Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 112 [Extra 7]

He Qingqi sat on the ground, tilting her head slightly, gazing at Zhuo Zhiwei with a heart full of emotion and infatuation. However, her uncooperative legs prevented her from catching up, her cheeks puffed up.

Suddenly, a sly, fox-like cunning flashed in her eyes. She frowned tightly and touched her leg. “Ouch, that hurts…”

Her acting was truly terrible, yet Zhuo Zhiwei was deceived.

Panicking, she crouched down hurriedly, helping to lift the nearby wheelchair, then went to assist the girl on the ground, full of self-reproach:

“Are you okay?”

He Qingqi instantly smiled, very pleased with herself, and grabbed Zhuo Zhiwei’s arm: “Gotcha.”

“He Qingqi!” Zhuo Zhiwei pretended to be angry, glaring at her, clenching her fist, trying to break free, but it was as if she were pinched by pliers. They tangled for a moment, but Zhuo Zhiwei showed no sign of anger, her beautiful eyes slightly open, her cheeks slightly flushed.

He Qingqi was overwhelmed by her feelings. Suddenly, her expression softened as she looked up at Zhuo Zhiwei: “Zhiwei, could you call me Qiqi?”

Zhuo Zhiwei was stunned, no longer struggling. She sighed helplessly, bent down to embrace her, dragging her back into the wheelchair. She crouched halfway, carefully dusting off her clothes, tenderly smoothing her knees out of pity.

After an unknown amount of time passed, her brows twitched as she looked up at her: “Does it hurt?”

He Qingqi slowly shook her head. “I was just tricking you.” She gently stroked Zhuo Zhiwei’s cheek, rubbing it, as that person nuzzled her palm.

An indescribable sense of helplessness surged in He Qingqi’s heart, making it feel sour and swollen.

“After all these years, was it worth it?”

“There’s nothing worth or not worth,” Zhuo Zhiwei sat on the ground, leaning against He Qingqi’s lap. He Qingqi mustered all her strength to lift the coat she had just given her from the ground, nearly straining her waist, and then draped it over Zhuo Zhiwei’s body.

Listening to her sigh: “As long as it’s you, I’m willing to do anything.”

He Qingqi’s throat tightened, a myriad of sourness rising up. She patted Zhuo Zhiwei’s back intermittently: “Zhiwei.”

“Mmm?”

“Could you tell me our story? I want to hear you say…” Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes curled into fine lines. “Don’t you already know? We have no story. It was always just my one-sided love.”

He Qingqi shook her head, her crow-like eyelashes casting obedient shadows on her face. “How could we have no story? It’s just some details that outsiders don’t know.”

“Weiwei.” She suddenly changed her address. “Are you willing to tell me your secrets?”

Zhuo Zhiwei let out a light laugh, her heart softened completely. “Not really secrets, just some memories I use to console myself. If you want to know, I’ll tell you.”

That was the most beautiful dream she had ever had, often recalled over the years, and now it felt like it happened just yesterday. She gradually became absent-minded. “Let’s start with how we met…” He Qingqi listened under the moonlight as the girl recounted everything eloquently. She didn’t know what to say, only gently stroking her long hair.

“…Later, I decided to forget you. Before leaving, I asked you a question.”

“What was it?”

“Would you dislike someone just because they were the child of a third party?”

He Qingqi paused, then puzzled. “Why are you asking me this question?”

“Because…” Zhuo Zhiwei lowered her eyes, smiled lightly. “Because my mother was the third party, the woman who destroyed someone else’s family. My father was an unfaithful man. He was irresponsible, having a wife and daughter yet still flirting with my mother…” She suddenly stopped, pressed her lips together, and after a long time, called out the name she had thought of for a long time: “Qiqi.”

She suddenly became flustered and humble. “Do you still like someone like me?”

He Qingqi felt her heart shaken by something; she couldn’t help but wonder, what was her answer back then?

Had she ever hurt Zhuo Zhiwei? She desperately searched her mind for those memories, but it was all blank.

She couldn’t remember.

Her face showed some pain, her eyes red. She didn’t understand why Zhuo Zhiwei cared so much about her background, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her panic. Zhuo Zhiwei’s original family was unfortunate; she hated and was ashamed of it. During those years she died, was Zhuo Zhiwei all alone? Like tonight, clutching a wine glass, silently gazing at the moonlight. But He Qingqi was not there; Zhuo Zhiwei’s entire being was surrounded by deathly silence, only shadows accompanied her.

“I like you.” He Qingqi’s throat was dry. She gently stroked her hair. “No matter if you’re the child of a third party, or a fourth, fifth party… I like you.”

“That’s your parents’ fault. What does it have to do with you?”

“No matter what I said before, Zhiwei, I won’t.”

Zhuo Zhiwei muttered an “Hmm,” rubbing He Qingqi’s knee.

She didn’t mention how He Qingqi had spoken back then. By today, it was completely unnecessary. She looked up at the distant moon. Would she be happy this time?

Yes, she would.

After all, this person was He Qingqi, whom she had loved for twenty years.

It was cold underground. They leaned on each other for a while longer, and He Qingqi suddenly said, “Is it cold? Let’s go back.”

Zhuo Zhiwei nodded, affectionately nudged her leg again, then stood up, walked around to He Qingqi’s back, and slowly pushed her back to the room, with the coat He Qingqi had given her draped over her shoulder.

After hearing Zhuo Zhiwei’s somewhat sorrowful story, the joy of having a girlfriend was somewhat dulled. He Qingqi sat in the wheelchair, more than once making up her mind to treat Zhuo Zhiwei well. She would give Zhuo Zhiwei everything she wanted.

She couldn’t help but laugh self-mockingly; if she had thought the same way about Fang Xuanyao back then, it would have been terrible.

The party was still ongoing. As the protagonist, He Qingqi hid in a corner, constantly feeding her girlfriend snacks.

“Weiwei, you’re too thin. Eat a little more.”

Zhuo Zhiwei was first stunned, then smirked. “Am I getting fat?”

He Qingqi nodded eagerly, using a child-coaxing tone, enticingly saying, “Come, ah…”

Chai Xu didn’t know when he had approached them, looking at He Qingqi and then at Zhuo Zhiwei with a strange expression.

He Qingqi acted fierce. “What are you staring at?!”

Chai Xu couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. Eleven years had been enough for the big boy who used to follow He Qingqi, calling her “Sister Qi” and “Sister Qi,” to grow up.

He wore a proper suit, his left hand behind his back, charmingly said, “What are you two doing… taking a fake play seriously?”

He Qingqi’s little face turned instantly red, unable to help recalling the earlier scene on the balcony. She looked down, couldn’t help but feel happy, wanting to share with her childhood best friend. “How did you know?”

Chai Xu raised an eyebrow, signaling her lips. He Qingqi didn’t catch on. “What?”

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but look over, her ears blushing instantly. Fortunately, her high-cold aura was strong enough not to let others notice.

She lowered her body, her hair slipping from behind her ears, moving like slow motion, with a unique beauty.

She tilted He Qingqi’s chin, her thumb stroking her reddened lips, still maintaining a calm demeanor.

Chai Xu almost dropped his jaw. Was this still that aloof flower?

He Qingqi felt her heart beat like a drum, her whole body went limp, gazing dreamily into her eyes, her nose, finally resting on her lips.

With a “gulp,” she swallowed. Somewhere unknown, she couldn’t help but tremble.

She knew clearly that she had developed desires for Zhuo Zhiwei.