Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 5

That evening, 98 girls changed their dorms according to the program’s rules.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat cross-legged on her bed, feeling a bit envious as she watched her two roommates busily packing and chatting.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The sound of a knock at the door drew the three of them, and they turned to look.

A stunningly beautiful face came into view.

With fair skin, a high and straight nose, slightly plump lips, and a delicately shaped chin that wasn’t as sharply pointed as the popular influencer look, her entire face, along with her noble eyes, appeared like a flawless work of art, exuding an aura of otherworldly beauty.

Zhuo Zhiwei was there.

This wasn’t the first time Wang Qiyu had seen Zhuo Zhiwei, but she still couldn’t help but marvel at how such a beautiful girl existed.

All the girls who joined “Idol Era” had gone through rigorous selection processes, and none were unattractive, but if they were to pick a beauty representative, 90% would choose Zhuo Zhiwei.

Even He Qingqi would willingly step aside.

No wonder she, a newcomer, could compete in popularity with Tao Jinghan, who already had a fan base.

Zhang Xiaoyu lightly coughed, breaking the awkward silence in the dorm. She looked at Zhuo Zhiwei with surprise and quickly put on her slippers to greet her. “Zhiwei, why are you here?” She assumed that Zhuo Zhiwei was there to see her.

Zhuo Zhiwei pointed at He Qingqi and said, “I came to help her.”

Zhang Xiaoyu was puzzled. “Help her?”

“Help… me?” He Qingqi, also surprised, wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood up straight.

Zhuo Zhiwei nodded. “From now on, He… Qingqi and I will be sharing a room, so I came to see if she needed any help.”

He Qingqi blinked, feeling surprised and a bit flattered.

She had always perceived Zhuo Zhiwei as cold and aloof, always on guard around others. Their relationship had always been lukewarm—a polite acquaintance at best. She couldn’t understand why Zhuo Zhiwei would offer to help her move her luggage.

In “Idol Era,” He Qingqi had always kept to herself, fearing that getting too close to the other girls would upset Fang Xunyao. Hence, she had no particularly close friends in the program.

Because Zhuo Zhiwei played the lead in her debut film, she became friends with her.

Zhuo Zhiwei had talent, determination, and a good nature. She was knowledgeable about the world’s ways without being worldly herself. He Qingqi admired her for being one of the few untainted individuals in the entertainment industry and had temporarily shielded her from corruption or coercion into unsavoury actions.

But as they both got busier, they lost touch and eventually stopped contacting each other.

She last saw Zhuo Zhiwei when Fang Xunyao set them up, which was the first time in three or four years.

She ultimately caused harm to Zhuo Zhiwei.

He Qingqi lowered her eyes, furrowed her brows, and felt a wave of guilt, unable to meet Zhuo Zhiwei’s gaze.

“Qingqi?” Wang Qiyu waved a hand in front of He Qingqi’s face, worried. “What’s wrong, Qingqi? You seem distracted lately.”

He Qingqi rubbed her eyes and waved her hand. “It’s nothing; I probably just didn’t sleep well. I’m feeling a bit out of it.”

“Is it serious? Do you need to see the nurse?”

Zhang Xiaoyu: “???”

Wang Qiyu: “???”

Zhuo Zhiwei had just finished speaking when she noticed the three people in the room, including He Qingqi, looking at her as if they had seen a ghost. She frowned slightly, recalling her words to see if she had said anything wrong.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no…” Wang Qiyu quickly waved her hand and hesitated. “It’s just that it seems like you and Qingqi have a good relationship.”

Zhuo Zhiwei pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and nodded.

“I understand now.”

He Qingqi: “???”

What do you understand that I don’t?

He Qingqi finished packing her things, still puzzled. She looked at Zhuo Zhiwei and then at her luggage, pointing to a small black 20-inch suitcase.

“Zhiwei, could you help me with this?”

Zhuo Zhiwei nodded, meticulously rolling up the sleeves of her white shirt to reveal her pale forearms, and grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

“Then we’ll be going now.”

“Idol Era” was a highly realistic and hierarchical program, dividing even the living conditions into different levels. The 14 contestants in Class A occupied two floors, making it quieter and different in atmosphere from Class B.

“Um…” Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly spoke.

“Yes?”

“I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?” He Qingqi repeated, then smiled, “You mean for today?”

So, Zhuo Zhiwei is someone with a cold exterior but a warm heart?

“No, it was for something from before…”

Before?

He Qingqi was puzzled, but she sensed that Zhuo Zhiwei was nervous.

Seeing that He Qingqi genuinely didn’t know what she was referring to, Zhuo Zhiwei bit her lip, a bit embarrassed. “It’s about Tang Yiming.”

“I know this might have been a small matter for you, but it changed my life, so I wanted to thank you in person. Thank you!”

Zhuo Zhiwei bowed to He Qingqi, staying that way for a long time before straightening up, full of sincerity.

“I’m sorry it took so long to properly thank you. At the time, I was so scared that I forgot. I hope you can forgive me.”

He Qingqi was taken aback.

She had never experienced such a situation in both her lifetimes, with a girl prettier than herself solemnly bowing and thanking her.

Her mind was a mess, and she involuntarily started recalling all the keywords: Tang Yiming, Zhuo Zhiwei. Gradually, some long-forgotten and insignificant memories resurfaced, and He Qingqi vaguely remembered them.

…

“Idol Era” had changed mentors.

The original mentor was Tang Yiming, who had known Zhuo Zhiwei for a long time.

It had just been three days since they moved in.

In “Idol Era,” the He family provided the building for training, so He Qingqi wandered around, believing it to be her family’s property.

She happened to see Tang Yiming pestering Zhuo Zhiwei in a secluded area, threatening her with a sinister look and dragging her towards an empty room.

Because she had lost to Zhuo Zhiwei in a battle, He Qingqi had a particularly strong impression of her. Her face changed, and she strode forward to pull Zhuo Zhiwei behind her, glaring at Tang Yiming.

“Tang Yiming, what are you trying to do?”

Tang Yiming’s family had business dealings with the He family, so they had met a few times.

Tang Yiming’s eyes flashed with panic, but when he saw it was her, he reverted to his arrogant self, full of disdain.

“It’s you… Hand her over to me, and I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.”

He Qingqi sneered, looking at him as if he were a fool. Saying such things in front of her, he must be tired of living.

Her eyes were contemptuous. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”

Her disdainful attitude infuriated Tang Yiming, driving him mad with jealousy.

They were both the second children in their families, and neither were born to the first wives. Why could He Qingqi live so freely and recklessly when he had to always watch others’ faces?

But Tang Yiming believed that the day He Qingzhou took control, He Qingqi would suffer. Without He Dongche’s favoritism, who would care about legitimate or illegitimate children? People would only care about who controlled the He family.

Tang Yiming maliciously licked his lips and eyes, eager to teach He Qingqi a lesson.

“Fine, I’ll deal with both of you today. The manager might even thank me.”

Hearing this, He Qingqi raised an eyebrow, rolled up her sleeves, and spat out a word with a sneer: “Fight.”

Zhuo Zhiwei, thinking she had implicated He Qingqi, suddenly hugged Tang Yiming and told her to run.

He Qingqi was momentarily stunned, feeling both touched and amused. She pulled Zhuo Zhiwei behind her again and started fighting Tang Yiming.

She had loved fighting since she was a child. Early on, He Dongche sent her to learn martial arts to protect her from bullying.

So, although she couldn’t match Tang Yiming in strength, her skills were sufficient. She suffered only minor injuries but landed several painful blows on him. While he was writhing on the ground, she pulled Zhuo Zhiwei and ran back.

She didn’t forget to grab a staff member’s phone from the director’s team and call He Dongche, complaining about Tang Yiming’s inappropriate behavior and his attempt to bully the girls during their program.

The words “manager” were particularly emphasized.

He Dongche didn’t believe it was He Qingzhou’s doing, but the old He family patriarch was furious.

As a result, Tang Yiming was made an example.

“Idol Era” replaced its mentor and some staff, and Tang Yiming vanished from the entertainment industry, reportedly sent abroad by his family. The He family kept the matter tightly under wraps, and no news leaked out.

…

It was indeed trivial to He Qingqi. After He Dongche cleaned up the aftermath for her, Tang Yiming never appeared in front of her again, and she put the incident out of her mind. If Zhuo Zhiwei hadn’t mentioned it today, she would have completely forgotten about it.

Understanding the whole story, He Qingqi felt relieved. Her gaze towards Zhuo Zhiwei gradually softened, though she also felt a bit helpless.

The girl was so earnest in thanking her… She had no idea how much she had been harmed later because of her…

Seeing that He Qingqi remembered, Zhuo Zhiwei continued, “I was at the Capital Music Academy, and Tang Yiming was a graduate student in our department. One time, when I went to ask a professor for help with my thesis, I happened to meet him, and that’s how we got to know each other.”

“After that, he pursued me relentlessly. When he heard that I had signed up for ‘Idol Era,’ he, coming from a powerful family and being involved in the entertainment industry, managed to get himself in as a mentor.”

“That night, he said he had something to tell me and that it wouldn’t look good if others saw us, so he wanted to find a secluded place. I couldn’t stand his pestering anymore, and I thought that every corner here had surveillance, so he wouldn’t dare do anything excessive. So, I went with him.”

“He confessed his feelings to me, and I rejected him. Unwilling to give up, he tried to threaten and entice me, saying he would make me pay, and even made an attempt to do so.

“In any case, thank you! Without you, I… I don’t know what I would have done.”

Seeing Zhuo Zhiwei like this, He Qingqi’s mind kept recalling everything she knew about Zhuo Zhiwei and realized that Zhuo Zhiwei seemed to always hold gratitude towards her.

In her previous life, Zhuo Zhiwei also actively approached her, just as she does now. However, this clumsy approach was so obvious that He Qingqi thought Zhuo Zhiwei was like those men and women who tried to climb into her bed. Naturally, she took a dislike to Zhuo Zhiwei, who then never got the chance to be alone with her to express her gratitude.

Later, when Zhuo Zhiwei realized He Qingqi was deliberately distancing herself, she wisely retreated, which finally set He Qingqi’s mind at ease. Realizing her misunderstanding, He Qingqi befriended her.

After Zhuo Zhiwei became popular, she often lowered herself to star in He Qingqi’s movies and frequently helped promote films by He Qingqi and her friends.

At the time, He Qingqi just thought Zhuo Zhiwei was a loyal friend. Looking back, it appears that this incident also played a role. Back then, Zhuo Zhiwei probably refused to call her “Qingqi” because she felt wronged by He Qingqi’s misunderstanding.

He Qingqi looked at Zhuo Zhiwei’s still pretty but much younger face, and for a moment, she couldn’t tell reality from illusion. Her heart softened.