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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

The Young Miss Refuse To Love

Qi Jianyi slowly opened her eyes. The familiar sight of her bedroom in the luxurious Qi family estate greeted her, but for the first time in a long while, the usual weight pressing down on her heart was absent.

It was as though a long-standing doubt that had shadowed her soul had finally dissipated, leaving her with a profound sense of clarity and peace. For the first time, she felt like she could truly breathe again.

Her efforts had not been in vain. The seemingly endless struggles she had endured bore fruit, and the family she cherished was waiting for her, just as she had always hoped. Sitting up, she wiped the warm tears trailing down her cheeks.

A small but genuine smile blossomed on her face, growing brighter with each passing second. She was happy—deeply and irrevocably happy.

The happy Mr. Qi