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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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130 Chs

It’s the right person, just…the wrong time.

"Have you finished writing?" He Zeqing asked the moment he settled into the couch, his eyes sharp with curiosity.

Qi Jianyi rolled her eyes, sipping her tea. What was wrong with this cousin of hers? Ever since she had casually mentioned she was working on a manuscript, He Zeqing had been relentless, pestering her with questions and attempting to pry every detail.

Now, as if he could sense she was done, the young president had appeared at her door without warning.

"It's done," she replied offhandedly, hiding her amusement.

Feigning indifference, He Zeqing stretched out his hand. "Hand it over."

"What?" Qi Jianyi raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his confidence.

"Where is it? Let me read it. Who knows? I might even invest in your manuscript," he said with that unwavering confidence of his.

Qi Jianyi laughed at his audacity. "Cousin, it's not time for you to read it just yet."

"Why not?" he asked, clearly displeased.