Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 94

The signing event officially began. The girls lined up according to their assigned numbers and entered in sequence. After greeting the fans, they all sat in their designated spots.

Tao Jinghan sat in the center, with He Qingqi on one side and Zhuo Zhiwei on the other. It was as if she were an uncrossable galaxy, separating the two of them. Watching He Qingqi sulk while acting cute toward Zhuo Zhiwei gave Tao Jinghan an odd sense of satisfaction, as if she had finally won a long-standing rivalry.

“That’s what you get for constantly showing off your affection!” she thought smugly.

Tao Jinghan, like a triumphant overlord, pulled them both into her embrace and proudly gestured to the fans below.

“This is my first wife,” she tilted her head to the left.

“And this is my second wife,” she nodded to the right.

He Qingqi was momentarily stunned, instinctively glancing at Zhuo Zhiwei. They exchanged a look and decided to give Tao Jinghan a bit of face as thanks for all the times she’d helped them recently.

He Qingqi relaxed her body, lazily leaning on Tao Jinghan’s shoulder with a dismissive yet cooperative expression. Then, with a sly smile like a mischievous fox, she discreetly held Zhuo Zhiwei’s cool, soft hand and winked at her.

Zhuo Zhiwei, resigned, just smiled back, her eyes filled with warmth.

Suddenly, the fans erupted into cheers.

Tao Jinghan was pleased with herself, feeling like the ultimate victor in life, with both her “wives” being so attractive.

However, a fan unexpectedly shouted, breaking her daydream, “Jinghan! You could host a race on your forehead! Your first wife and second wife are getting cozy with each other!”

The teasing tone sent the surrounding fans into good-natured laughter.

Tao Jinghan’s face changed. She straightened up, looking seriously left and right. He Qingqi raised an eyebrow triumphantly, lifting her hand tightly entwined with Zhuo Zhiwei’s behind Tao Jinghan’s back, which sent the CP fans into a frenzy.

Tao Jinghan: “…”

She gritted her teeth and whispered, “Can’t you give me a little face?”

He Qingqi shrugged indifferently, “Didn’t I just do that?”

“I heard them. They were chanting ‘Qinghan’ and ‘Hanwei.'”

Tao Jinghan glared at her, “But in the end, ‘Qingwei’ overshadowed everything!”

He Qingqi blinked innocently, “Well, maybe you’re just not strong enough.”

Tao Jinghan: “…You’re strong!”

The event proceeded in an orderly manner. CP fans, though too shy to flaunt their identity in front of the stars, subtly displayed it with little details.

For instance, most of the solo fans had headbands or signs with “He Qingqi” or “Your Highness” written on them, while the CP fans’ signs read “Little Lion.”

Whenever He Qingqi spotted such insightful fans, she would reward them with a soft smile, making the scar on her brow seem much less intimidating.

Seeing her eyes linger on the sign for a long time, one fan felt over the moon and immediately took off their headband to give it to her.

Though the fan wasn’t sure if He Qingqi understood the meaning, they couldn’t help but scream inwardly—the CP she shipped was real!

Zhuo Zhiwei, sharp-eyed, noticed the newly gifted sign atop someone’s head. Her face reddened slightly, and after biting her lip and contemplating for a few seconds, she softly smiled at one of the fans.

In the fan’s mind, fireworks exploded. They were so dazzled, they felt like giving her the world. Naturally, the headband found its way onto Zhuo Zhiwei’s head.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes sparkled like clear water, “Thank you. I’ll wear it all the time.”

The fan, red-faced with excitement, practically floated away as they left.

Meanwhile, He Qingqi, who had been secretly watching the entire interaction, bit her lip hard to stifle her laughter. How adorable! she thought. My little wife must be trying to charm me to death!

Seizing the moment while Tao Jinghan was away, He Qingqi slid closer to Zhuo Zhiwei. Their chairs were now pressed tightly together, and she shielded her mouth, pretending to whisper a secret. Her lips barely grazed Zhuo Zhiwei’s ear as she teasingly asked:

“Does this mean we’re wearing couple headbands?”

Her low laugh was filled with flirtation, causing Zhuo Zhiwei’s arm to tremble. For some reason, those words set her entire body ablaze. It was as if her whole being was on fire, and she felt an overwhelming urge to pin He Qingqi down right there.

She glared at He Qingqi fiercely, her hand sneaking under the table to pinch her firm, round behind through her clothes.

He Qingqi, caught off guard, stiffened momentarily, her back arching slightly. Her breathing became erratic, but she quickly regained her composure.

Wide-eyed, He Qingqi glanced around nervously before leaning toward Zhuo Zhiwei, her usual laziness gone. Smiling, she scolded:

“You nearly scared me to death! Where did you suddenly get so bold?”

Zhuo Zhiwei bit her lip, her ears flushed red as she fiddled with a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Now you’re scared? Well, let’s see who was the one…” She trailed off, embarrassed.

He Qingqi found it amusing. How could the person responsible for the bold action now look so shy and demure? Her previous panic completely dissolved, and she wanted nothing more than to hug Zhuo Zhiwei and never let go. Grinning mischievously, she leaned in closer, whispering seductively:

“Let’s see who was doing what?”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s lips trembled, and her face turned even redder. “You…you were the one flirting with me!” she stammered.

He Qingqi barely suppressed a laugh, her gaze filled with tenderness as she gently squeezed Zhuo Zhiwei’s hand.

Suddenly, He Qingqi remembered something and asked with curiosity, “Zhiwei…”

“Hmm?”

“Why do I feel like you’re particularly interested in my butt?”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s face flushed crimson, “What are you saying!”

She turned her gaze away in embarrassment, refusing to look at He Qingqi any longer, leaving only her tightly concealed profile hidden behind strands of hair.

“Well, it’s true,” He Qingqi pressed, “Last night, you…”

“He Qingqi!” Zhuo Zhiwei turned back sharply, glaring at her with her chest heaving, terrified she might say something even more scandalous.

He Qingqi immediately dropped her head, looking pitiful, the rest of her sentence trailing off into a soft murmur.

“…pinched it from time to time.”

Pouting, she looked as though she’d been terribly wronged.

The CP fans, although unsure of what they were whispering about, could tell from their expressions that He Qingqi must have teased her too much again, causing Zhuo Zhiwei to get angry. Fans whispered excitedly to each other, “Qingwei is real!”

At the end of the event, fans left with smiles and signed memorabilia from their favorite stars.

Even on the ride back in the nanny van, He Qingqi couldn’t let go of the earlier conversation. However, considering how she had almost pushed her luck too far, she hesitated for a few seconds before choosing her words carefully.

Poking at Zhuo Zhiwei’s arm repeatedly, her tone softened, and she sounded as though she were playfully begging, “Are you thinking of trying a new position? I’m all for it.”

In an instant, He Qingqi heard a cracking sound. It wasn’t her bones—it was Zhuo Zhiwei clenching her fists. Her entire neck and ears flushed red, as though they were about to bleed.

Zhuo Zhiwei turned, her face a mixture of anger and shyness as she growled, “He Qingqi! You never stop, do you?”

Their antics were loud, yet none of the other members in the car even batted an eye, acting as if they’d seen it all before.

Sitting behind them, Tao Jinghan couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, but she was caught in the crossfire.

Zhuo Zhiwei, now red with embarrassment, turned and snapped, “What are you laughing at?”

Tao Jinghan cleared her throat and immediately put on a serious expression, waving her hand dismissively. “Not laughing, not laughing.”

But the corners of her mouth still curled upward.

He Qingqi blinked her large eyes innocently, showing no remorse, “Well, it’s true.”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s face turned even redder, and her attempts at glaring were weak, lacking any real intimidation. Instead, her expression resembled the soft swipes of a kitten’s paw, so feeble that it only made He Qingqi’s heart itch more.

With her eyes brimming, Zhuo Zhiwei gritted her teeth, “You just wait!”

He Qingqi nodded obediently, replying warmly, “Alright, I’ll wait.”

She then leaned in closer and, with a deliberate, sultry tone, added, “Be good.” Her breath lightly brushed Zhuo Zhiwei’s ear.

It seemed He Qingqi had already figured out that Zhuo Zhiwei’s introverted nature made it hard for her to retaliate.

Zhuo Zhiwei, only in her early twenties, felt her mind go blank from the provocation, and her heart burned as if a spark had ignited it.

“Stop the car!” she suddenly shouted.

Moments later, the two of them switched cars on a dimly lit street. Zhuo Zhiwei only wore a light coat, her ankles bare, and their late-night car switch had an air of suggestiveness, as if they were about to do something forbidden. The mood perfectly matched the quiet, flowing night.

The others exchanged knowing smiles and watched them leave.

Throughout the ride, Zhuo Zhiwei remained silent, her face cold. Occasionally, she would shoot a provocative glance at He Qingqi, but the moment they arrived at the Yijing Garden residence, all the frustration that had been building up seemed to dissipate. Sitting in the elevator, Zhuo Zhiwei regretted her earlier boldness.

Before, people might have only vaguely suspected something was going on between them, but tonight, her actions switching cars practically confirmed it.

Moreover… Zhuo Zhiwei shot a glance at the bouncing figure of He Qingqi in front of her, who seemed eager and ready. Why did she suddenly feel like this was playing right into He Qingqi’s hands, as if she were a lamb walking into a tiger’s den?

Thinking back to last night, when He Qingqi had trapped her with an iron grip, Zhuo Zhiwei paused for a few seconds.

Was it too late to regret now?

…

Apparently, it was.

The moment they entered the apartment, He Qingqi impatiently pulled Zhuo Zhiwei onto the bed, pinning her wrists behind her back. The heat from He Qingqi’s fingers tracing along her skin sent shivers through Zhuo Zhiwei’s body.

Kisses trailed from the corner of her lips to her chin, down her neck, lingering at her collarbone—He Qingqi’s favorite spot—before continuing further down. Zhuo Zhiwei felt like she was being submerged in scorching waves, her consciousness drifting away as soft, trembling sounds escaped her throat. She instinctively wrapped her arms around He Qingqi’s waist, her cool fingers gently pressing against the small of her back.

She had the faint feeling she had forgotten something important, struggling to regain clarity. But He Qingqi’s alternating wild and tender movements overwhelmed her, leaving her helplessly adrift.

Just a moment before her last line of defense crumbled, Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes snapped open. She pushed away the girl clinging to her, her voice hoarse with restraint as she struggled to speak: “We… haven’t showered yet.”

Their soft skin was still pressed tightly together. He Qingqi, biting down on the flesh of Zhuo Zhiwei’s neck, didn’t let go. Her tongue swept over the spot repeatedly, and even though she hadn’t had a drink tonight, He Qingqi acted as though she were utterly intoxicated, completely detached from the outside world.

Zhuo Zhiwei had no choice but to repeat herself.

The persistent touch remained, He Qingqi now hearing her clearly. She pinned Zhuo Zhiwei’s arms down and, breathing heavily, replied, “Later…”

Her “later” clearly meant after they had finished. But Zhuo Zhiwei’s cleanliness habits kicked in, and she pushed her away forcefully, protesting, “No, it’s dirty.”

“Be good, it’s not dirty,” He Qingqi murmured as her hands continued their teasing over the fabric.