Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 65

The night sky was vast and dim, with only a sparse scattering of stars. The atmosphere was somewhat dull, and for someone used to the fast-paced rhythm of a bustling city, arriving here felt oddly liberating, bringing a sense of peace to the heart.

The program had arranged three bedrooms for six participants, each with single beds. Zhuo Zhiwei and Lin Dao, who had arrived together, were surprisingly assigned to the same room. He Qingqi, dragging her suitcase, looked at her new roommate, momentarily stunned.

“Teacher Jiang, you and Teacher Qi are staying in separate rooms?” He Qingqi stammered, her peach blossom eyes widening in disbelief.

Jiang Shan smiled at her, his voice gentle, “Yes.”

“You see, there are six of us, and aside from Qi Ran, the only other boy is Chai Xu, so the two of them will share a room.”

After a pause, Jiang Shan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to room with me?”

“No, no, no,” He Qingqi hurriedly waved her hand, her smile radiant. “It’s my honor.”

She nodded, her smile gradually fading, and she repeated softly, “My honor.”

Then she lowered her head to organize her luggage, her expression slightly tense as the little voice inside her mind screamed in shock, the echo reverberating in her head.

So Lin Dao and Zhuo Zhiwei were going to sleep together?!

He Qingqi was beginning to question her life choices. She was supposed to be Zhuo Zhiwei’s official partner, yet she turned to glance at Jiang Shan, feeling a sudden sense of dread.

Was this show designed to break up couples?

He Qingqi’s expression fell as she tried to suppress the restlessness bubbling inside her. She moistened her lips nervously with the tip of her tongue and pulled out her phone from her jeans pocket, repeatedly turning on the screen to check the notifications. She kept looking, but there was still no message from that person.

What is she doing?

He Qingqi frowned, speeding up her movements. She couldn’t help but recall Zhuo Zhiwei telling her once that she had never shared a room with a close friend before, and now Lin Dao was taking the spot she once occupied, making her feel a pang of jealousy.

In her past life, she hadn’t been on good terms with Zhuo Zhiwei at this point—did Lin Dao become the first person to share a room with her?

Then did Lin Dao become her best friend afterward…

He Qingqi’s possessiveness flared up, and she could no longer hold back, hastily finishing her packing.

At that moment, Jiang Shan was already in the bathroom taking a shower. He Qingqi politely knocked on the door twice.

“Teacher Jiang, I’m going out for a bit.”

“Huh?” came the reply from the bathroom. “Go ahead, go ahead.”

He Qingqi jogged to Zhuo Zhiwei’s door and knocked lightly. She hurriedly smoothed her slightly disheveled hair from the quick run, checking her reflection on her phone.

Her lips curled into a slight smile, full of anticipation.

After a moment, Lin Dao opened the door, and He Qingqi’s sparkling eyes immediately turned cold, her expression faltering.

Lin Dao, noticing the drastic change in the other’s demeanor, was slightly taken aback. Had she offended her in some way?

After thinking about it, the answer was, of course, no.

They had a pleasant conversation last time, so Lin Dao was confused but still smiled warmly, “You’re here to see Zhiwei?”

She stepped aside slightly, making way for her. “She’s in the shower. Would you like to wait inside?”

Her tone was friendly and accommodating, as if she were hosting her.

He Qingqi was so angry she could burst. Lin Dao’s tone made her feel like this was their home, and they were intimately familiar with each other, while she was merely a visitor from outside, separated by a chasm, just a guest.

But she and Zhuo Zhiwei were the ones with the better relationship now.

He Qingqi’s heart churned with jealousy, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked at Lin Dao, fire flickering in her eyes, a thinly veiled anger simmering beneath the surface.

She knew her irritation was unreasonable. After all, in her past life, she had married someone else, and Zhuo Zhiwei had nothing to do with her, at most just a friend.

Even now, she was merely a humble secret admirer. She experienced the highs and lows of her emotions alone, with that person bearing no responsibility for her feelings.

It was her fault.

Biting her lip, He Qingqi suppressed her agitation, forcing a smile, her tone softening. “Thank you.”

When she looked at Lin Dao, her eyes inadvertently carried a hint of apology.

Why take out her anger on her? It wasn’t her fault that person didn’t like her.

Feeling frustrated and a bit downhearted.

Lin Dao blinked, witnessing her eyes inexplicably flare with anger and then suddenly dim, leaving her looking deflated. She didn’t understand what had happened, but she was always a generous and easy-going person, so she quickly brushed it off.

With a warm smile, she replied, “You’re welcome.”

She blinked again, repeating, “Are you sure you don’t want to come in and sit for a while?”

He Qingqi thought for a moment and then shook her head, “No need. I’m going to take a walk downstairs. The scenery here seems nice… Could you please let Zhiwei know I stopped by?”

Lin Dao nodded, then, after a moment of thought, tentatively asked, “Should I accompany you?”

He Qingqi quickly shook her head. What a joke—letting her walk with a potential rival? She worried she might impulsively challenge her to a battle.

“No, no, I’ll call Chai Xu to come down. He also wanted to take a walk.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He Qingqi’s expression was serious, shaking her head quickly, as if afraid of being stuck with her.

Lin Dao felt a bit disappointed. She had a good impression of He Qingqi and wanted to be friends but wasn’t sure what she had done to upset her.

She decided to think about it later.

She glanced curiously at He Qingqi, watching as she briskly walked away, almost as if fleeing, before shaking her head in disappointment.

Zhuo Zhiwei soon finished showering, and the sound of a hairdryer came from the bathroom.

Before long, she emerged, having changed into fresh clothes.

She wore a simple white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms and the hem long enough to cover her shorts.

Even someone who was used to seeing attractive people, Lin Dao couldn’t help but feel a moment of awe, especially when she met those incredibly captivating eyes.

This person seemed always calm and composed, with an innate coldness in her expression, as if nothing could make her falter, steady and tranquil, just like her eyes, deeper than the moonlight.

Oh.

Lin Dao corrected herself in her mind. Well, there was one thing—like that noisy divine beast that just left.

The moonlit beauty slightly parted her lips. “Did someone come by earlier?”

Her gaze was cool, and Lin Dao shivered involuntarily.

“Yes,” she heard herself say, “the divine beast… no, He Qingqi came looking for you.”

She accidentally let slip the nickname she used in her mind and felt a bit embarrassed, awkwardly apologizing, “Sorry.”

Zhuo Zhiwei only heard “He Qingqi,” and her eyes brightened, as if they could reflect the stars, a warmth spreading across her usually cold features. She smiled slightly. “Where is she?”

Her tone remained calm, but somehow, Lin Dao detected a hint of urgency, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel those unreliable thoughts from her mind.

“She said she was going downstairs to enjoy the scenery.”

Zhuo Zhiwei lifted her hand to the mirror to tidy her hair, lightly brushing it a couple of times to perfect her style. She then turned to Lin Dao and said, “I’m going down to find her. If you’re tired, go ahead and sleep; I have the key card, and I’ll be quiet when I return.”

Polite and considerate, yet without any intention of bringing her along.

Lin Dao blinked, feeling slightly left out, pouting ever so slightly in mild dismay.

But she nodded, “Okay.”

Zhuo Zhiwei nodded in return, a slight smile playing on her lips. She tried to suppress it, keeping her back straight. Though she still exuded that inexplicable cold and noble air, Lin Dao could tell from her unusually brisk pace that she was happy.

She couldn’t help but marvel at how close they were.

Just like she was with her dog.

The windows were open, and a breeze drifted in, carrying a hint of longing. She sighed.

I miss you.

…

He Qingqi didn’t call Chai Xu after all. She sat alone by the pool, resting her hands on the edge, her long legs dangling in the water, creating small splashes. She lowered her head slightly, lost in thought.

The night was incredibly quiet, with only the faint orange glow of the streetlights. Suddenly, she felt a shadow fall over her, blocking the last bit of light.

He Qingqi instinctively looked up.

Zhuo Zhiwei stood there, gazing at her, as ripples spread across her eyes and a smile touched her lips.

She looked down at her, the contours of her side profile sharp and distinct, her nose bridge high and straight.

. Even in the unforgiving angle of her lowered head, there wasn’t the slightest trace of excess flesh on her chin.

Her jawline was elegant and smooth.

From this angle, He Qingqi could also see her long, straight legs, their cool, pale color reminiscent of moonlight.

He Qingqi was stunned for a moment.

Zhuo Zhiwei tilted her head slightly, her hands behind her back, then smiled, her eyes curving, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Just seeing her made He Qingqi’s heart fill with joy, let alone hearing her voice. Her eyes and brows danced with a hint of excitement as she half-jokingly replied, “It’s just that you’re too beautiful.”

If anyone else had said this, Zhuo Zhiwei might not have cared, but it was her who said it, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

She bit her lower lip slightly, the tips of her ears turning a little red.

“You really know how to flatter me,” she laughed softly.

There was an inexplicable hint of coquettishness in her tone.

Perhaps it was the beautiful moonlight or the perfect atmosphere, but He Qingqi was momentarily mesmerized, her heart tingling at the sound of her voice.

Like a kitten.

Her heart raced, and He Qingqi quickly looked away, listening to her heartbeat thudding in her chest like a drum.

He Qingqi swallowed, patted the spot beside her, glanced at her again, and then casually looked away. “Will you sit with me for a while?”

“Sure,” Zhuo Zhiwei replied.

Her delicate fingers unceremoniously rested on He Qingqi’s shoulder, feeling the warmth through the fabric. It burned her fingertips and her heart, too. She smiled, lips pressed together, wishing she could hug her.

But she didn’t dare.

At the moment of contact, He Qingqi couldn’t help but tremble all over, her fingers tightly gripping the edge, her arms tensing, revealing the faintly raised lines of beautiful muscles.

She couldn’t look at her.

Her heart was still pounding, joy bubbling up from within, spreading to her eyebrows, and finally, it seemed as if even her hair was radiating a pinkish hue.

He Qingqi wondered if she should try changing her hair color.

The beauty beside her sat down quietly, her fingers moving from her shoulder to her arm, lightly pinching it.

A current of electricity shot straight to her heart, leaving her feeling both tingly and numb.

Her throat bobbed, and He Qingqi turned stiffly, meeting Zhuo Zhiwei’s gaze. Perhaps it was because they hadn’t seen each other for nearly half a month, but although she had developed some immunity to that soft gaze, now she felt like she was losing all her defenses.

Luckily, she wasn’t the only one feeling nervous. Zhuo Zhiwei, too, found herself feeling a vague sense of shyness in the presence of He Qingqi, whom she hadn’t seen for nearly half a month.

So they sat in silence, not speaking.

He Qingqi felt like she was about to cry. On the plane, she had thought of countless topics to talk about, but none seemed appropriate now. It was as if her mouth had been glued shut, unable to form words.

Taking a deep breath, she held it, then mustered her courage, “Weiwei.”

At the same time.

“Xixi.”

Both froze, turning to look at each other.

“You go first.”

“You go first.”

Again, at the same time.

They locked eyes for a couple of seconds before looking away, laughing together.

He Qingqi, unbothered, leaned back and lay down on the ground, letting out a sigh to relieve her tension. The inexplicable nervousness she had felt earlier vanished, as if it had never existed.

Zhuo Zhiwei lay down beside her, watching her lively and spirited crush, her heart trembling.

He Qingqi’s long, beautiful hand reached out to touch the cool ground, grasping it.

She bit her lip, her smile unrestrained. “I suddenly didn’t know what to say.”

Zhuo Zhiwei also grasped her hand, gently stroking it with her index finger, “Me too.”

Both tacitly avoided mentioning what had just happened, afraid that the other might discover the unusual feelings hidden in their hearts.