Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 50

W.S. arrived, expanding the original group of seven girls. Tao Jinghan still sat in the center position. To her left were the Chinese-speaking Wonders, and to her right, the Korean-speaking W.S. There was a clear division between the two groups.

Once everyone was present, Tao Jinghan glanced curiously at He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei. These two were usually inseparable, but today, they sit quite far apart. Although they were still together, the distance between them was enough for another person to sit.

What happened?

Tao’s mother couldn’t help but worry about the relationship between the two cubs.

Upon closer inspection, He Qingqi occasionally gave Zhuo Zhiwei a little glance filled with grievance and cuteness, clearly acting spoiled. Zhuo Zhiwei, however, continued to look straight ahead with no expression, not giving He Qingqi a single glance. However, her mood was visibly bright, with a slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth.

Tao Jinghan thought to herself, “Alright then, I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything.” She withdrew her gaze.

The remaining money was only enough for thirteen people to use for a day, and W.S. still didn’t have a place to stay for the night. The thirteen people sat on the sofa, expressing their opinions.

Tao Jinghan’s ears were filled with two completely different languages, making her brain a bit restless. She frowned slightly and tentatively asked, “Why don’t we do a street performance like we did the other day?”

He Qingqi looked at her as if she were an idiot for a while.

Tao Jinghan noticed her gaze and was startled, defensively asking, “Why are you looking at me?”

She looked as if she wanted to cross her arms but remembered that Bian Suitong was sitting behind her. She nonchalantly straightened up, but suddenly a hand appeared on her waist and pulled her into a hug.

Her heart skipped a beat in shock, and she forgot to blink.

She stiffened but did not resist, obediently leaning back into Bian Suitong’s embrace, allowing the person to hold her from behind.

After a dozen seconds, she finally calmed down, her breathing gradually evening out.

He Qingqi raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was off between these two. Was Jinghan really with Suitong?

She couldn’t help but tease Tao Jinghan with a knowing smile.

Her mood brightened completely when she realized her feelings.

Tao Jinghan was creeped out by her smile and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you looking at?”

He Qingqi stopped teasing and said, “Didn’t you know that your behavior the other day is actually not allowed in London?”

He Qingqi chuckled softly. “It’s a good thing we ran fast… Do you know what it means to have a license?”

Tao Jinghan thought about it and suddenly realized it, feeling even more frustrated. Applying for a street performance license wasn’t easy and required government approval. However, they only needed to stay for two more days, which wasn’t enough time and seemed unnecessary.

She couldn’t help but ask in distress, “Then what should we do? And where will W.S. stay for the next few days?”

She took out all the funds given to them by the program, her big eyes looking pitifully, and said, “This is all we have left, probably only enough to rent a place for two days.”

He Qingqi vaguely remembered something and patted Tao Jinghan’s shoulder. “Captain, do you remember what the landlord told us when we moved in?”

Tao Jinghan thought for a moment, and her eyes lit up. “She said that the house next door is also hers and that we should contact her if we need anything!”

The two exchanged a glance, having developed some tacit understanding over the past few days and no longer bickering like they did when choosing songs for the finals. They both looked at the director’s team with disdain.

Bah! It was all a conspiracy! They didn’t believe things could be so coincidental.

Tao Jinghan took out her phone, found the landlord’s number, and put it on speaker. Thirteen girls gathered around.

Tao Jinghan, as the captain and fluent in English, directly stated her intentions and negotiated the price with the landlord, arranging to get the keys at four in the afternoon.

So, they were back to the original problem.

With only this amount of money, what should they do for the next two days?

If they didn’t need to move around and could just stay at home, it would be fine. But the program team insisted on giving them various challenges.

At this moment, the program team handed them the mission card for the next two days.

Wang Qiyu looked at the words in surprise and said, “Open a restaurant? Look at us; who is here besides the captain? It looks like they can cook!”

Facing the camera, she didn’t hide her willful nature as a second-generation star. Her father was quite familiar with Director Tong, so she wasn’t afraid of angering him.

She straightened her back and said, “Tong Ningze, I see you’re getting bolder!”

“Let’s change people!”

Cheng Yi agreed, “Change people!”

He Qingqi echoed, “Change people!”

Tao Jinghan joined in, saying, “Change people!”

Even the tone was the same.

Wang Qiyu nudged He Qingqi: “Qingqi, you should go! Aren’t you studying directing? Make Tong Ningze jobless and eat dirt!”

“Let’s be honest,” He Qingqi said, looking at her. “I was thinking the same.”

Tong Ningze, used to hearing his full name, didn’t find it annoying. Instead, he appeared to be gloating. He enjoyed watching them try to replace him but to no avail.

Tong Ningze had temporarily rented a Chinese restaurant, but none of them, except Tao Jinghan, knew how to cook Chinese food.

He Qingqi patted Tao Jinghan’s shoulder with some sympathy, sighed, and lowered her voice. “Sorry for the trouble!”

She shook her head, looking a bit gleeful.

Standing up, she instinctively wanted to put her arm around Zhuo Zhiwei’s shoulder and hang on her as usual, but suddenly remembered the conversation in the room.

Her mouth pouted, her hand paused in mid-air, and finally she returned to her side, her fingers trembling slightly and her gaze a bit low.

It’s only two days; bear with it.

Zhuo Zhiwei also glanced at her with a fleeting smile in her eyes, but she said nothing.

Thinking about the next two days of cooking so many dishes, Tao Jinghan’s face turned bleak, and she slumped down.

At this moment, Bian Suitong suddenly said, “I can also cook.”

Tao Jinghan looked at her in surprise, a bit disbelieving. “You?”

During her years in Korea, although Bian Suitong loved eating the Chinese food she made, she had never cooked a meal herself. Initially, Tao Jinghan, who harbored no inappropriate feelings for Bian Suitong, contemplated what she would do if she returned to China without living with her family, yet still desired to enjoy Chinese cuisine. So, she coaxed Bian Suitong to cook with her.

But Bian Suitong just held her waist, played with her hair, or watched her hands, not even distinguishing the seasonings.

Later, after falling for her, Tao Jinghan didn’t mind, believing she could stay by her side forever. So she didn’t push her to learn Chinese cooking anymore.

But now, this person suddenly told her she could cook.

Tao Jinghan found it hard to believe.

Bian Suitong’s gaze softened, and she looked at Tao Jinghan with deep affection, her lips curving slightly. It brought back memories of their long-term stay in Korea.

Tao Jinghan’s heart skipped a beat, and she bit her lip lightly, dispelling unrealistic fantasies.

More CP business.

She suddenly thought of a lyric: It’s all an illusion.

Her eyes gradually cleared.

Bian Suitong lowered her head, smiling gently, her side profile smooth and soft, bathed in morning light, with the brightness and freshness of summer and her unique tenderness and delicacy.

“After Jinghan returned to China, she always wanted to see her, but we had just debuted and were busy promoting, so we couldn’t visit her. So I asked my mom to teach me, so seeing these dishes would remind me of Jinghan.”

In translation, it meant that after Tao Jinghan returned to China, Bian Suitong learned to cook because she missed her and wanted to eat Chinese food but couldn’t make it herself.

Tao Jinghan understood and felt she got it. Nowadays, being an idol isn’t easy. To maintain appearances, they even had to learn to cook.

Beside her, Pei Shuyi, a little fan, chirped, “Yes, yes, Suitong’s cooking is delicious. It tastes like Jinghan’s.”

I’m good at cooperation now.

Tao Jinghan glanced meaningfully at Pei Shuyi and then Bian Suitong.

Well-trained.

They could perform double business: Jing-Suitong CP and Yi-Su CP.

After Tao Jinghan left, the company arranged for Pei Shuyi to be the official CP for Bian Suitong. Tao Jinghan had always known this.

W.S. became very popular in Korea, recently winning their first music show award since their debut. Tao Jinghan had watched those videos many times.

She had once wished to stand on the stage with Bian Suitong, watching her tear-streaked face and wiping her tears.

Then, at the celebration party, she would tell her, “I like you.”

And the award would be a betrothal gift.

That was Tao Jinghan’s initial wish, but in the end, she became a deserter.

The one wiping her tears was Pei Shuyi.

The fans below the stage were shouting, “Yi-Su CP is so sweet.”

The one confessing at the celebration party was probably Zhou Canxian.

Tao Jinghan was not involved in any of this.

Tao Jinghan’s eyes flickered slightly, and her nose tingled.

She remembered again, thinking she had forgotten.

But soon, she looked up, smiling as usual, and said, “Alright.”

Her smile was bright, and her tone was gentle.

“Then let me see Suitong’s cooking skills.”

In this, she and Bian Suitong were alike.

Jin Zhiyang, watching her worriedly, held her arm. Tao Jinghan was surprised that the little stutterer dared to make a move, returning her smile.

…

Thirteen people running a restaurant was more than enough.

He Qingqi reminisced about her time spent working at a restaurant in a small New Zealand town, where the only employees were her, the owner, and his wife. It was tiring but bustling.

She had been a waitress, and her English was good, so she took up the old trade again.

Zhuo Zhiwei, with her good looks, stood at the door as the greeter.

There were two chefs, and they managed well.

Pei Shuyi and Jin Zhiyang helped in the kitchen.

Perhaps because of the cameras in the restaurant, business was good, with both Chinese and foreigners coming in.

Bian Suitong watched Tao Jinghan, who always led her little fan around, with the fan doting on her and her taking care of the fan.

Their intimate posture was very eye-catching.

“Xiaojin.”

“Sister.”

They bore a striking resemblance to her and Tao Jinghan in the past.

The unique nickname, the unique behavior.

For some reason, a vague, inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, making her feel stifled. The commercial smile she always wore froze.

Bian Suitong turned her head, not looking at them anymore. Her eyes were a bit dazed.

She had never thought that Tao Jinghan’s feelings for her exceeded sisterly affection. Her country was still conservative, her parents were conservative, and she was also an ordinary, conservative girl.

Tao Jinghan’s confession hit her like a ton of bricks.

The intense dizziness hit her, and she spoke hastily, “Aren’t we just a business CP?”

Were they?

Bian Suitong was certain at first, but now she was confused.

The company had arranged for Pei Shuyi to be her official CP. She often looked at Pei Shuyi’s side profile, searching for Tao Jinghan’s shadow, but it was always in vain.

She didn’t know what she was holding on to or what she really wanted.

Sister? Or do I like you?

She didn’t know.

Countless times, Zhou Canxian said those four words, but her heart was unmoved.

No reaction.

Countless times other members called her by that title, but her heart was filled with emptiness and confusion.

Was it vanity?

The last time she went to China, she left with this doubt.

She still hadn’t found the answer.

Bian Suitong looked out the window in confusion. Although the weather was clear, her heart seemed to be pouring rain.

Tao Jinghan, unnoticed, glanced at her from the corner of her eye, her eyelashes trembling. She couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Wasn’t all of this learned from you?

Why do you seem uncomfortable now?

Weren’t we just a business CP?

Her gaze became hesitant.

Was it possessiveness, or…