Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 32

The two new managers of Wonders, one male and one female, were Yang Pei and Lin Xi. Yang Pei was mainly responsible for group activities, while Lin Xi arranged individual activities. They coordinated and consulted with each other, aiming to maximize the commercial value of Wonders’ members within two years without compromising their future development.

Today, they are only responsible for returning the Wonders members to their original management company.

The seven girls approached their respective nanny vans, with assistants helping to load their luggage. He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei naturally got into the same vehicle.

The car hadn’t traveled far when the girls saw the entire building, including the yard, surrounded by a sea of people. Various banners and light boards waved in the wind, with distinct colors and a cacophony of cheers and screams flooding their ears.

People were shouting names like Tao Jinghan, He Qingqi, and Zhuo Zhiwei.

Since the airing of “Idol Era,” the girls’ Weibo followers have multiplied. During their three months with the show, they had frequent magazine shoots and endorsement deals. There was always some schedule to follow.

However, the number of fans had never been this large, whether at performances or commuting to and from work. Although the members had mentally prepared themselves, they were still shocked by their current popularity.

They heard staff report their rising votes and likes on their direct videos on a daily basis, but those were just numbers. For them, the concept of fame remained vague.

This was particularly true for the four participants outside the top three, who lacked assurance and mirrored each other. Until the last moment, no one knew who would debut.

Yesterday, they were still anxious about whether they could debut, comparing themselves to the top three, who were exceptionally talented and popular. Naturally, they doubted their own abilities, wondering if no one liked them, leaving them feeling lost and uncertain.

Now, the overwhelming support from the fans felt surreal, like a pie falling from the sky, making them dizzy and incredulous. Even the usually composed Zhuo Zhiwei was momentarily stunned by the overwhelming cheers.

He Qingqi saw her fan section and waved, and Zhuo Zhiwei, curious and slightly excited, joined her to observe the spectacular scene.

Fans, spotting the two together, were instantly invigorated, their cheers rising in waves. 

Some CP fans, hidden among the solo fans, quickly recorded the scene and shared it online, exclaiming that everyone should enjoy the sweet moment together.

QW is real: “Online shipping, seven girls in six nanny vans, my Qingwei is real!”

Within minutes, the post garnered hundreds of comments.

“Oh my, what a divine CP! Are they meeting the parents already?”

“Since becoming a QWG, I brush my teeth all the time. Why? Because it’s too sweet!”

Someone with sharp eyes noticed Zhuo Zhiwei wearing He Qingqi’s hat and took a screenshot.

“Anyone who says they’re just a business CP can shove this picture in their face! Do you share a car with someone you don’t get along with? Do you give your hat to someone you don’t like? Seriously, spreading rumors is easy; debunking them is hard.”

Last night’s live broadcast ended at midnight, and the excitement from the finale stage kept them awake. They chatted until late into the night.

He Qingqi’s home was across the city from the “Idol Era” dormitory. The driver was skilled, driving smoothly and at a moderate speed. In the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, drowsiness crept in. Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes slowly closed until she fell asleep on He Qingqi’s shoulder.

Seeing this, He Qingqi chuckled softly, carefully removed Zhuo Zhiwei’s hat, adjusted her shoulder for comfort, and signaled the driver to raise the air conditioning temperature. Gradually, she too closed her eyes for a short nap.

She heard a faint sound in her ear.

“Xiao Qi? Xiao Qi?” The voice sounded familiar. He Qingqi thought groggily.

“Xiao Qi, wake up; we’re home.”

Comfortable, He Qingqi, still not fully awake, slowly opened her eyes, pouting and frowning at the source of the voice. “What is it?”

“Awake?”

She blinked, the scene before her becoming clear, her pupils focusing. “Grandpa?” she asked.

She jolted awake, the fog in her mind completely dissipating.

Her lips moved as she looked at the slightly older man who was unable to speak.

The memory of him lying silently on a hospital bed and his cremation remained vivid. Although she knew she would see him again and had seen his healthy condition in videos, meeting him in person made her so emotional that she felt like crying.

He Dongche was beside her. “Xiao Qi? Are you confused by sleep? Or had a nightmare?”

He Qingqi swallowed and murmured a soft “mm,” quickly averting her gaze, the sour feeling rushing to her nose and reddening her eyes. She forced down the emotion, pretending nothing was wrong.

“Should we wake your friend?” He Dongche asked softly, not wanting to disturb Zhuo Zhiwei.

Outside, he was the formidable and stern Chairman. But at home, he was just an ordinary father, often exasperated by his daughter but unable to stop doting on her, attentive and considerate.

Despite his love, he didn’t blindly indulge He Qingqi. He taught her life principles seriously and was strict and unyielding when she did something against those principles.

This was why He Qingqi, despite being reckless for thirty years, hadn’t caused any major trouble apart from the incident with Fang Xuanrao.

He Qingqi considered her chances of carrying Zhuo Zhiwei upstairs in one go and dismissed the idea. She gently moved her shoulder, calling softly, “Zhiwei, Zhiwei?”

He Dongche and Grandpa He exchanged a glance and was slightly surprised. Over the years, they had seen various faces of He Qingqi—rebellious, proud, loyal, domineering, and willful—but never this gentle, a side once only belonging to Fang Xuanrao.

Now, it was shared with the beautiful girl before them.

If she remembered correctly, her name was Zhuo Zhiwei, the third-place winner from “Idol Era,” who was even more beautiful than her own daughter.

Seeing her in person now, it was clear the rumors were true.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, looking at He Qingqi with confusion, like a lost fawn in the morning forest, her gaze pure, harmless, and adorable.

“Qingqi?” Her voice was soft and sweet, different from usual, almost as if she were unconsciously acting cute.

He Qingqi’s heart flutters, her eyes softening as if they could melt. She gently patted Zhuo Zhiwei’s head, soothing her in a voice that grew even softer.

“We’ve arrived at my house. Let’s go upstairs to sleep, okay?”

Zhuo Zhiwei nodded instinctively, but she suddenly sensed something was off, catching the key words “my house” and “upstairs” in He Qingqi’s words.

Her eyes widened, sleep vanished completely, and her gaze fell on the two men standing at the car door, scrutinizing her.

They looked familiar, their features somewhat resembling He Qingqi’s.

Realization dawned on her, and a flash of embarrassment crossed her face. Fortunately, she had good mental fortitude. After a light cough, she smiled and greeted them, “Hello, Grandpa. Hello, Uncle.”

He Dongche slightly raised the corners of his lips and nodded. “Hello to you too. Treat this place like your home. There is no need to be formal. Later, let Qingqi show you around. I won’t disturb you.”

With that, he turned to instruct the assistant helping with the luggage, “Follow me.” Grandpa He also slowly followed them.

It wasn’t until their figures disappeared around the corner that Zhuo Zhiwei relaxed.

She pouted, glared at He Qingqi, and playfully hit her, whispering, “Why didn’t you wake me up when your uncle arrived? I made such a fool of myself!”

“How did you make a fool of yourself?” He Qingqi laughed while dodging her playful punches. “Our Weiwei is so pretty.”

That nickname again.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s heart skipped a beat; her cheeks blushed uncontrollably, the redness spreading to her ears. She was embarrassed and annoyed, she said.

“You’re just making excuses.”

He Qingqi, her shoulder slightly numb from the pressure, feigned a look of grievance, saying incredulously, “How am I making excuses? Isn’t it true? All ninety-plus of us think you’re the prettiest!”

Zhuo Zhiwei glared at her but said nothing, noticing her small movements. She made He Qingqi turn around and sit behind her, her slender fingers moving across her shoulder.

After a while, she asked gently, “Feeling better?”

He Qingqi lazily closed her eyes, like an old man lounging in a rocking chair. 

Hearing the question, she hummed in response. When Zhuo Zhiwei stopped massaging, He Qingqi turned to look at her, naturally taking her hand. “Miss Zhuo, may I have the honor of showing you around my house?”

She was quite the gentleman.

Zhuo Zhiwei blinked, suddenly remembering something, and teasingly said:

“To see the other chairman in your family?”

He Qingqi, recalling her childhood antics, blushed, slightly embarrassed, as she touched her nose.

Putting her hat on, she jumped out of the car and asked, “How do you still remember that? I was just a kid back then.”

The security at Yuding Villa was excellent. The residents were either wealthy or prominent, and many celebrities came here for the name. He Qingqi’s house was a standalone villa, with few people passing by except for the patrolling guards, so there was no worry about paparazzi or overzealous fans.

Grandma He had been upstairs but quickly came to the door upon hearing that her granddaughter was back.

“Xiao Qi!”

“Grandma!” He Qingqi’s eyes lit up, and she dashed to her chubby grandma like a bullet, hugging her tightly. “I missed you so much!”

Seeing Grandpa He had earlier felt surreal, like a dream. But seeing Grandma filled He Qingqi with overwhelming joy and gratitude for this second chance.

Because of this second chance, she could see her grandparents again and correct all the past mistakes.

Like Zhuo Zhiwei, like Fang Xuanyao.

She owed one person, while another owed her.

“Oh, our little Xi; your face looks so thin. Were you not eating well there?” Grandma He asked, her face full of concern as she touched He Qingqi’s face.

There’s a kind of thinness that grandmothers always see.

He Qingqi’s face burned with embarrassment, knowing that Zhuo Zhiwei was laughing behind her. She tugged at her grandma, signaling her to stop.

“Grandma, I’ve gained seven pounds! I’m almost at one hundred and ten now!”

“Seven pounds?” Grandma He looked at her skeptically, clearly missing the hint: “No way, your arms and legs look thinner!”

“You must be tired!” Grandma He quickly surmised, feeling even more concerned, “Look how worn out our little Xi is.”

Zhuo Zhiwei walked over, feeling a bit nervous, her back stiff and her breathing slowing.

Grandma He took a closer look and exclaimed, “So beautiful, even more than on TV.”

He Qingqi laughed, naturally linking arms with Zhuo Zhiwei and pulling her forward. “Grandma, this is the Zhuo Zhiwei you like so much.”

Zhuo Zhiwei pursed her lips, finally relaxing, and gave Grandma He a gentle smile. “Hello, Grandma.”