Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 74

If someone were to mention Fang Xuanyao to He Qingqi now, she would probably respond with an expressionless face, saying, “Who is she? I don’t know her. It has nothing to do with me.”

From the day they divorced, she believed her life would no longer have any connection with this person.

All the past love and hatred, she let them be carried away by the wind. No matter what, she couldn’t bring herself to destroy everything completely.

But this matter suddenly became an obstacle between her and Zhuo Zhiwei.

Zhuo Zhiwei only knew that she once liked Fang Xuanyao but was unaware that they had actually been married, and even more shocking, that they had shared ten years of marriage.

How could she explain this?

She didn’t want to lie to Zhuo Zhiwei. She didn’t want to deceive her by claiming she had discovered a sham marriage soon after getting married.

Zhuo Zhiwei wasn’t just anyone. She was the person He Qingqi wanted to spend her life with—the girl who gazed into the void but broke into a smile the moment she saw her. She was the most beautiful existence in the world.

One lie would require countless more lies to cover it up. Zhuo Zhiwei was so smart that if she ever found out the truth, or if Fang Xuanyao approached her to reveal everything, what kind of crushing blow would that be?

He Qingqi didn’t dare imagine.

Yet they had just established their relationship, and for He Qingqi to suddenly tell her all these things—it was something she couldn’t bring herself to do.

So, she kept dragging it out. She dragged it out as Liu Si and the others left the inn, and as one group of guests came and went.

She suppressed her panic and held hands with Zhuo Zhiwei, walking along the path where wildflowers swayed in the wind or sitting side by side by the mountain stream under the gentle moonlight.

The girl beside her always wore oversized shirts, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, with her sleeves rolled up to her forearms.

Meticulously dressed, yet exuding a hint of restrained sensuality that was captivating.

Her favorite was the white shirt, which seemed to blend seamlessly with the moon.

During this time, Zhuo Zhiwei often gazed at her with a gentle and calm look, asking, “What’s wrong? You seem so distracted.”

“Nothing.”

She turned her head away, not daring to meet her gaze.

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her for a moment, then turned back, hugging her knees and staring at the moonlight, her pupils gradually losing focus.

The anxiety of being kept in the dark grew more and more pronounced.

What was He Qingqi hiding from her?

Her thin lips pressed tightly together.

By mid-to-late August, the filming of Ziran’s Inn was nearing its end.

Another day began, and the sun rose from the east. He Qingqi, as usual, woke up early, went for a run, and came back to make breakfast. She even made an extra dish of scrambled eggs with scallions.

This was something she had recently learned from Jiang Shan.

She tasted it and, satisfied with the flavor, sat contentedly on the sofa, waiting for everyone to wake up and join her for breakfast.

Suddenly, the order system at the front desk beeped. He Qingqi hadn’t even had time to settle in. Since she was the only one downstairs, she had no choice but to reluctantly get up and head out.

Before leaving, she shouted up the stairs, “We’ve got a guest! Time to get up!”

Upstairs, there was a flurry of activity. “Qingqi, you go first. We’ll be down in a minute.”

The muffled voice was clearly Ziran’s—he was brushing his teeth.

He Qingqi acknowledged and jogged out the door.

When she saw the visitor, she was stunned for a moment.

The girl stood about 1.6 meters tall, her hair tied in a high ponytail, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, dressed in nothing more than a simple white t-shirt and black ripped jeans, exuding a scholarly air.

He Qingqi couldn’t help but size her up, her gaze growing increasingly peculiar.

Though it was almost September, the weather remained unbearably hot, like an invisible oven enveloping the earth, making it hard to breathe.

This summer seemed particularly sweltering; just a few days ago, it had even trended on social media.

Yet the girl was wearing long pants.

Though she looked good in them, wasn’t she hot?

The girl didn’t seem to care, beaming a bright smile. She had smiling eyes that curled into crescent moons, twinkling faintly.

She stepped forward and extended her hand. “Hello.”

He Qingqi composed herself and smiled back. “Hello.”

“I’m Liu Ge.”

The girl was Liu Ge, another member of D.D.O.G. Her voice was pleasant, a low alto with a touch of steadiness.

In recent days, after establishing her relationship with Zhuo Zhiwei, He Qingqi had reflected on her own pettiness. With a desire to ease things, her relationship with Lin Dao had gradually improved.

Now, seeing Lin Dao’s friend, He Qingqi felt a bit more affectionate and offered to help with the luggage.

“Here, let me help you.”

“No need, no need,” Liu Ge held on tightly. “I can manage it myself.”

He Qingqi assumed she was just being polite, playfully rolling her eyes before using a bit of force to tug at the luggage.

It wouldn’t budge.

Startled, a large question mark formed in her mind.

Slightly surprised, she looked up at Liu Ge, tugging again.

The suitcase barely wobbled. She started to question her life choices.

Like a confused puppy.

Lin Dao stepped outside just in time to witness this scene.

Unable to contain her amusement, the little figure in her mind laughed maniacally—she’s stunned, isn’t she?

Her Liu Dog was naturally strong. Despite her small frame, she could easily handle two of He Qingqi.

Back in college, during a late-night walk on the beach, they encountered a creep, and Liu Ge took him down in a matter of seconds.

Though it might have been a case of catching him off guard, the fact that she could subdue him was proof of her immense strength.

When Liu Ge saw her, her eyes lit up.

“Lin Dog! Doggy, doggy, I missed you so much!”

Her voice was sweet and sticky, completely different from earlier. He Qingqi tilted her head, puzzled.

Liu Ge, acting like an excited child, rushed over to Lin Dao, giving her a big hug and practically hanging off of her.

The luggage she had clung to so tightly moments ago was left behind.

Lin Dao, though feigning annoyance, embraced Liu Ge tightly, her face showing unmistakable joy as she nuzzled her head against her.

The two of them turned and walked off together.

Before they left, Lin Dao, basking in her happiness, shamelessly called out, “Qingqi, could you grab the suitcase for us?”

He Qingqi blinked, watching their retreating figures, then glanced down at the gray suitcase.

Rubbing her nose in resignation, she accepted her fate.

Karma had come full circle.

She recalled how she and Zhuo Zhiwei had teased Lin Dao with their relationship just days before.

By the time they were all gathered in the lobby, Jiang Shan greeted them warmly, “This must be Lin Dao’s teammate, Liu Ge? Welcome, welcome.”

“Hello, Teacher Jiang,” Liu Ge said sweetly, bowing respectfully, her voice shifting again.

She was utterly charming.

Jiang Shan couldn’t help but smile. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Clearly, Jiang Shan had taken an instant liking to the girl.

Chai Xu noticed He Qingqi coming in and immediately offered to take the luggage.

Lin Dao glanced at the girl beside her. “So, you’re a guest star?”

“Mhm,” Liu Ge raised her chin, her eyes half-closed in a smug, proud way, looking both haughty and adorable.

“I rushed through my last schedule just to get here and surprise you. Are you touched?”

Though Liu Ge was small and looked every bit the delicate girl, she had a commanding presence. Back in college, she had handled all the heavy lifting in the dorm. Everyone, except Lin Dao, affectionately called her “brother.”

The nickname fit her well.

Ignoring the self-proclaimed title, Lin Dao’s eyes brightened. “How long are you staying?”

She pinched Liu Ge’s soft arm.

“Until the end,” Liu Ge smiled. “Our next schedule is a group activity. Did you forget? We have to prepare for the show sponsored by He’s Investment.”

“Oh, right,” Liu Ge said, nodding towards He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei. “Aren’t you both going too? How’s your preparation going?”

Since they had been filming, He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei hadn’t been able to rehearse with the group. Yang Pei had sent them a demo on WeChat, and they had been practicing.

After another two weeks of rehearsals, they were set to release an album and prepare for the show.

He Qingqi shrugged. “It’s going okay. We didn’t have much time to prepare.”

“No worries,” Liu Ge joked. “You’ve got more people.”

Lin Dao’s expression lit up with surprise. “That’s great! We haven’t been on the same schedule for half a year!”

She excitedly turned to Ziran and Jiang Shan. “Now that there are seven of us, can we swap rooms so Chai Dog can sleep alone?”

Hearing this, He Qingqi paused. She turned to Zhuo Zhiwei with barely contained joy.

Zhuo Zhiwei quickly looked away, her ears turning red and her fingers clenching as her heart raced.

Were they about to live together again?

Although they had shared beds before, back then, they were just friends.

Now, however, they were… girlfriends.

Girlfriends.

Every time Zhuo Zhiwei thought of that word, she couldn’t help but press her lips together and smile secretly.

She hid her hands behind her back, imagining the way He Qingqi held her.

It still made her so happy.

Lin Dao’s voice softened as she coaxed, “You see, the arrangement was flawed from the start. He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei are in the same group, so why separate them? Dad, Mom, you’ve already gotten your marriage license. Sharing a bed is only natural!”

“Why don’t we set things right?”

He Qingqi silently agreed, but she stole a glance at Jiang Shan, too timid to say anything, instead wearing a sorrowful expression.

She hadn’t forgotten how Jiang Shan had asked on the first day if she didn’t want to share a room. If she spoke up now, she’d be exposed.

Jiang Shan noticed her changing expression and chuckled. “Alright, Qingqi, stop pretending. If you want to switch, just say so.”

She had already figured out that He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei were very close. The joy in their eyes when they looked at each other was unmistakable. Even Ziran had gossiped about whether they were dating.

Even if they weren’t now, it was only a matter of time.

Now it seemed they were playing matchmaker.

He Qingqi scratched her head and laughed awkwardly. “Alright, let’s switch then.”

Ziran squeezed Jiang Shan’s hand, and she playfully glared at him.

Even after packing up, He Qingqi felt like she was dreaming, her steps floating a little.

Had she really, officially, moved in with her girlfriend?

She even worked a bit harder in the afternoon.

Soon, evening arrived.

This time, the guests, having heard about a bonfire party they had once hosted, eagerly requested another one, offering to pay for it themselves.

He Qingqi, holding her guitar, sang Rosemary.

Her eyes were misty, her voice seeming to carry the effects of wine, and as she hummed absentmindedly, her gaze unconsciously met Zhuo Zhiwei’s.

That person’s eyes were full of indulgence and helplessness, her head nodding slightly as if she had accepted He Qingqi’s unspoken confession.

Rosemary symbolizes love, loyalty, and friendship. As they locked eyes, there was an air of flirtation, but it wasn’t enough to give them away.

Seeing that Zhuo Zhiwei understood her thoughts, He Qingqi’s lips curled into a smile, and she lowered her gaze, continuing to hum.

The flower language of rosemary is memory. In Hamlet, there was a line: “There’s rosemary; that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember.”

He Qingqi silently made a wish, asking her to forever remember her love, to think of her, to recall her.

When the song ended, He Qingqi took off the guitar slung around her neck and handed it to Chai Xu. She had just turned around to take two steps when a familiar, classic tune began to play.

“Happy birthday to you.”

At some point, Lin Dao had appeared with a cake, its candles flickering softly.

“Happy birthday, Qingqi! And to my Liu Dog!”

Liu Ge was prepared for this, but He Qingqi was utterly surprised.

Today…

August 21st.

She smacked her forehead, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Ah, I completely forgot.”

Ever since she had been reborn, her sense of time had always been a little off, and with how busy she had been, she hadn’t remembered.

She turned to Liu Ge in surprise. “Liu Dog, it’s your birthday too.”

Liu Ge pouted. “Of course not.”

Then she smiled again.

“My birthday was on the 2nd. We weren’t together then, so she’s making it up to me today. I’m just tagging along with you.”

“Happy birthday!” Liu Ge patted He Qingqi’s shoulder, even though He Qingqi was half a head taller than her.

“Thank you,” He Qingqi said sincerely.

“Though it’s a bit late, happy birthday to you too.”

After thinking for a moment, He Qingqi exclaimed in surprise, “Now that I think about it, we’re both Leos. What a coincidence!”

At these words, Liu Ge acted as though she was dodging a plague, shaking her head furiously. “Not a coincidence, not a coincidence. I may be a Leo, but I’m not a mythical beast.”

He Qingqi’s smile instantly faded, her lips twitching as her expression turned sour.

Her eyes filled with disbelief as she pouted, turned around, and found Zhuo Zhiwei. Hugging her from behind, she rested her head on Zhuo Zhiwei’s shoulder, her voice pitifully low.

“Weiwei, they’re bullying me.”

Zhuo Zhiwei lowered her gaze, gently patting her hand. She turned her head and glanced at her, the corners of her lips twitching into a faint smile. “Good girl.”

Leaning back slightly, her voice deepened, huskier and more seductive than even the candlelight.

“I want to bully you too.”

Her voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

It was too sensual, carrying a hint of suggestion.

He Qingqi’s grip on her tightened instantly, her heart pounding like a drum, swallowing hard.

Heat spread inch by inch across the other person’s skin as she narrowed her eyes.

Seizing the moment when no one was watching, with the moonlight behind them, He Qingqi gently took her earlobe between her lips, then let it go, glistening wet.

“Let’s see who bullies whom,” she whispered, her breath soft.