Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 92

He Qingqi groggily felt the empty space beside her, and the cool air gradually made her chest feel chilly. She unconsciously hugged the small blanket tighter.

Half-opening her eyes, she saw that the person beside her was indeed gone. Guessing it was time to get up, she hadn’t had time to react when a sudden kick landed on her rear, scaring her wide awake.

She shot up, her hair a mess like a bird’s nest, and looked around in confusion.

Startled, she exclaimed, “What happened?”

Looking up, she saw Zhuo Zhiwei, biting her lip, her face flushed red.

Zhuo Zhiwei was only wearing her underwear, her long, slender legs pressed together, hands covering her chest. Her embarrassed, furious look gave the impression that He Qingqi had bullied her again.

But… she had just woken up!

He Qingqi tilted her head, a question mark seemingly popping up above her.

After hesitating for a moment, she carefully chose her words and asked cautiously, “Weiwei, did you… maybe move your little foot just now?”

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Zhuo Zhiwei’s ankle, which she had tightly gripped the night before.

“Let me see, sis…”

The half-tearful, wolfish words instantly surged into her mind, memories clear to the point of torment… even the half-lowered eyelids and the erratic breaths of that person in the heat of the moment vividly surfaced.

Her eyes trailed upwards, past the slender waist that fit perfectly in her hand, up to the delicate collarbone under soft skin. He Qingqi’s breath hitched, and she swallowed involuntarily.

Zhuo Zhiwei, realizing where He Qingqi’s thoughts had wandered, angrily spat, “You pervert!” Her face was so red it looked like it could bleed.

He Qingqi wasn’t bothered. She blinked twice, her face shamelessly breaking into a fawning smile as she sweetly said, “But I like you.”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s heart skipped a beat, and she was instantly disarmed by the flattery, her bashful eyes lowering as she shyly murmured, “I… I like you too.”

He Qingqi smiled so wide her eyes curved into crescents. How come now that they were together, it was Weiwei who seemed to get embarrassed, unlike her, who could say all sorts of bold things without hesitation?

But she really was adorable.

Leaning halfway over, He Qingqi stuck out the tip of her tongue just a little, her eyes twinkling with mischief as her long arms snaked around Zhuo Zhiwei’s waist.

Zhuo Zhiwei let out a brief yelp before, despite her embarrassment, obediently scooting closer.

However, the motion caused the thin blanket to slip off, revealing He Qingqi’s bare upper body. Her breasts, though not large, were beautifully shaped like teardrops, with a rhythmic grace as they slightly trembled.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s gaze was immediately drawn to them, her throat bobbing as, as if possessed, she reached out and gently grazed the cherry blossom blooming atop the snowy peak.

Her fingertips were cool, sending a shiver through He Qingqi. Her eyes widened as her body quivered. Zhuo Zhiwei’s cool, romantic perfume lingered in the air, wrapping around her senses like a sweet intoxication.

He Qingqi couldn’t tell if she was still drunk or awake, wondering if the alcohol from last night was hitting her harder now. Her heart raced wildly, as if on the verge of collapsing. Driven by desire, she grasped Zhuo Zhiwei’s wrist, her fingers lightly brushing her wrist bone.

Breathing heavily, her eyelids drooped halfway. “Wei… Weiwei.”

Throwing off the blanket, He Qingqi swiftly changed positions, pressing Zhuo Zhiwei beneath her. Her movements were rough, tearing at Zhuo Zhiwei’s recently put-on shirt and tossing it back to the floor.

He Qingqi’s lips grazed Zhuo Zhiwei’s small, delicate body, her long arms searching the floor for something.

Her scarred brow furrowed slightly as she rasped, “Where is it?”

She distinctly remembered tossing it there last night—where could it have gone?

The wings of her shoulder blades flexed as she half-sat up, rummaging through the bedside drawer with increasingly loud movements.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s hazy eyes blinked in confusion. Why had she suddenly stopped? Then it hit her—He Qingqi was likely searching for the thing she had thrown far away this morning. Her face turned slightly sheepish as she released the grip on He Qingqi’s waist.

It was like two people lived inside her, fighting over control of her consciousness. One told her to stay reserved, while the other urged her to follow her desires, occasionally suggesting cheeky ideas like telling He Qingqi to stop looking.

Her eyes flickered between clarity and confusion, unsure which course was more embarrassing. In the end, she bit her lip, trembling as she pointed to a spot across the room. “Over there…”

Following her finger, He Qingqi’s gaze fell on the familiar long box. Raising an eyebrow, she smiled in satisfaction, walking over in a few brisk steps. Naked and unbothered, she bent over to pick it up, then looked at Zhuo Zhiwei with an ambiguous smile.

Her lips curled slightly.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s gaze flickered as she watched He Qingqi approach, unable to control her nervousness. Somehow, those few short seconds felt like a journey through her entire youth.

The corners of her eyes tinged pink as He Qingqi sat down on the bed. Zhuo Zhiwei scooted back, leaning against the headboard, and wrapped her arms around He Qingqi’s neck, offering a kiss full of love.

Their tongues entwined, gradually melting away the coolness of the autumn morning.

About half an hour later, Zhuo Zhiwei kicked He Qingqi in the rear once again. Her flushed face brimmed with allure as she held up a soaked piece of fabric.

“Damned He Qingqi! What am I supposed to wear now?”

He Qingqi rubbed her rear, instinctively licking her lips and pouting in grievance. “You can’t just blame me; it’s not like you…”

The moment she spoke, Zhuo Zhiwei’s expression flared like a cat whose fur had been ruffled. “Say that again, I dare you!”

He Qingqi promptly shut her mouth, her eyes drooping like a pitiful puppy, staring at Zhuo Zhiwei with wide eyes, blinking repeatedly. If her ears could move, they’d likely flatten against her head like a scolded dog. No wonder she was the CEO’s sister—playing the pity card came naturally to her.

For a brief moment, Zhuo Zhiwei almost fell for it, wondering if she had been too harsh.

Then she recalled how just moments ago, on the bed, He Qingqi had used the same pitiful tone, crying sweetly, but her actions were anything but gentle, full of fiery aggression that pinned her down without question.

Blushing furiously, Zhuo Zhiwei huffed coldly, grabbed her clothes, and marched toward the guest room to change, fearing that if she stayed another second, she’d end up back in bed. Glaring at the wrinkled mess of fabric in her hand, she felt utterly exasperated. Just before leaving, she shot He Qingqi one last glare.

He Qingqi stood frozen, belatedly remembering that she had prepared a change of clothes in advance.

“Hey, Weiwei!”

She pulled on her clothes while rummaging through the drawer, trotting after her.

“You didn’t say anything earlier!”

With a loud “bang,” He Qingqi was shut out of the door, her nose inches from the wood. She received her third kick of the day.

“You didn’t ask!” He Qingqi pouted pitifully.

“Oh, and Weiwei, did you kick me this morning?” He Qingqi knocked on the door. “Weiwei! Why did you kick me?”

Zhuo Zhiwei hid behind the door, listening to the sound of her own erratic heartbeat. For the first time, a gentle smile spread across her usually cool face.

…

When they got into the car, He Qingqi gazed at the retreating cityscape with some sentiment. She never expected to get married twice in one year.

Although, technically, the first time was ten years ago.

She squeezed Zhuo Zhiwei’s hand, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Since they were both public figures, He Qingqi didn’t dare to boldly drag Zhuo Zhiwei to the marriage registration office. She was also afraid her father and grandfather would think she was being reckless and disapprove. So, she set her sights on He Qingzhou, who had always doted on her.

As expected, He Qingzhou voiced some mild complaints but, seeing her determination, made arrangements for her and even promised to keep it secret for a year.

With the fresh marriage certificate in one hand and her wife’s hand in the other, He Qingqi took a deep breath, feeling completely at ease.

Walking hand in hand down a quiet lane, she felt as excited as a puppy let loose from its leash.

He Qingqi beamed as she looked at the red certificate, planting a loud kiss on it.

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but laugh fondly, her gaze warm as she indulgently said, “Silly.”

“So what if I’m silly?” He Qingqi hummed. “I’ve got a wife now, let me be silly for a bit.”

That term—”wife”—struck achord in Zhuo Zhiwei’s heart, stirring emotions she hadn’t anticipated. Her mood lifted, buoyed by He Qingqi’s infectious joy.

“By the way, Weiwei,” He Qingqi said, her tone playful as she pulled out her phone and waved it suggestively. “Now that we’re officially married, shouldn’t you add me back?”

“What kind of newlyweds have each other blocked?” she teased.

Zhuo Zhiwei paused, her brows furrowing slightly in thought. “Wait… ‘add you back’? You mean you deleted me too?”

Her tone sharpened, and the dangerous edge in her voice sent a chill down He Qingqi’s spine, making her legs weak.

“No, no, no!” He Qingqi scrambled to explain, terrified that one wrong word could land her in serious trouble. “I wouldn’t dare! You know how it is nowadays, when one person deletes the other, they just disappear from the list automatically, right?”

He Qingqi, her eyes brimming with the innocence of a wronged puppy, clung to Zhuo Zhiwei’s arm and pleaded, “Please add me back, Weiwei!”

If Tao Jinghan were there, he would’ve undoubtedly shuddered from head to toe at the sight. But Zhuo Zhiwei, surprisingly, found herself softened by it. Watching He Qingqi, who was clearly head over heels in love with her, she couldn’t help but huff with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. “Fine, I’ll be generous and—”

She pulled out her phone, swiftly entering He Qingqi’s contact info from memory, searching for her profile.

He Qingqi’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the moment Zhuo Zhiwei would say, “I’ve added you back.”

But then Zhuo Zhiwei’s smile slowly faded.

The icy look that crossed her face made He Qingqi’s heart plummet. Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared at the screen. “You’d better have a good explanation for this.”

She tossed the phone at He Qingqi.

Wha… what explanation?

He Qingqi fumbled to catch it, her mind racing as her heart pounded in her chest. She unlocked the phone with trembling fingers, dread filling her as she read the large words on the screen.

The person I love is not my lover.

The profile picture, while unfamiliar, carried an odd sense of déjà vu.

He Qingqi nearly dropped the phone in shock, barely managing to hold on. Her eyes flicked down to the string of numbers—no mistake. It was her account.

She blinked rapidly, once, twice, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Surely there was some kind of mistake.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s cold laugh cut through her confusion. “You can blink all you want, but that’s still your username.”

With that, Zhuo Zhiwei spun on her heel and stormed off.

He Qingqi stared at the phone in disbelief, then at Zhuo Zhiwei’s retreating figure. Panic setting in, she hurried after her. “Weiwei! Let me explain!”

Desperately searching for words, He Qingqi mentally scrambled, racking her brain like never before. “It’s a bug! Yes, that’s it! It’s a bug! This weird thing happens sometimes, where it shows an old username from ages ago. I swear, that’s my middle school username!”

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly stopped in her tracks. Middle school? So, it was a name she had used before?

For… Fang Xuanyao?

The thought hit Zhuo Zhiwei like a thunderbolt, her blood boiling with fury and jealousy. It was supposed to be their wedding day, a moment she had been so happy to share, only for He Qingqi’s ex to rear her ugly head and ruin it.

Her temples throbbed with frustration and heartache, the possessiveness she always kept in check threatening to spill over.

He Qingqi, you made me like this!

Zhuo Zhiwei bit her lip, trying to calm herself, but her emotions were a whirlwind. She gave He Qingqi a piercing look, her red lips curling into a cold sneer. “Ha!”

She quickened her pace, storming ahead.

He Qingqi, thinking Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t believe her, hurriedly pulled out her own phone and opened the QQ app to show her profile. “Look, Weiwei! My username is just a period now, see? I’m telling the truth!”

Zhuo Zhiwei, ignoring her completely, kept her gaze forward, walking with an air of cold detachment, her strides fast and unforgiving.

He Qingqi, nearly in tears, glanced at the profile on her screen.

Damn this bug!

It had caused more trouble than she could have ever anticipated!