Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 46

After waiting for two days, there was still no news from Fang Xuanyao. He Qingqi continued her daily routine of bombarding with WeChat messages, but it was as if Fang Xuanyao had vanished into thin air, not responding to a single one.

She called several times, only to discover she had been blocked.

Confused and frustrated, He Qingqi decided to call He Qingzhou.

“Is this Xiao Qi?” The man’s steady voice was filled with surprise, as if a pie had suddenly fallen from the sky, leaving him dizzy.

He Qingqi touched her nose, feeling a bit bitter. “Yes.”

“Do you need something from me?”

Looking out the window, He Qingqi’s eyelashes trembled. “I do.”

After a pause, she forced out a single word: “Brother.”

On the other end of the line, He Qingzhou’s eyes widened, his mind went blank, and his heart raced as if time had stopped.

He Qingqi could still hear his rapid breathing. It took a while before he calmed down.

Suppressing his immense joy, He Qingzhou’s throat moved. “What is it, Xiao Qi?”

“What’s Fang Xuanyao been up to lately?”

“Xuanyao? She took a leave recently and said she had something to do. Why?”

“She’s not answering my calls.”

“Maybe she went back to the States.” He Qingzhou, tried to comfort her. “Don’t worry, Xiao Qi.”

He Qingqi knew he misunderstood. Pressing her lips together and furrowing her brows, she asked, “If I told you Fang Xuanyao wants to harm me, would you believe it?”

“Xuanyao wants to harm you.” He Qingzhou was incredulous.

Instead of answering, He Qingqi asked, “Brother, did our family have anything to do with the death of Fang Xuanyao’s parents and the bankruptcy of the Fang family?”

She didn’t believe the former at all. If her father truly lacked compassion, he would have sent her abroad long ago as a disobedient daughter. But the latter was uncertain. Business was like war, and she had grown up hearing her grandfather criticize Fang Xuanyao’s incompetent uncle. It was not surprising that the He family took a piece of the pie when the Fang family was on the verge of bankruptcy.

The terms “brother” and “our family” made He Qingzhou feel elated, as if the world had become surreal.

“Brother?”

“Oh!” He Qingzhou snapped back to reality. Recalling her question, he frowned. “Why are you asking this?”

“Just tell me if it’s true. No lies allowed, or else.” He Qingqi’s neck stiffened as she acted spoiled. “I won’t call you brother anymore.” Her neck quietly turned red.

He Qingzhou found her endearing and felt as if he had returned to his thirteen- or fourteen-year-old self, when He Qingqi was also so proud and cute.

He collected his thoughts and felt anxious that someone might have been talking nonsense in front of Xiao Qi. “Who told you these things? It’s complete nonsense!”

“The death of her parents has nothing to do with us. What good would it do for our family if they died? Yes, grandfather did want to take her in back then, but that was because he didn’t trust her unreliable uncle.”

“It wasn’t to seize her property.”

“When she first came to Yuding, my grandfather specifically asked me to look after her.”

“But Fang Xuanyao’s uncle… Actually, I don’t know much about it either. I was only ten years old at the time, but I vaguely remember my grandfather and dad saying it might have to do with him.”

“As for the Fang family, her uncle was a fool. The Fang family was bound to go bankrupt in his hands.”

“Though there was indeed some involvement from the He family,” He Qingzhou touched his nose. “For example, I handed over evidence of his tax evasion, making him serve a few years in prison, which could be seen as a way to console Uncle Fang and Aunt Fang in heaven.”

He Qingqi’s eyelid twitched. Could it be that Fang Xuanyao also blamed the He family in her past life for her uncle’s issue?

“But the fundamental reason for the bankruptcy was not us, and I think Xuanyao is quite sensible. She’s been very serious about her work recently.”

Thinking about it gave He Qingqi a headache. Both sides had their own versions, and she had no idea what was true, feeling like her mind was in a fog.

Fortunately, her family didn’t need her to think. She rubbed her temples wearily, then dismissed it. “Just keep an eye on her.”

“You mean…” He Qingzhou frowned, hesitating as he connected her earlier words.

If someone else had said this, he might not have believed it. However, because He Qingqi was the one Fang Xuanyao would follow to the ends of the earth, he partially believed it.

He pondered. “Okay, I understand.” His tone was somewhat solemn.

After a moment, he added, “You don’t have to worry about these things, Xiao Qi. Dad and I will handle it. You just stay happy; leave everything to us.”

“Is there anything else? I have someone here, Xiao Qi.”

He Qingqi listened to He Qingzhou calling himself “brother” with such enthusiasm, feeling a bit speechless. She touched her nose. “Nothing else.”

“Then I’ll hang up.”

“Okay.”

“Hey!” He Qingqi suddenly wanted to mention her marriage to Fang Xuanyao, but he had already hung up.

Staring at her phone for a while, she decided to procrastinate, thinking it might be better to talk about it next time.

Maybe Fang Xuanyao would come around?

…

Five days passed quickly. He Qingqi received her schedule and, unable to delay any longer, went to Yunshu Entertainment fully armed with her assistant and bodyguard, along with Zhuo Zhiwei.

They were the last to arrive.

Tao Jingan immediately nudged He Qingqi’s shoulder, but he just glanced at Zhuo Zhiwei without daring to touch her.

The cool gaze… Hmm? Cool? Tao Jingan, puzzled, took a good look at Zhuo Zhiwei. She seemed different.

The once aloof and distant aura had largely dissipated and is now replaced with calmness.

She gazed at He Qingqi with curiosity, but her outfit immediately captured her attention, causing her to scrutinize her up and down with a hint of disdain.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

Today, He Qingqi wore a loose orange sweatshirt, following the “missing bottom” fashion. Lin Fan had previously praised her, saying it suited her skin tone.

Puzzled, she looked at herself, satisfied with her good waist, good legs, and fair skin.

In confusion, she looked at Tao Jingan, finding nothing wrong.

Tao Jingan explained, “You look… so tacky.”

For a moment, He Qingqi remained silent. “Weren’t you the one wandering around the dorm in orange underwear?”

Tao Jingan: “!!!”

“Is that something you should say out loud?”

He Qingqi was puzzled. “Aren’t we all friends here?”

Tao Jingan licked her lips, snorted arrogantly, and walked away.

He Qingqi murmured to herself, “Only pigs snort.”

Yang Pei led the seven girls into a room that was set up like a classroom. The photographers were in position, and the group variety show began here.

“Let me explain the rules of our ‘Journey of Miracles.'”

The director of the variety show was an old acquaintance of He Qingqi, Director Tong. Standing at the podium like a teacher, he spoke with his hands behind his back and a big belly.

He Qingqi raised her eyebrows, curious about the rules.

“During our seven-day trip to the UK, all the funds will be in this envelope, controlled by the team leader, our center position, Tao Jingan. This is the total money for the seven of you for the next seven days, so remember to spend it sparingly.”

So far, He Qingqi has found it acceptable. She could always supplement it herself, and with Chi Yan back in the UK, she could ask for his help.

Then Director Tong dropped the bombshell:

“During the show, we’ll take your phones and wallets, so hand them over.”

“What?”

A chorus of disbelief.

Director Tong raised his chin, signaling to the photographers, “Go ahead!”

Her resolve had already faced challenges in just a few days!

He Qingqi’s eyes widened, instinctively covering her pocket with her phone on guard.

“Stay back!”

She pulled Zhuo Zhiwei behind her, retreating while threatening, “Don’t come near; I know martial arts! If I accidentally knock someone’s teeth out, it’s not my fault!”

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but smile, her eyes shimmering. Her little lion had grown up, bending slightly to let her completely protect herself.

Her delicate fingers touched the belt at the back of He Qingqi’s waist, gently caressing it.

She felt very secure.

At this point, the two photographers hesitated. He Qingqi, facing two opponents, continued to maneuver.

Unfortunately, the other teammates were too weak. After a brief struggle, they took their phones, capturing Zhuo Zhiwei from behind as a hostage.

He Qingqi, a drama queen, widened her peach blossom eyes, looking innocent but speaking righteously, exuding a heroic aura. “Let her go!”

With her hair tied high and standing tall, her left hand behind her back, and her right hand pointing at the photographer, post-editing would make her look like a chivalrous hero.

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but smile.

Director Tong personally took the phone from He Qingqi’s pocket, looking disdainful. “Give it to me.”

After fiddling with it and turning it off, he nodded to the photographer holding Zhuo Zhiwei. “Take hers too.”

Then he looked at He Qingqi. “Alright, stop glaring. We didn’t take your phone for nothing.”

The photographer released Zhuo Zhiwei.

“It’s for a hostage exchange.”

He Qingqi hugged Zhuo Zhiwei, feeling wronged but unwilling to let it go. She glared at Director Tong, threatening, “Tong Ningze, you just wait!”

Director Tong’s eyelid twitched, testily asking, “Don’t… bully a young man?”

“Hey!” He Qingqi walked over, waving her hand dismissively. “Enough; you’re fired. Get someone else.”

“Hey!” She grabbed the microphone. “Everyone, listen up. From now on, I’ll be your director.”

Director Tong gave her a playful beating, laughing and shooing her away.

After five days, He Qingqi once again lived without a phone.

Thinking of Fang Xuanyao, she wondered if He Qingzhou could clear things up. She was feeling a headache coming on.

…

On the bus to the airport, He Qingqi naturally sat with Zhuo Zhiwei.

Tao Jingan took a look around. Wang Qiyu and Cheng Yi seemed to get along well, leaving Qiu Ming and Jin Zhiyang alone.

She hesitated, then walked to Jin Zhiyang, awkwardly touching her nose. “Can I sit here?”

Jin Zhiyang suddenly felt her heart stop for a moment, then beat wildly in her chest.

She stood up suddenly, startling Tao Jingan, who took half a step back.

Seeing this, Jin Zhiyang repeatedly bowed to Tao Jingan, her face turning red as she nervously clutched her fingers. “Y-yes, sister.”

Tao Jingan was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a reaction from Jin Zhiyang. Then she smiled and said, “You sit too.”

The two nodded at each other and sat down.

Tao Jingan came to realize that Jin Zhiyang was truly her fan. She had thought it was a show gimmick and didn’t take it seriously.

In four performances, Jin Zhiyang never chose to be in her group. If she truly idolized her, why would she rationally restrain herself from the chance to share the stage?

But Tao Jingan believed that, as a professional idol, she should cooperate with the company’s CP strategy, regardless of whether she knew the person or if they genuinely liked her.

Just like Bian Sui Tong did back then, staring at her side profile with deep affection was just an act.

It seemed that this person was simply too shy.

Yes, after all, besides true fans, mother fans, and girlfriend fans, there was another type of fan called “timid fans.”

Tao Jingan couldn’t help but smile. “Zhiyang…”

“What? Sister?”

Gaining a little fan, Tao Jingan relaxed, leaning back in her seat, closing her eyes, and casually asking, “How long have you liked me?”

“Three years.” Jin Zhiyang shyly pursed her lips. “Since I was fifteen, I’ve liked you, sister.”

Tao Jingan was surprised, opening her eyes to look at her. “Are you only eighteen? Younger than Qingqi?”

Jin Zhiyang nodded slightly. “Yes, I’m in my first year of college in China, studying the Chinese language.”

“Then you must be good at it.” Tao Jingan joked. “Your Mandarin seems better than mine.”

He Qingqi overheard her from the front row and turned halfway around, mocking her. “That’s because you’re terrible.”

“Why are you everywhere?” Tao Jingan, feigning anger, gestured to punch He Qingqi. “Watch out, I’ll beat you!”

He Qingqi snorted, looking at her with disdain. “Think you can beat me?”

After provoking her, she immediately pulled back, shrinking her head.

Tao Jingan leaned over, grabbing her neck and giving her a playful beating.

Zhuo Zhiwei watched them playfully fight, smiling as she gently rubbed He Qingqi’s soft, thick blue-black hair.

At the airport, the seven took a sponsored phone and snapped a group photo before boarding.

In July, the UK wasn’t very warm, but the group was prepared, putting on their coats as they retrieved their luggage.

He Qingqi wore a beige coat, walking with her head held high. The nineteen-year-old girl had sharp and bright features, with a scar on her brow adding a touch of rebellion. Her coat swayed as she walked, her expression saying, “Don’t love me; it’s futile.”

But when facing Zhuo Zhiwei, her image crumbled.

This needs some editing.

He Qingqi beamed. “Zhiwei, do I look good like this?”

Like a well-behaved little lion, proudly hoping for praise from someone important.

Tao Jingan’s ears twitched.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes were gentle. “Very good.”

He Qingqi’s eyes sparkled, and her tail was almost wagging.

At this moment, she seemed to be more like a big dog than a little lion.

Zhuo Zhiwei smiled softly, rubbing her head.

She really wanted to kiss her eyes, which were shining brightly and made her feel like stars were inside.

Many people said her eyes were beautiful, but Zhuo Zhiwei thought He Qingqi’s gaze were more so.

Amber-colored, like an innocent youth, they are always bright and sparkling, making anyone who looks into them feel a few years younger.

Seeing the “affectionate” gaze between the two, Tao Jingan clicked her tongue.

She couldn’t stand it. If she didn’t know they acted like this in private too, she’d think they were faking for the show.

And… Zhiwei?

Tao Jingan raised an eyebrow at He Qingqi.

After five days, the terms of address had been upgraded.

You’ve got skills.

What about our friendship?