Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 89

The moment they embraced, a thunderous applause erupted around them, and for a brief, dazed moment, Zhuo Zhiwei felt as though He Qingqi had just proposed to her.

At that instant, her thoughts flowed uncontrollably, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Could the birthday gift be… a proposal?

She pulled away from He Qingqi’s arms, looking up at her with faint anticipation in her eyes.

But He Qingqi, all height and no sense, didn’t pick up on her expectation at all. Instead, she winked at Zhuo Zhiwei in a mockingly mysterious manner and said, “You’ll see when we get back.”

It wasn’t a proposal. Though her rational mind told her that was how it should be, Zhuo Zhiwei still felt a vague sense of disappointment lingering in her heart. Her eyelids drooped as the scene in front of her lost its flavor.

Wonders had been the stars of the evening, and Zhuo Zhiwei, celebrating her birthday, couldn’t escape being toasted with one drink after another. By around midnight, as the day’s festivities faded, the celebration party also came to an end.

The place wasn’t far from Yijing Garden, and the abrupt end a few days ago had left He Qingqi feeling unsettled. She came up with a small plan, wanting a quiet, private space. She had stashed the gift early at Yijing Garden and made sure Lin Fan would pick them up.

The rest of the team piled into the van to return to the hotel, while He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei headed toward Yijing Garden.

As they parted ways, Tao Jinghan teasingly shot a glance at them, even winking at He Qingqi. The other members, sensing the subtle air of ambiguity, quickly looked away, pretending they hadn’t noticed, and boarded the van one by one.

The streets were nearly deserted in the late-night hours, only the streetlights illuminating the city. He Qingqi’s shoulder rested gently against a slightly tipsy Zhuo Zhiwei, who had closed her eyes to rest. As He Qingqi gazed at the changing scenery outside, her thoughts were elsewhere.

She was so nervous.

How was she supposed to start?

They weren’t even home yet, and her mind was already filled with images of the next scene unfolding on the bed.

She swallowed hard, feeling her heart thudding in her chest. She tried to hold her breath, hoping to quiet the sound of her heartbeat, afraid Zhuo Zhiwei would notice her not-so-pure intentions.

Zhuo Zhiwei, still with her eyes closed, drowsily noticed the loud thumping from beneath her. Frowning slightly, she lazily asked, “What’s wrong? Why’s your heart beating so fast?”

He Qingqi’s breathing grew uneven, her lips moving but failing to form a coherent response.

Sensing something was off, Zhuo Zhiwei opened her eyes a crack and lazily studied her, only to notice her cheeks flushed bright red.

Her eyes widened.

Could it be… about the gift?

Her emotions visibly lifted. A faint curve appeared in her eyes, stars twinkling within, and she bit her lip, feeling a warm blush spreading across her face.

She turned her head away, no longer lazily leaning against He Qingqi. Sitting upright, she adjusted the coat draped with He Qingqi’s scent, and surreptitiously sniffed it, unable to stop the small, secret smile that crept across her lips. Like a mischievous child who had successfully stolen a treat, she turned her gaze to the scenery outside.

Once Lin Fan dropped them off upstairs, he didn’t linger to play third wheel. He pulled the handbrake, then drove away.

This wasn’t Zhuo Zhiwei’s first time at Yijing Garden, but tonight she felt more nervous, more excited than ever before. She didn’t dare hold He Qingqi’s hand, and the two stood several centimeters apart, silently watching the elevator numbers tick upward.

What would happen tonight…?

Why had He Qingqi gone to the trouble of asking Lin Fan to pick them up when it would’ve been so easy to take the van back to the hotel? And why had she intentionally left the gift here?

Could the gift… be her?

Zhuo Zhiwei’s breathing grew heavier, her earlier buzz making way for a rush of vivid, unfiltered thoughts.

She glanced at the numbers on the elevator panel, her heartbeat so fast she felt suffocated. Why wasn’t it here yet? Her limbs were starting to feel weak, as if she couldn’t stay standing.

With a soft “ding,” the elevator doors opened. He Qingqi stepped out first, her slender fingers holding the door open, waiting for Zhuo Zhiwei to exit.

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but steal another glance at those elegant fingers—youthful, knuckle-defined, with neatly trimmed nails. It seemed like they had been perfectly prepared for this moment.

Her eyes darkened as she realized what she was thinking, mentally chastising herself.

She quickly stepped out.

He Qingqi opened the door and let Zhuo Zhiwei enter first. Zhuo Zhiwei turned on the light, only to hear the door slam shut behind her with a certain urgency.

Sealed off from the outside world, He Qingqi couldn’t hold back any longer. She grabbed Zhuo Zhiwei’s wrist and pulled her into her arms. As they embraced, Zhuo Zhiwei could feel their hearts beat in sync, like two deer bounding playfully in the same direction, their emotions free and wild.

“Weiwei…” He Qingqi nuzzled Zhuo Zhiwei’s hair, her voice soft with a hint of raspy affection from the night’s cool breeze. “Finally…”

She shifted, tilting her head to meet Zhuo Zhiwei from a different angle. Her lips, soft like cotton candy, were searing hot, tinged with the rich taste of red wine. As their breathing grew heavy, Zhuo Zhiwei found herself intoxicated by the moment.

He Qingqi’s kisses, once gentle and sweet, turned more forceful and possessive. Her breath grew heavier, her tongue exploring Zhuo Zhiwei’s lips with determination, kissing her relentlessly, her actions filled with passion.

Zhuo Zhiwei, caught off guard by the intensity, whispered between breaths, “So… this was all premeditated, huh?”

She leaned back slightly, only to bump against the shoe cabinet with a dull “thud.” He Qingqi, without a trace of her earlier tenderness, trapped her in the narrow space, her breathing rough as she continued her fiery kisses. “Of course.”

He Qingqi’s voice came in ragged breaths. “You’re too irresistible. I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

“Sorry.” It was her habitual apology.

The heat from He Qingqi’s body, combined with the coolness of the shoe cabinet pressing against her back, created a contrast that made Zhuo Zhiwei’s body grow weak in He Qingqi’s embrace.

As her arm brushed against the loose strap of her bra, and the little pieces of fabric teased her skin, Zhuo Zhiwei’s half-dazed gaze became even hazier. Tilting her neck slightly, she gasped, “How… are you so skilled?”

“Why can you… undo it, through my clothes?”

Her lips trembled, the breathless words dripping from her lips, “Is it… Fang Xuanyao?”

“No,” He Qingqi whispered, her breath warm as it brushed Zhuo Zhiwei’s ear. “It’s just a natural talent.”

“I just had to see you, and I knew how to do everything.”

But as soon as the words left her mouth, karma struck back. In her eagerness to pull down the zipper of Zhuo Zhiwei’s dress, she found it stubbornly stuck.

He Qingqi’s brows furrowed, her gaze turning pleading as she stared at the zipper, her hand firmly pressing against Zhuo Zhiwei’s chest, trying to force the zipper down. “Why won’t it unzip?”

Zhuo Zhiwei, growing impatient as well, raised her arms to help as much as possible, her eyes also glued to the zipper.

Suddenly, she realized what was happening.

Lowering her arms, her gaze slowly became cool again.

“Stop,” she whispered, her voice still carrying a trace of breathlessness.

He Qingqi looked up, her lips parting slightly, her eyes flickering with an innocence that made you want to grant her every wish.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s heart skipped a beat. Looking away, she added, “Today is my birthday.”

She placed extra emphasis on the word “my.”

“Where’s my gift?”

He Qingqi blinked in confusion, the room suddenly filled with awkward tension. She blinked again, her previously heated passion slowly dissipating.

“Oh.”

Clearing her throat, He Qingqi awkwardly mumbled, “Let me… go get it.”

So, the gift wasn’t her?

Zhuo Zhiwei watched He Qingqi’s retreating figure, feeling an unexpected sense of loss.

A few moments later, He Qingqi returned, handing her a folder.

Zhuo Zhiwei accepted it, looking up at her with a puzzled expression. “What’s this?”

As she opened the folder, He Qingqi scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “It’s the place where we stayed during The Journey of Miracles.”

“You once asked me when I started liking you, didn’t you?” He Qingqi smiled shyly, her eyes reflecting a girl of only twenty, the blush on her cheeks making her seem like the same girl who had confessed her feelings for the first time.

It was hard to believe this was the same girl who had just been so bold, trying to undress her. The contrast was almost comical, and Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but smile as He Qingqi continued.

“Actually, I’m not quite sure when it started,” He Qingqi said, biting her lower lip and smiling gently. “But you were right—I realized it during that time.”

“This place holds a special meaning for me. So, I asked… well, I asked my dad to help me buy it.” She paused for a moment, then looked at Zhuo Zhiwei with soft, expectant eyes. “Now, I want to give it to you. As your birthday gift.”

Zhuo Zhiwei was momentarily stunned. She glanced at her watch, then back at the folder, her brows lightly furrowing as she bit her lip.

This was He Qingqi’s way of showing love. She knew that. But… He Qingqi had already given her so many gifts, and they’d only been together for a month. This one… was too much.

She liked He Qingqi, not for her money, her status, or her ability to give her expensive gifts, but simply because she was He Qingqi.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Zhuo Zhiwei handed the folder back to her. Her eyes, though soft, held a tinge of exasperation. “I can’t accept this.”

He Qingqi clearly hadn’t expected such a reaction. Her voice rose an octave in surprise, “Why not?”

Zhuo Zhiwei hesitated for a few seconds before gesturing to her wrist, where He Qingqi’s bracelet hung loosely. “Having this already makes me very happy.”

“Can we just treat it as my birthday gift?”

“No!” He Qingqi pouted, her refusal firm, her lips forming a small pout. Her mind quickly turned, realizing Zhuo Zhiwei’s concerns. “Don’t give me that ‘it’s too expensive’ stuff.”

“You know this isn’t a big deal for me. But it’s meaningful to us, so why won’t you accept it?”

Zhuo Zhiwei sighed lightly, unable to help herself. “But have you thought about what your family will think?”

“We’ve only been together for a month, and you’re already giving me something this valuable. If we were together longer, would you end up emptying your family’s estate?”

“That’s not going to happen!” He Qingqi blurted out, exuding confidence when it came to her family. She smiled reassuringly, her expression softening. “Weiwei, you’re overthinking this. They wouldn’t care about something like this.”

“But I care.” Zhuo Zhiwei’s clear eyes met hers, her gaze steady as moonlight.

“Qiqi, I like you because of who you are. Do you understand?”

The words may have been slightly awkward, but He Qingqi instantly understood what Zhuo Zhiwei was getting at.

“I don’t want our love to carry the weight of material things. I know you just want to give me the best of everything, but Qiqi, does it really matter whose name is on it?”

Zhuo Zhiwei closed her eyes for a moment, as if releasing a pent-up sigh, and gently leaned into He Qingqi’s embrace. “All I want is you…”

He Qingqi’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. After a few moments, her eyes softened into a gentle ripple. “Alright, whatever you say.”

She wrapped her arms around Zhuo Zhiwei’s shoulders and gently lifted her chin, leaning in to kiss her.

Zhuo Zhiwei, her mind now foggy with warmth, melted into the kiss, her thoughts overtaken by the cozy haze of the moment.

He Qingqi tilted Zhuo Zhiwei’s chin, her fingers lightly brushing against her earlobe, her voice now a soft, teasing murmur. “So, tell me… what kind of gift do you want now?”

Zhuo Zhiwei gazed at her, dazed and slightly muddled from the kiss. In a trance-like state, the words that emerged from her lips came from the deepest part of her heart, her most sincere desire: “I want… to marry you.”

The words hung in the air like a tender confession, their weight undeniable.

For a moment, everything was still. The room, the world outside, and even the pulse of their hearts seemed to pause, frozen in the significance of those words.

He Qingqi’s breath hitched. Then, after a long moment, she exhaled, a soft smile spreading across her face, her eyes brimming with warmth and affection. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Zhuo Zhiwei’s, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then I’ll make that happen.”