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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

Song Chengfeng remained silent. His refusal to speak made his stance clear—but his silence only deepened Mrs. Song's frustration.

Throwing a sharp glare his way, she let out an irritated sigh and snapped, "So you're just going to keep quiet? Fine. But don't expect me to stop looking for a wife for you."

With those words, she stood up from the couch and made a show of walking away, clearly attempting to provoke a reaction.

Predictably, Song Chengfeng took the bait. He quickly stood up and moved to block her path.

"Mom…" he called out softly, his tone subdued.

"I really don't want to get married. Can't you just stop pushing me?" His voice held an almost pleading quality, the weariness unmistakable.

But this time, Mrs. Song had resolved not to waver. If her son insisted on continuing this cold, lifeless charade, then she was ready to play her part to the end.

She may be Qi Jianyi…but she’s not my Jianyi