Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 54

In fact, Fang Xuanyao had been waiting here for a long time. Since He Qingqi was the same He Qingqi from ten years ago, it was impossible for her to remain indifferent to matters concerning Zhuo Zhiwei, even out of guilt.

The day she received He Qingqi’s message, her first reaction was to let go.

She would drag her exhausted body into further entanglement, even to the point of despising herself.

But… this was He Qingqi.

He Qingqi, who had loved her for half her life, waited for her for half her life and treated her well for half her life.

She was arrogant and proud, often raising her feathers with pride, but when she looked at herself, there was only tenderness and obedience in her eyes.

She couldn’t let go of this person’s warmth.

Love and desire grew uncontrollably, and the next day, she found herself inexplicably drawn to Zhuo Zhiwei’s hometown, where she indeed discovered something.

In truth, Fang Xuanyao didn’t even know what she wanted to do. Her heart was a tangled mess, as if she had split into two people.

One half was arrogant and aloof, clinging to her pride, while the other was obsessive, paranoid, and sinister.

It was as if she suddenly lost control of her body, driven mad, sending a photo of Nan Jue to He Qingqi.

She had promised to treat her well, but once again, she threatened her.

It was like she was losing her mind.

Fang Xuanyao lowered her gaze and let out a bitter laugh.

Then she raised her eyes and said, “What, aren’t you afraid of me hurting you anymore?”

Fang Xuanyao spoke with a half-smile, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes. She picked up the orange she had peeled earlier from the coffee table and ate a few slices.

He Qingqi’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening instantly. The suspicions that had once lingered in her mind came flooding back, overpowering the first possibility she had initially believed.

The Fang Xuanyao she encountered in this life was vastly different from the one she had known in the past. In retrospect, there had been various signs, just like her affection for Zhuo Zhiwei.

A person’s gaze doesn’t lie.

And what kind of gaze had Fang Xuanyao had since she was reborn?

Loneliness, guilt, and that overwhelming possessiveness, as if she wanted to devour her whole.

And then there were those strange behaviors… Twenty-three-year-old Fang Xuanyao had always been arrogant, indifferent to her, and never vulnerable or hard to understand.

Her acting was clumsy, and she didn’t even bother to put much effort into hiding her feelings in front of her. If there ever came a day when she truly distanced herself from this person, she was sure this person would mock her inwardly, knowing she would come crawling back in no time.

But now, she was like a mad dog, biting down on a piece of dead meat, refusing to let go.

Of course, she had been right before, and yet she had shamelessly returned to her.

And now she was saying, “What, aren’t you afraid of me hurting you anymore?”

Clearly, she knew about the time she had Gu Mingrui hide in the neighboring booth.

So why had she made Gu Mingrui do that? Was it because she was afraid of being hurt by her?

In an instant, He Qingqi understood everything.

Her body turned cold.

She didn’t respond, only pressing her lips together until they turned pale, staring at Fang Xuanyao with stubbornness and a slight tremor.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief—was it not enough to hurt her once? Did she want to hurt her a second time?

Did she like her? Was she good to her?

Those ridiculous words she had once seen on WeChat rushed back into her mind.

How could she have the nerve to say such things?

He Qingqi’s eyes reddened, but she forced back the tears, holding them in until her chest trembled, and her shoulders followed suit.

The long-buried hatred in her memory surged back, like wildfire spreading through dry grass, growing uncontrollably.

She clenched her fists, her eyes bloodshot, flashing with an uncontrollable hatred, like an enraged beast.

She walked straight up to Fang Xuanyao, grabbed her collar, and raised her hand, her fist making a cracking sound.

The person just stared at her, without a trace of fear, even with an obvious longing in her eyes.

Disgusting!

He Qingqi’s arm trembled, and in the end, she released her grip on Fang Xuanyao’s collar, as if she had touched something dirty, her brows furrowing deeply.

Fang Xuanyao felt a sharp pain in her chest, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile.

He Qingqi took half a step back, exhaling a breath that had been trapped in her chest, and then looked down at her:

“Stop beating around the bush. Tell me, what did you mean by sending me that photo?”

Fang Xuanyao paused for a moment and suddenly smiled. “You know?”

“When did you find out?”

Though she didn’t explicitly say it, He Qingqi could hear it. She was asking her whether she knew about Zhuo Zhiwei’s matter in her previous life or in this one.

They both knew where they came from.

The anger in her chest flared up, like oil being poured on a fire. Since she knew that she had been reborn, why did she keep entangling with her?

“A little while ago,” He Qingqi replied, suppressing her anger.

Fang Xuanyao stared at her for a while, glanced at her wrist, and then asked with a flash of her eyes, “Did you give her the watch?”

When He Qingqi heard this, she was taken aback and showed hesitation. It had been so long since she had forgotten about it, so how could Fang Xuanyao…

She glanced at Fang Xuanyao without betraying any emotion and asked, “How did you know?”

Fang Xuanyao curled her lips into a sarcastic smile. “The whole country knows.”

Looking at the expression on the other person’s face, she suddenly laughed, a hint of malice in her smile. “He Qingqi, do you know you’re committing adultery?”

At those words, He Qingqi instantly reacted like a cat with its fur standing on end, as if someone had exposed the deepest secret in her heart.

“I’m not committing adultery! I’m completely innocent.”

She gritted her teeth, her voice tinged with anger.

This was the He Qingqi Fang Xuanyao was most familiar with. Every time they argued, He Qingqi would act this way—irritable but restrained. It made her calm down, and she said, “There’s a word, I think you should know, called ‘anger from shame.'”

Instead of becoming angry, He Qingqi chose to smile. “There’s another word I believe you should know, called ‘a thief crying, stop thief.'”

Her tone carried a hint of impatience. “Fang Xuanyao, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you anymore. Even if there is something between me and Weiwei, it’s not adultery. You should know that better than anyone, right?”

Fang Xuanyao’s eyes flickered, a trace of panic crossing her gaze as she looked away. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He Qingqi laughed angrily, taking out her phone and looking at her. “Fine, then let’s ask someone who does.”

He Qingqi expertly dialed a number. “Brother, come over with Dad and Grandpa. I’m at Fang Xuanyao’s place; there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

Fang Xuanyao’s pupils contracted, and a moment of panic flashed through her heart.

No one had visited her in the ten years before her rebirth, spent in prison, except for He Qingzhou. After she fell from grace, the Fang family members, who had once promised to be good to her, seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Because of this, she had come to believe in He Qingzhou’s words.

After being reborn, her obsessions were few—aside from restoring her relationship with He Qingqi, she had only one wish, which was to continue her peaceful and harmonious relationship with the He family.

But this phone call seemed to push her straight into the abyss.

Ignoring her ridiculous pride, she couldn’t help but throw herself at He Qingqi, grabbing her arm and pleading desperately, “Qingqi…”

He Qingqi shook off her arm in disgust, frowning. “Don’t call me that.”

“Disgusting.”

Fang Xuanyao’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she blurted out, “Can’t you give me another chance?”

“Another chance?” He Qingqi couldn’t help but snort, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. “Another chance to kill me?”

In an instant, it was as if something had collapsed with a loud crash.

Once they uttered those words, neither of them could turn back.

Fang Xuanyao knew this well—the little peacock who had loved her for sixteen years probably had no intention of coming back…

Even though she had long suspected it, she still found it difficult to accept when it actually happened in front of her eyes, as if she couldn’t stand upright and was stumbling every step.

In the past, even if she just furrowed her brows, He Qingqi would nervously fuss over her. But now, even as she nearly fell to the ground, that person remained indifferent.

Fang Xuanyao’s heart gradually turned cold.

The two stared at each other in silence, one with pride and disdain, the other with sorrow and fragility.

Their confrontation reminded them of the moment they signed the divorce papers, but this time, they were in the opposite position.

The wheel of fate had turned.

Fang Xuanyao stared blankly at her, her lips trembling. Her amber eyes filled with tears, even as a beauty in tears remained beautiful, like a star in the sky about to fall, possessing a tragic beauty.

Her voice was inexplicably hoarse, like a blade scraping against her throat, stained with blood. “Do you really, not love me even a little anymore?”

“Love?” He Qingqi let out a soft scoff, her heart hardening without the slightest hint of emotion. Her tone was utterly calm, yet utterly cruel.

“The moment I asked for a divorce, I stopped loving you.”

At that moment, it was as if that star, teetering on the edge, finally fell, the light in her eyes gradually extinguishing.

He Qingqi slowly tilted her head, a hint of interest in her gaze as she stared at her. Her heartbeat returned to its normal pace, settling into an eerie calm.

She suddenly thought that she really wasn’t a good person.

When she liked someone, she could elevate them to the heavens. But when she didn’t like someone, even if they were reduced to mud, she couldn’t be bothered to spare them a glance.

Her eyes curved slightly, and her still-youthful face showed a hint of malice. On someone else, this expression might be unpleasant, but on He Qingqi, it carried an unexpected air of carefree freedom, making Fang Xuanyao’s heart skip a beat.

But what followed was pure and ruthless confusion.

“Fang Xuanyao, I don’t understand. How can you still say the word ‘love’ to me after everything?”

In her past life, she had been so badly harmed by her, her reputation destroyed, and in the end, she even lost her life. How could this person have the nerve to stand before her and talk about love?

Moreover, love?

He Qingqi suddenly raised her eyebrows sarcastically, staring at Fang Xuanyao for a moment. After a moment, she seemed to understand with disdain, contempt, and a trace of schadenfreude.

She sneered, “Fang Xuanyao, you wouldn’t have really fallen in love with me, would you?”

At these words, pain flickered in Fang Xuanyao’s eyes. She straightened her back slowly, closed her eyes, and calmly awaited her fate, as if awaiting a god’s judgment.

Her throat tightened, exposing a truth she had previously been too ashamed to acknowledge:

“That’s right, I’ve fallen in love with you.”

He Qingqi smiled playfully and said, “Then you’re truly pitiful.”