Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 56

Lin Fan and Assistant Zhou drove the He family of four, along with Fang Xuanyao, to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

As for Gu Mingrui, after he was done, he just hid upstairs, listening to the four of them getting into the elevator and going downstairs. Realizing he was left behind, he suddenly felt miserable and drove home.

Grandpa He had everything arranged, so there was no need to worry about anyone taking photos or videos and leaking the news of He Qingqi’s divorce.

Even if something unexpected happened, at most it would be a staff member mentioning it on Zhihu or Douban, but with no evidence, few people would believe it.

When they came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau again, He Qingqi looked up at the sky and let out a long breath, as if she had expelled all the pent-up emotions from her heart.

Suddenly, the sky seemed bluer, the grass greener, and even the air felt fresher.

The marriage that had bound her heart for so long was finally over.

From now on, she was officially a free person.

However, when He Qingqi touched her chest, she still felt a sense of unreality.

Had Fang Xuanyao really let her go so easily?

She chuckled softly, her arms swinging slightly, feeling a bit lighter in her steps.

In stark contrast to her was the dazed Fang Xuanyao beside her.

She lowered her eyes, filled with sorrow, as fragile as a wilting flower.

He Qingqi glanced at her from the corner of her eye and immediately curled her lips into a mocking smile.

Was it really necessary?

Hadn’t she been decisive just moments ago?

That decisiveness was what He Qingqi was familiar with—the indifferent, high-heeled-wearing Fang Xuanyao, who exuded a chilling aura with every step she took, as if she were trampling on others’ hearts.

Even though He Qingqi now only felt fear towards her, she couldn’t help but admit that there were countless times when she had been moved by that resolute and decisive Fang Xuanyao.

But now, seeing her on the verge of tears, something felt off.

He Qingqi raised her hand to touch the tip of her nose.

Suddenly, she thought of something. Seeing Fang Xuanyao about to turn away, she hurriedly called out, “Hey.”

For a moment, she didn’t know how to address the other person, so she pursed her lips and mumbled vaguely.

“Um, what about Nan Jue? How did you handle that?”

Fang Xuanyao’s body moved slowly, like a rusted robot, turning with difficulty, her eyes filled with pain.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“Nan Jue,” He Qingqi repeated, “the girl you showed me.”

“Oh.” Fang Xuanyao snapped out of her daze, staring at He Qingqi for a moment before finally revealing the truth: “Actually, that girl has already been sent to a mental hospital. I saw her there.”

“She deliberately scalded her younger brother with hot water and was found to have mental issues, so she was sent away.”

“You don’t have to worry; she won’t do anything.”

He Qingqi nodded, but her brows furrowed unconsciously, her heart feeling as if it were being gnawed by countless insects, spreading a sharp and bitter pain.

Wasn’t this what Zhuo Zhiwei had once gone through as well?

Why was it so easily brushed off back then?

Her eyes filled with bitterness and anger, she thought of Zhuo Zhiwei, who had been neglected by her family. Lost in thought, her fingers gently swiped across her phone screen.

Seeing He Qingqi’s concern for Zhuo Zhiwei, Fang Xuanyao couldn’t help but frown, pursing her lips and lowering her eyes before raising them again. Suddenly, she asked:

“Your watch.”

“What?”

“Did you also give it to Zhuo Zhiwei in your previous life?”

He Qingqi looked at her oddly and asked, “Why do you ask?”

“I once…” Fang Xuanyao’s lips trembled, but in the end, she closed her mouth and shook her head. “Nothing.”

“No,” He Qingqi suddenly said softly.

She decided to tell the truth.

Even though she had been made a fool in this marriage, even though her wife didn’t love her, she had genuinely liked her, and she had indeed cherished this relationship.

She didn’t want her pure feelings to be tainted by the other person’s mistakes.

At least she had loved her, and at least during their previous life together, she had never done anything to betray Fang Xuanyao.

Including that watch.

She didn’t want her to misunderstand.

“I didn’t give it to her in my previous life.”

Her tone was calm and composed, merely stating a fact, with no trace of the past struggle or restraint, as if a cool breeze had blown through, leaving no regrets behind.

Just like their relationship.

There was nothing left.

Fang Xuanyao paused and clenched her fists, her eyes gradually filling with tears.

“Qiqi…” she couldn’t help but say.

“Is it really impossible for us?” She still couldn’t let go.

He Qingqi, hearing this, stepped back cautiously, waving the divorce certificate in her hand. “I think it’s best if we don’t talk about love.”

With that, she turned to leave.

Suddenly, Fang Xuanyao called out her name loudly: “Qiqi!”

This time, He Qingqi had really lost her patience. She walked up to her and said, “No, no, how many times do you want me to say it?”

Fang Xuanyao’s expression darkened for a moment, but she still lowered her gaze and said, “In our previous lives, Zhuo Zhiwei wore that watch when she visited your grave.”

He Qingqi was stunned at first, then her eyes lit up, and she clenched her fists, her face turning red with excitement.

So, she hadn’t thrown it away?

She looked at the only person in the world who knew the truth and anxiously asked, “Really? Are you sure you saw it correctly?”

Fang Xuanyao felt something strange, stared at her for a moment, pursed her lips, but eventually nodded, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He Qingqi’s eyes widened, her gaze sparkling like fireworks, brighter than anything Fang Xuanyao had seen in her childhood.

Joy surged through He Qingqi’s heart like a tidal wave, and she tried her best to suppress it, preventing herself from jumping for joy.

Although she understood that the chances of Zhuo Zhiwei liking her in their previous lives were slim, she had always been easily satisfied.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been happy for days just because Fang Xuanyao had softened her gaze.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Zhuo Zhiwei hadn’t thrown away her watch. Did it mean that she still considered her a friend?

After doing something so detestable, was Zhuo Zhiwei still willing to forgive her?

She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Her gaze toward Fang Xuanyao softened considerably.

Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed her mind, and she smiled playfully at Fang Xuanyao, “Since you’re so kind, I’ll share a secret with you.”

Fang Xuanyao froze, her heart racing, captivated by the bright, carefree smile of the young woman.

She was a bit dazed.

He Qingqi leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Congratulations; you’ve got what you wanted.”

A sense of foreboding filled Fang Xuanyao’s heart, and she asked cautiously, “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He Qingqi chuckled wickedly, her warm breath tickling Fang Xuanyao’s ear, making it itch and her heart itch even more. But before she could enjoy the sensation,

She heard He Qingqi continue:

“I’ve fallen in love with Zhuo Zhiwei.”

“Thank you.”

Fang Xuanyao’s eyes widened instantly, staring at her.

The nineteen-year-old laughed heartily, her long legs and slender waist moving away with a wild and unrestrained swagger. Fang Xuanyao watched her leave, feeling a cool sensation on her face. She raised her hand belatedly, only to find it wet.

She looked at her palm and suddenly smiled bitterly, squeezing out two words through her clenched teeth:

“Serves me right.”

She quickly walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

He Qingqi got into the car and handed the folder containing the divorce and marriage certificates to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan took it.

“Sister Fan, let’s go straight back to Yijingyuan.”

He Qingqi took out her phone and made a call: “Grandpa, I won’t be coming back for now. After all, you all pretty much know everything. I’ll just skip the scolding, okay?”

Grandpa He, sitting in Assistant Zhou’s car, snorted discontentedly, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Who’s daring enough to scold you? With your grandmother protecting you like that, the ones who’ll suffer will be the three of us, not you. You got married without a word, and now you’re all grown up.”

He Qingqi quickly coaxed him, humoring the old man all the way.

…

When she returned to Yijingyuan, the house was completely silent.

She tiptoed inside, looking around, thinking Zhuo Zhiwei hadn’t come back, and tentatively called out in a soft voice, “Weiwei?”

No one answered.

She slowly opened the door to the side bedroom, and there on the bed was Zhuo Zhiwei, her face serene in sleep, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly parted.

He Qingqi’s gaze softened, her eyes filled with warmth, as if a spring breeze had melted her heart.

She leaned against the doorframe, watching the person’s delicate brows, her graceful nose… On the bedside table was the watch she had given her not long ago.

Seeing that watch, He Qingqi couldn’t help but recall what Fang Xuanyao had told her, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart. She smiled, her ears turning a bit red.

Zhuo Zhiwei was so kind, willing to forgive her even after everything.

The little lion’s pink tongue gently peeked out, brushing across her lips, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

So beautiful.

It felt as if her heart was trembling.

He Qingqi knew she couldn’t continue like this. Secretly watching someone sleep felt perverse.

And what if she got caught? The little lion bit her lip, feeling as if her dark blue fur was turning pink, and lowered her eyes. She quietly closed the door and returned to the master bedroom, and her heart pounded furiously.

After getting used to this rhythm, she soon fell asleep.

She must have been truly exhausted these past few days, for she lay down around five and didn’t wake up until after six the next morning.

The little lion stretched lazily as she walked out of the room, rubbing her eyes. Seeing Zhuo Zhiwei busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, she was momentarily lost in thought, feeling a sense of… déjà vu.

It was just like a week or so ago, after she had met with Fang Xuanyao, she came home to find someone waiting for her, someone who trusted her completely, without any fear that the other might harm her.

He Qingqi’s heart trembled, filled with an overwhelming rush of emotion and affection. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she hugged Zhuo Zhiwei from behind, crossing the forty-five centimeters of distance that friends should maintain.

They were pressed closely together, her embrace holding a slender yet soft body.

He Qingqi closed her eyes, taking in the super cedar scent at her neck with a slightly twisted sense of satisfaction, murmuring, “Weiwei.”

Zhuo Zhiwei, who had been caught off guard, froze for a moment, biting her lower lip, before continuing to fry the eggs as if nothing had happened.

Her ears turned bright red, and her eyes filled with hidden joy. She lifted her head slightly, forcing down the smile that threatened to spread across her lips.

Her voice, as cool as mountain spring water, echoed in the small space: “You’re awake?”

“Mm,” the little lion responded softly, her cheeks reddening belatedly. She let go of Zhuo Zhiwei, stepping back the forty-five centimeters, pretending nothing had happened, and smiling, “Smells so good.”

But even He Qingqi herself didn’t know whether the scent was coming from the eggs or… Zhuo Zhiwei.

Zhuo Zhiwei reached out and patted the little lion’s head. The little lion, her face showing pure enjoyment, nuzzled into the touch like a contented feline, almost purring.

After three long days, she finally enjoyed another head rub, and her heart was bursting with fireworks.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes flashed with an almost imperceptible smile. “Let’s eat quickly. There’s going to be traffic in the morning, so we’d better leave early.”

Yesterday, they received a message to gather at Yunshu Entertainment at eight o’clock.