuanyao knew… of course, how could she not know? If she didn’t know, how could she have chosen to entrap He Qingqi herself? In fact, she had long had a premonition, but had always been unwilling to accept the fact that made her feel utterly ashamed. What could be more humiliating than having He Qingqi’s legitimate wife know about her coveting He Qingqi? Zhuo Zhiwei still couldn’t think of anything at that moment.

She just gave a bitter smile, with a hint of “what’s done is done.” Her usually calm eyes now showed traces of madness, as she self-destructively recounted the painful reality, like a whip lashing her heart until it was drenched in blood.

“Yes, I like you. Even if you got married, I still like you. Even if you’ve clearly shown your dislike for me, I still like you. But you don’t like me…” By the end of her words, she almost lost her voice.

In despair, she squatted down, raised her hand to cover her eyes. She didn’t know if it was because she had been drinking, but her tear glands couldn’t be controlled, and tears leaked from between her fingers, inexplicably melancholic.

He Qingqi’s heart hurt sharply. “How could I not like you.” She was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, her legs struggling repeatedly, but still unable to stand.

She had never hated her own legs more than at this moment, hating that they couldn’t allow her to embrace this person, that she couldn’t offer her a coat earlier.

He Qingqi bit her teeth, gathered all her strength in her arms, and with a “bang”, the wheelchair flipped over. She finally achieved her wish, kneeling before Zhuo Zhiwei.

Her brows furrowed instantly, but she didn’t care about that anymore. She just wanted to embrace Zhuo Zhiwei.

Zhuo Zhiwei heard the sound, looked up immediately, her tear-filled eyes looking poignant.

She grabbed her arm, sniffling, feigned calmness. “Let me help you up.”

He Qingqi shook her head, pressing her back without hesitation, pulling her into her embrace.

Her brows twitched, her heart aching with every beat. “Don’t cry.”

If after hearing this, she still didn’t understand what happened, then He Qingqi was just too stupid.

So it should be that before her amnesia, she was blind-hearted and blind, mistaking ordinary things for gems, and making the real gem become tarnished. How long she was married to Fang Xuanyao was how long Zhuo Zhiwei suffered.

Her hand gently stroked Zhuo Zhiwei’s long hair, countless times cursing her own blind self in her heart, but her mouth spoke in a gentle voice. “I like you. Maybe you misunderstood. What I mean is, from the first moment I saw you upon waking up, I liked you. It’s because I like you that I remember the significance of the watch to me.”

“Weiwei, stop crying. It’s all my fault for not making things clear.”

“I love you the most, He Qingqi, I love you the most.”

“You always call her He Qingqi. You don’t know how much she has hoped you could call her ‘Qiqi’ these days. Although you calling her He Qingqi is so charming, she always hopes to be a bit closer to you.”

“But she’s timid, cowardly, and has always been too afraid to tell you. Can you forgive her for her belated confession?”

Zhuo Zhiwei was almost stunned, her knees together, forgetting to shed tears. She gently pushed He Qingqi away, staring blankly, choking as she asked, “You like me?”

He Qingqi felt a deep ache, holding her cheeks, wiping away her tears, her heart swelling. Her eyes were so soft they seemed to drip with water. “Yes, I like you.”

She took out the watch again. “This is…”

He Qingqi was momentarily dazed, the fog dissipating a bit as memories surged into her mind. She closed her eyes. “It’s something my mother left me. I once said I wanted to give it to the one she gave me to love. Now, I want to give it to you, can I?”

“Perhaps I didn’t know your goodness before, but now I know it with absolute clarity….”

“I like you.”

“I only want to spend my life with you.”

Zhuo Zhiwei was sobbing. “What about Fang Xuanyao?”

“He Qingqi?” He Qingqi was somewhat puzzled. “I have no memory of her now, and even if I hadn’t lost my memory, she treated me like that. I hate her, but it’s too late.”

“But she said you forgave her….” Zhuo Zhiwei wiped her tears.

“Huh?” He Qingqi was completely stunned, pointing to herself, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, incredulously asking, “I… forgave her?”

“I don’t even know her, how could I…” She suddenly remembered something, her expression strange, and stopped.

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her aggrievedly with those dark, gem-like eyes, without blinking, she accused, “You really are lying to me….”

“I didn’t!” He Qingqi was about to raise three fingers to swear to the heavens, she was sweating profusely, but looking at Zhuo Zhiwei’s reddened, tearful eyes and moist lips… suddenly her heart pounded loudly.

A young person’s emotions are always passionate and impulsive. She licked her lips back and forth, and couldn’t help it, she embraced Zhuo Zhiwei and kissed her.

She didn’t reciprocate the kiss, gasping in confusion, but just having her lips touch was enough to send adrenaline surging through her throat.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes widened instantly, being pressed down by that person caused her to lean back slightly, her soft waist held by her arms, her whole body trembling with excitement.

They kissed!

They kissed!

Kissed!

In He Qingqi’s fully awake state, she had never been so close to her. She stared at the high-hanging moon, two lines of tears flowing from the corner of her eyes.

This was her dream from youth.

Zhuo Zhiwei embraced her neck, slowly closing her eyes, but after waiting for a long time with no continuation, she opened her eyes a crack and saw that person’s face all red, as if the whole person was steaming.

What is this exquisite little cutie?

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but laugh, her clear laugh especially noticeable in the silent night. He Qingqi, with a crying tone: “Zhi—I’m here.” Zhuo Zhiwei hoarsely, taking the initiative, pressed her against the door, seductively saying, “Come on, open your mouth.”

He Qingqi, dizzy, obeyed her commands, her soft, moist tongue skillfully entering her mouth, with the scent of red wine, licking and sucking, like a strawberry-flavored kiss. He Qingqi felt a bit disoriented from the kiss.

Under Zhuo Zhiwei’s guidance, she gradually learned to breathe properly, and knew how to make Zhuo Zhiwei more comfortable.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but He Qingqi was pressing her forehead against Zhuo Zhiwei’s, breathing gently yet heavily, with an unnatural blush on her face.

Zhuo Zhiwei was no better. She suddenly thought somewhat scatteredly, when He Qingqi said she was nineteen, hadn’t she, Zhuo Zhiwei thought, eaten a tender, young grass?

The tender grass has a young person’s passionate heart, looking at her with bright eyes, full of affection. She grabbed her own wrist, smiled slightly, her voice carrying a bit of coquettish sweetness: “You’ve agreed, haven’t you?”

“I’ll put it on for you, okay?”

Zhuo Zhiwei nodded with a smile, thinking that even if her tender grass was back to her teenage years, she was still so flirty. She bent her lips, extended her arm, and looked away.

He Qingqi suddenly, with some regret, rubbed her wrist, saying, “The strap has worn out like this. Weiwei, I’ll buy you a new one.”

“No, I only want this one.” Zhuo Zhiwei quickly pulled her wrist back, cautiously saying, “This is the first gift you gave me.” He Qingqi didn’t know what to say, looking at her expression feeling inexplicably unsettled. Was the watch important, or the person?

She leaned over to grab the watch again, still mumbling, “Give it to me, Zhiwei, give it to me…”

“Not giving it!” Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes shone brightly, she stood up, stepped back a step, her eyes carrying a youthful vitality not seen in these years.