Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 57

After gathering at Yunshu Entertainment, the seven members received their new schedule and headed to the airport to fly to City B.

City B was about to become a new starting point for Wonders, and it was also where He Qingqi’s university was located.

Whether intentionally or not, Yunshu Entertainment had arranged for Wonders’ dormitory to be in City B. However, regardless of the reason, He Qingqi should be grateful.

Every week, Yunshu Entertainment planned to compile what happened in the dormitory and edit it into a twenty-minute video to post on Wonders’ official blog.

The airport was crowded inside and out, with countless fans holding various support items and packing the airport in layers, making it impossible to move.

Yang Pei had informed them in advance that they needed to interact with the fans this time, so she had already contacted the airport to strengthen security.

As a group chosen by audience votes, the seven idols had no objections, but looking at the massive crowd still made them a bit nervous.

The assistant got out of the car first and opened the door. Tao Jinghan was the first to step out, followed by He Qingqi.

As He Qingqi listened to the overwhelming screams, she glanced at Tao Jinghan beside her and smirked mischievously, whispering:

“Listen to your fan chants. No wonder you could say such embarrassing things that night, like ‘King of the World, Absolute Protagonist…'”

She clicked her tongue twice. “It really shows that the kind of idol you are attracts the same kind of fan chants.”

Tao Jinghan glared at her and, refusing to back down, whispered back even more quietly, “Just listen to Zhiwei’s fans. They’ve given everything for her, and you can endure that?”

He Qingqi was at a loss for words and glared back, “You!”

“What about me?” Tao Jinghan gave her a sidelong glance. “So much hidden affection.”

Her last words were drawn out slowly, each word clear, with a hint of sarcasm.

He Qingqi snorted proudly. So what if there’s hidden affection? She thought Tao Jinghan was just jealous of her.

Ignoring her, He Qingqi turned to the car, playfully extending her arm like a gentleman and courteously offering it to Zhuo Zhiwei.

What a bootlicker, Tao Jinghan thought to herself.

Zhuo Zhiwei glanced down at He Qingqi, her eyes filled with affection. Although her expression remained calm and indifferent, like a queen, she couldn’t hide the good mood in her eyes.

She raised her head slightly, and even though she was dressed in simple casual clothes—a plain white T-shirt—her pride and elegance were unmistakable.

Her slender, jade-like fingers lightly rested on He Qingqi’s arm, and she gracefully stepped out of the car.

Their eyes met. The little lion arched her brows playfully, and Zhuo Zhiwei, smiling faintly, naturally linked arms with her as they walked into the crowd.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Qingwei is real!”

Someone screamed but quickly realized their mistake, covering their mouth as their eyes darted around warily.

The CP fans were always cautious, only daring to fangirl in their own spaces, knowing full well that displaying their ship in front of the idols was a big taboo in the fan circles.

It was just a moment of excitement, and they couldn’t help blurting it out.

The solo stans perked up their ears, but seeing that the CP fan was so self-aware, they decided to let it go and continued eagerly watching their idols.

Despite the noise around her, He Qingqi’s sharp ears caught that one particular scream, which sounded almost like a cry of anguish.

Although it wasn’t the most pleasant scream, she was thrilled by the mention of “Qingwei.”

He Qingqi’s eyes lit up with pride. Good taste!

She shyly stole a glance at the cold, expressionless Zhuo Zhiwei beside her and couldn’t help but smile secretly.

She waited for a while but heard nothing more. Her bright eyes turned a bit forlorn, her ears drooping slightly, looking a little pitiful.

Zhuo Zhiwei noticed this and tilted her head slightly, puzzled.

…

After disembarking from the plane, the bus arranged by Yang Pei was already waiting. The assistants busied themselves loading the luggage while everyone took their seats.

Having just gotten divorced the day before, He Qingqi was unusually energetic, looking around curiously, fidgeting in her seat, and humming little tunes.

“Ah~ we come from the land of the ice and snow.”

She sang from “Immigrant Song” to “Last” and then to “The Journey,” her voice clear and bright, full of excitement. Her face even bore corresponding expressions.

In short, she was as happy as could be.

Tao Jinghan, sitting diagonally behind her, was speechless. Traveling with her felt like a school trip with a little kid. She stretched out her arm to swat He Qingqi, complaining, “Qingqi, do you have ADHD or something?”

He Qingqi snorted haughtily, “I’m happy, and what’s it to you?”

She continued to sway back and forth, humming happily.

But when her gaze fell on Zhuo Zhiwei, her brows softened into a warm smile, like a little ray of sunshine.

Zhuo Zhiwei, half-asleep, looked at her, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly, a lazy air about her cold face.

She raised her head slightly, her dark eyes sparkling like black gems. “So happy?”

She moved her fingers slightly, lifting her arm but suddenly pausing mid-air.

Her long brows arched.

The little lion had already squinted her eyes into crescents, bending her neck slightly, waiting for Zhuo Zhiwei’s hand to fall. Seeing her stop, she hesitated.

After a moment of thought, she decided to make the first move. She continued to squint her eyes, rubbing against Zhuo Zhiwei’s hand like a big cat seeking its owner’s touch, lazily stretching her neck.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s hand remained in the air, letting the little lion rub against it. She tilted her head, her eyes curving, a hint of teasing in her gaze.

She spoke slowly. “Didn’t you say it felt strange?”

Her voice was light, like a feather, but if you listened closely, you could detect a hint of pride and pettiness.

She pursed her lips. Just because she didn’t say anything before didn’t mean she had forgotten.

Want to keep your distance? Then keep it. Want to be close? Sure, but it won’t be that easy. She was about to pull her hand back.

He Qingqi’s heart skipped a beat, and her rubbing stopped.

She blinked her big eyes, feigning innocence, and whined softly.

“No, I didn’t!”

“That wasn’t me!” He Qingqi began to act coy.

As she spoke, she boldly linked her arm with Zhuo Zhiwei’s, rubbing her shoulder.

“I like you the most.”

He Qingqi dared to say it, deliberately using a joking tone, her clear and bright voice still carrying a hint of childishness.

As soon as the words left her mouth, her heart pounded wildly. But she thought girls’ friendships were always so close, so there was no need to worry that Zhuo Zhiwei would notice her unusual feelings.

Yet her heart continued to race.

Zhuo Zhiwei felt a flutter in her heart, her eyes darkening slightly as if something unusual had passed by, like a meteor flashing across the sky.

She hesitated for a moment but then relaxed, her hand smoothing over He Qingqi’s hair, which carried a faint fragrance, as she calmed her own racing heart.

This time, there was no hesitation.

Like a mischievous but affectionate youth, she is still capable of being coy.

So cute.

Alright, she’s so cute… I’ll forgive her.

Zhuo Zhiwei bit her lower lip, quietly wrapping her arm around He Qingqi’s shoulder, glancing to the side, and secretly smiling.

Then she suppressed her smile, pretending nothing had happened, her eyes returning to a cold, calm state.

Still aloof.

But occasionally, a smile would tug at her lips.

Yet still aloof.

Though she still didn’t know what He Qingqi truly felt,.

Was her previous guess correct? Did He Qingqi really like her?

Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t know.

But… did it even matter?

At least at this moment, she knew that He Qingqi cared for her. Zhuo Zhiwei could clearly feel the special attention from He Qingqi, something she had never experienced with anyone else.

Unrequited love… Zhuo Zhiwei sighed inwardly. She had heard countless times about the beauty and struggle of unrequited love, but this was her first time experiencing it herself.

It seemed… it was indeed easy to be satisfied.

Seeing that person brought her joy. Her eyes would always follow her in any setting where she was present. She would get jealous over others’ intimate actions with others and would also feel elated over what might have been casual remarks.

But… time was too short, and she still couldn’t bring herself to say, “I like you.”

Even though she always felt that the other person liked her too.

But isn’t that how unrequited love works? It’s easy to misinterpret others’ actions and take them as signs of affection.

Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t want to take the risk. The little lion beside her was a gift from heaven, the most precious gift in her life.

She couldn’t be impulsive.

She stole a glance at He Qingqi, who was clearly in a great mood, gazing out the window. The doubts that had surfaced earlier returned to her mind.

Her good mood seemed to have

started this morning, so something must have happened yesterday that she didn’t know about.

Was it… Nan Jue?

Zhuo Zhiwei bit her lip, hesitating before speaking: “… Yesterday afternoon, you said you would protect me.”

He Qingqi blinked, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes, and then she heard Zhuo Zhiwei continue:

“Was it because of Nan Jue?”

He Qingqi hesitated, her voice dropping. “Do you want to know?”

“If you want to tell me,”

Hearing this, He Qingqi was taken aback, then her brows curled, and she sighed softly, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness.

This was the Zhuo Zhiwei she knew, always considerate of others, thoughtful, and gentle.

Just like the night she met Fang Xuanrao.

“If you want to tell me,”

She wouldn’t ask much, but if you wanted to confide in her, she would always be the most attentive listener.

Her dark eyes were full of sincerity. If you needed it, she would even wipe away your tears and offer you a gentle, feather-light kiss.

Recalling that kiss, He Qingqi’s eyes wandered, and her heart beat a little erratically.

After a moment of calm, she cleared her throat and spoke in a voice only they could hear.

“Yes.”

“The matter has been resolved, and…” He Qingqi paused. “Nan Jue has been sent to a mental hospital.”

She looked at Zhuo Zhiwei with concern.

Zhuo Zhiwei blinked slowly, thought for a moment, and her tone remained calm: “Did she do something harmful to my brother?”

“Yes,” He Qingqi replied.

She suddenly felt that this might be a bit cruel for Zhuo Zhiwei. Nan Jue’s illness wasn’t recent; it clearly had roots in the dysfunctional family Zhuo Zhiwei grew up in.

Otherwise, why would a normal person do such things?

But no one cared.

The mother Zhuo Zhiwei had seen as a savior had asked her to block the knife for her. Incomprehensible.

He Qingqi felt a wave of bitterness rise in her heart, squeezing Zhuo Zhiwei’s fingers.

Zhuo Zhiwei looked up at her. “Qingqi.”

She softened her voice. “What?”

“You don’t need to pity me.”

He Qingqi’s eyes flickered. “I… didn’t.”

She had just uttered one syllable when she heard Zhuo Zhiwei sigh softly, speaking in an exceptionally gentle tone: “Don’t I already have you?”

Zhuo Zhiwei quickly added, “Didn’t you say you would be my family?”

He Qingqi’s heart felt as if it had been struck, and she stared at Zhuo Zhiwei, her heart pounding wildly. She blinked slowly, swallowing the words that were about to spill out.

I like you.

After a while, she chuckled softly, her clear eyes fixed on Zhuo Zhiwei. “I will be your family.”

She spoke with such seriousness that it seemed like she was making the most sincere vow.

No matter whether Zhuo Zhiwei would like her in the future or someone else, she was willing to stay by her side and always be her family.

This girl’s feelings were so sincere that, even as a friendship, they were touching. She couldn’t let her down.

Zhuo Zhiwei relaxed into the seat, tilting her head to the side and smiling softly.

…

Tao Jinghan, sitting diagonally behind them, watched everything quietly and couldn’t help clicking her tongue.

So blatant.

Too blatant.

Publicly displaying their romance.

Don’t they know what being an idol means?

It means doing your job honestly and not always thinking about dating your teammates!

She couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, with a hint of nostalgia and envy.

Back then, she and Bian Suitong had also done all the intimate things lovers do, but that person was as straight as an arrow, leaving her alone, lost in the illusion of a fan-service relationship.

The last time they met, it was still awkward.

It always gave her a strange feeling.

She lowered her eyes, sighing in frustration.

The illusion of being loved.