Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 49

He Qingqi hesitated at the doorway, her mind in a chaotic mess.

The annoying doorbell sound had stopped, and an eerie silence filled the air as if time had frozen. However, memories rushed in like a flood, uncontrollably overwhelming her.

“He Qingqi…”

“Qi Qi…”

Two voices, different in tone and emotion, but from the same person, echoed continuously in her mind.

Twenty-nine-year-old Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her coolly, saying, “I’m leaving.” Twenty-two-year-old Zhuo Zhiwei smiled. “Can’t I call you that?”

So many moments of affection, mixed with even more guilt, intertwined and fermented into her current feelings for Zhuo Zhiwei.

In her heart, she felt she shouldn’t have developed these feelings for Zhuo Zhiwei. The events of the past had left deep scars in her memory.

Those who didn’t know the truth stood on moral high ground, looking down on her as if she had truly done something wrong. The overwhelming accusations and disdain suffocated her, making her instinctively want to escape.

She wasn’t wrong.

She told herself this repeatedly.

She and Zhuo Zhiwei were just friends, without any overstepping behavior or feelings.

She was framed.

These thoughts circulated in her mind, hypnotizing her to believe there was no possibility of anything more between her and Zhuo Zhiwei.

She mistook affection for guilt, labeling her loved one as a friend.

But now there was a possibility. It was she, after experiencing everything in the future, who first had this thought.

It was as if she was providing false evidence for the past accusations.

Moreover, she, He Qingqi, was the one who had ruined Zhuo Zhiwei’s life.

Her poor judgment of people led Zhuo Zhiwei to suffer an unjust disaster.

She had also hurt her with words, genuinely causing her pain, even if unintentionally. For a long time, He Qingqi had been blaming herself.

How could someone as terrible as she be like someone as good as Zhuo Zhiwei?

She had been suppressing and self-deceiving these feelings for an unknown amount of time.

Once she recognized them, they surged forth uncontrollably.

In retrospect, the signs had been there for a long time—her unconscious softness towards Zhuo Zhiwei, the images that flashed in her mind when she considered divorce…

He Qingqi couldn’t believe how clearly she sorted out her emotional changes, feeling as if a massive wave was crashing in her heart. Emotions flashed through her mind—shame, guilt, panic… and a small, but undeniable, joy.

After all, the person she liked this time was the proud, resolute, cool, and clean Zhuo Zhiwei, someone she could completely trust.

She wanted to pursue her.

She wanted to be with her.

She wanted to share all of her life’s intimacies with her.

But she had been married. And now, she clearly understands that it was ten years ago, and her marital status on her household registration is still clearly stated:

Married.

Her brows are slightly furrowed. He Qingqi always knew she wasn’t a good person. As Fang Xuanyao had said, she was domineering, arrogant, and selfish. If it were someone else, she might have confessed after the divorce without any scruples.

She hadn’t done anything wrong. Divorce wasn’t a crime.

But it was Zhuo Zhiwei.

Someone who completely trusted her, even considering her a last lifeline.

Could she really harm her like this? Was it fair to Zhuo Zhiwei?

Clearly, she deserved better.

But the thought of letting go made her fear a lifetime of regret.

When the opportunity arose, she decided to tell her everything. If she couldn’t accept it, then that would be it.

He Qingqi clenched her fist, then released it, her eyes filled with complexity.

The mere thought of giving up pained her deeply.

After a ten-minute internal struggle, He Qingqi finally decided to wait until she returned and completed the divorce with Fang Xuanyao before discussing feelings with Zhuo Zhiwei.

For the next two days, she would take it slow.

Taking a deep breath, He Qingqi looked at the doorknob, suddenly feeling cowardly again.

Her mental preparation had seemed bold and straightforward, but facing the person inside the room, she hesitated.

Half embarrassed by the transition from friendship to love, half fearful, and recalling the morning’s incident, she felt even more guilty.

Like a little lion cub, she lingered at the door, gripping the doorknob, releasing it, and gripping it again. repeating the process.

Zhuo Zhiwei had heard the footsteps outside long ago but couldn’t wait for the person to come in. She couldn’t bear it any longer: “Is that Qi Xi?”

“Ah?” He Qingqi’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes, it’s me.”

Feeling as if she had done something wrong, she hesitated and opened the door.

Zhuo Zhiwei was already sitting up, her eyes feigning innocence as if she had just woken up.

His Qingqi’s heart softened, forgetting her earlier awkwardness.

She softened her voice. “Awake?” still a bit anxious.

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her, lightly biting her lip, obediently replying, “Yes.”

He Qingqi quietly let out a breath, her heart starting to race again.

She thought it was unbearable how Zhuo Zhiwei could be so different—cool, gentle, mature, adorable…

No wonder so many people liked her.

Just now, being looked at by those black gem-like eyes, she almost knelt and shouted, “Sister, I can!”

Instantly becoming a doting girlfriend.

No, she had already become one.

He Qingqi touched her nose.

“What’s going on outside?”

“Well…” He Qingqi suppressed her rapid heartbeat, sitting by the bed, watching her without blinking. “The production team gave us some trouble. The next two days might not be as comfortable as we imagined.”

So beautiful. He Qingqi thought, fitting her aesthetic perfectly, that everything about her was attractive.

Then she realized her words had loopholes and laughed at herself. “Of course, it was never very comfortable.”

Zhuo Zhiwei felt embarrassed as her beloved looked at her, her eyes flickering.

Next, she noticed she hadn’t even changed her pajamas. She lifted a corner of the quilt and bit her lip, her cheeks blushing, softly inviting, “Do you want to sleep a bit more?”

Sleep? She wanted to.

But it felt like she was offending the other person.

Not sleep? That wouldn’t work, either.

She needed to stay here for two more nights. If she suddenly said she would sleep on the sofa, it would be suspicious.

He Qingqi’s eyes flashed with hesitation, looking at the open spot, then at Zhuo Zhiwei, very unsure.

Zhuo Zhiwei saw her hesitation and softly asked, “Just keep me company, okay?”

She looked at her softly.

Within seconds, He Qingqi gave in.

She shuffled over and lay down obediently, keeping a distance from Zhuo Zhiwei, not daring to move, pulling the small quilt up to her neck, then to her chin, only revealing a pair of guilty amber eyes, which darted around.

He Qingqi suddenly recalled the incident that occurred when Zhuo Zhiwei woke up early. At first, she didn’t think much of it, but after realizing her feelings, she felt guilty.

She cautiously probed, “Wei Wei.”

“Yes?”

“When did you wake up?”

Zhuo Zhiwei blinked, a fleeting smile on her lips.

Then she seriously replied, “Probably after you left.”

“I woke up to the sound of the door closing.”

He Qingqi immediately felt relieved, no longer holding her breath.

But then she realized she had woken her up and, touching her nose, apologized, “Sorry, Wei Wei, I was too loud.”

“No, you weren’t.” Zhuo Zhiwei turned slightly, her warm eyes fixed on He Qingqi and her eyes flashing with a hint of affection.

She reached out, playing with He Qingqi’s blue-black hair, softly saying, “Actually, it was time for me to wake up, close to my biological clock.”

Her voice was incredibly gentle, as if a louder sound would scare the young lion away.

The young lion didn’t run away but felt dazed, her heart racing uncontrollably and her body stiffening, not daring to move.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s gaze was gentle; her fingers twirled the hair, lightly asking, “Why are you not talking?”

He Qingqi took a deep breath, feeling her throat tightening and wanting to appear calm as usual, not letting Zhuo Zhiwei see her inner joy and nervousness.

She suddenly remembered something and cleared her throat, trying to sound serious: “Wei Wei, I noticed you seem to like playing with other people’s hair.”

Even when she touched her head, her slender fingers would always weave through her hair, then withdraw and gently rub them.

She hadn’t thought much of it before, but now it seemed somewhat ambiguous.

Zhuo Zhiwei made a sound of acknowledgment, looking at her meaningfully, then felt a bit perverted, shifting her gaze.

“Do you not like it?”

Her voice was cool, but to He Qingqi, it sounded inexplicably alluring, making her heart skip a beat and her ears turn red.

But she hesitated.

No one understood Zhuo Zhiwei’s childhood experiences better than she did, nor would anyone better comprehend Zhuo Zhiwei’s inner taboos and boundaries.

Though she wanted to be close to her… Secrets can’t be kept forever. If Zhuo Zhiwei fell for her and they were together, discovering her pursuit while still married would hurt deeply.

This thought brought a wave of bitterness.

She steeled herself, answering, “Not really.”

“It’s just a bit strange.”

After saying this, she awkwardly touched her nose.

Zhuo Zhiwei continued playing with her hair, softly asking, “Strange?”

“Zhiwei,” He Qingqi suddenly reverted to an old nickname, “you know I like girls, right?”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s heart skipped a beat, her hand pausing, looking down slightly, and her long eyelashes casting a shadow.

Her eyes darkened.

“Yes, of course.” She heard He Qingqi continue, “I’m not saying you like me, just that we should avoid being too close for now.”

“People might misunderstand.”

Misunderstand?

Who would misunderstand?

There were plenty of people shipping them as a couple; why hadn’t this bothered her before?

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes showed a hint of grievance.

After a moment, she forced a smile. “Is it because of Fang Xuanyao?”

It didn’t sound like jealousy, more like a friend’s teasing.

He Qingqi now felt guilty at the mere mention of that name, especially when she heard it from Zhuo Zhiwei, her heart skipping a beat.

As for feeling like Zhuo Zhiwei truly saw her as a friend, she felt a bit disappointed but didn’t mind too much.

Liking someone who didn’t like her back was something she had long gotten used to.

“Not at all.” She denied it.

Her tone was whiny, like she was acting spoiled.

She thought for a moment and hinted with a teenage girl’s mind, “I don’t like her.”

Zhuo Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling her anxious heart finally settle.

Calmly, she asked, “Then why?”

“It’s just…” He Qingqi clutched the quilt, her eyes darting. “Fang Xuanyao might try to harm me. I’m afraid our closeness could bring you trouble.”

Did she look guilty?

Zhuo Zhiwei observed her quietly.

Liar.

She seemed a bit angry, pouting slightly.

But then she remembered He Qingqi’s earlier rapid heartbeat, her panicked escape, and her hesitation at the door.

Moreover, it had been five days; why only now maintain a distance?

Reflecting on He Qingqi’s words, at first it was about not taking advantage because she liked girls; then it was about avoiding misunderstandings; and finally it was about fearing Fang Xuanyao’s actions.

Her explanations didn’t add up.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly considered a possibility, her pupils dilating slightly, a wave of joy spreading within her.

Could it be… He Qingqi had feelings for her too.

Thinking back to “recently,” she felt her guess was right, though it seemed a bit narcissistic.

He Qingqi was usually bold and straightforward but became timid when making decisions.

She would give her time to decide.

If it wasn’t the decision she wanted, she would take the initiative.

Though she said this, some things couldn’t be left unresolved.

She nodded seriously and said, “You’re right.”

He Qingqi sighed with relief.

But the beauty on the bed hadn’t finished speaking:

“Then let’s be thorough. You should sleep on the floor.”

He Qingqi: “???”

She couldn’t believe her eyes, looking at Zhuo Zhiwei like she was a heartless person.

Zhuo Zhiwei remained indifferent to her accusation, trying not to laugh.

After a while, He Qingqi looked pitiful, feeling she was suffering yet deserved it, as if making a significant sacrifice.

With a firm resolve, she said:

“Fine! I’ll sleep on the floor!”

Suddenly, she felt divorce couldn’t be delayed. If Fang Xuanyao disagreed, she would inform her grandfather and father.

Zhuo Zhiwei held back her laughter, her lips twitching slightly, but her eyes were filled with tenderness.

…

After another two hours of sleep, Tao Jinghan carefully woke everyone up.

Bian Suitong followed her, smiling and saying, “Jinghan hasn’t changed a bit.”

Tao Jinghan looked at her strangely and said, “We’ve been apart for less than a year; of course, I haven’t changed.”

Bian Suitong pursed her lips, then honestly replied, “I just don’t know what to say to you but really want to talk to you.”

Tao Jinghan stared at her for a while, then stopped, her eyes lighting up with a smile. “It’s okay, just like before. I’m still Tao Jinghan, unchanged.”

You can still be affectionate and frustrated with me.

But… Tao Jinghan’s gaze turned melancholy. You probably won’t want to do that after I reveal everything, and you have a boyfriend.

Forget it. I should have expected this.

Tao Jinghan regained her composure and knocked on the last door.

“Sis, sister.”

The one who opened the door was still the little stutterer, holding a toothbrush, standing there dumbfounded.

Tao Jinghan’s eyes showed helplessness. Jin Zhiyang was now her team’s official CP. She had been actively taking care of Jin Zhiyang these days. But no matter how they interacted, Jin Zhiyang would turn into a steaming, cooked crab in front of her.

She was always red and hot, making her unsure of what to do.

Bian Suitong slightly frowned, subconsciously holding Tao Jinghan’s arm. “Jinghan, won’t you introduce us?”

“Oh right!” Tao Jinghan slapped her head, saying warmly, “Xiao Jin, this is my old friend, Bian Suitong.” You might know her.”

“This is my current teammate, Jin Zhiyang. She’s Korean.” Tao Jinghan smiled at Bian Suitong and said, “You can let Shu Yi and the others interact more with Xiao Jin. They are all Korean and have common topics.”

Bian Suitong gave her usual, professional smile, warm and proper. “Nice to meet you.”

But as soon as she turned away, out of the camera’s view, her lips pursed.

Xiao Jin?

A new business, CP?