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The Young Miss Refuse To Love

Transmigrated into a novel she dropped was never on Qi Jianyi’s bucket list. She could still remember how she deleted the novel on her phone after reading the first 30 chapters of the book.  “A book full of bullshit.” She cursed before going to sleep.  Never in a million years would she have thought that one day, she would be pulled into a novel she hated. All Qi Jianyi could think of was trying to look for a way home while ignoring the plot of the novel.  But where does she start? No, does she really have the time to think about it after the appearance of an annoying man who keeps pestering her?  Qi Jianyi could not forget her first impression of that man. He was as cold as ice, but had a fiery temperament. Those beautiful eyes of his had once captured Qi Jianyi’s attention.  But the young miss of the Qi family was too busy looking for a way home. How could she have the time and energy to care about a certain young master?  However, Song Chengfeng would not stop appearing before her. He didn’t know why either. For the first time in his entire life, his mind and body were not in sync.  “Why bother with her?” He whispered coldly, yet his legs already walked towards the woman who was enjoying her life.  “Because I love you, Qi Jianyi! I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling this way, but I do. I love you! I love you so much that the thought of losing you terrifies me. It suffocates me. And yet… you’re not even mine.” - Song Chengfeng "Loving me only ruins you. So stop!" - Qi Jianyi

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Old Qi's family house. 

"Jingxuan, do you think Jianyi will make it?" Mrs. Qi asked, her voice lined with worry.

The air in the car was thick with tension as the Qi family waited outside the Old Qi mansion. Mrs. Qi leaned forward, glancing nervously at the grand gate, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her light blue dress. 

Mr. Qi, sitting beside her, exhaled deeply. His hand moved to rub the center of his forehead, as if trying to press away the stress that had been building all morning.

"I just hope she does," he muttered, glancing at the rearview mirror where the mansion's grand facade reflected back at him. 

"It'll look bad if we're all here and she's the one missing. You know how people talk." His voice trailed off, the weight of the family's reputation pressing down on him.

Turning his attention to his eldest son, Mr. Qi asked, "Jinlu, has she answered your calls yet?"