The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 120: The couple’s secret

Qi Jianyi managed to keep her health condition hidden from He Zeqing, but as the week passed, the day of the audition finally arrived. Despite her composed exterior, she couldn’t help feeling a mix of nervousness and unease.

Part of her anxiety stemmed from the fact that it had been a while since she participated in an audition as a judge. The responsibility weighed on her, and she hoped she would be able to select the right talents for her story.

However, the bigger source of her nerves was her health. Over the past week, her coughing had worsened significantly, and every bout left her feeling weaker than before.

To keep her condition a secret, Qi Jianyi had become adept at disappearing into the washroom whenever her coughing fits struck. She used work as an excuse to avoid prolonged contact with her family, even going so far as to limit her interactions with Song Chengfeng.

Although they hadn’t met in person for a week, Song Chengfeng had stayed persistent in maintaining their connection through daily calls. Their usual phone chats had evolved into video calls, a change that was entirely his doing.

The once-proud and confident Young Master Song didn’t hesitate to act clingy, even pitiful, just to convince Qi Jianyi to agree to video calls twice a day—once in the morning and once at night.

Now, as she prepared to leave her room to attend the audition and finally see her lover in person, Qi Jianyi’s heart raced for an entirely different reason. She wasn’t just nervous about the event but also deeply worried about her condition.

What if her cough suddenly came at the wrong moment? What if she couldn’t suppress it and accidentally revealed her secret, spitting up blood in front of Song Chengfeng?

The thought alone sent a chill down her spine. Her resolve hardened as she reminded herself to stay vigilant and composed. No matter what, she couldn’t afford to let him—or anyone else—find out.

Qi Jianyi said goodbye to her mother before stepping out of the house. Outside, she spotted Song Chengfeng’s sleek black sedan parked right in front of the gate. The passenger door was already open, and its owner stood leaning casually against the car. His expression feigned calm, but the spark of happiness in his eyes gave him away.

"Do you miss me?" Song Chengfeng asked, his voice light yet laced with anticipation as Qi Jianyi approached.

His usually stoic demeanor softened the moment their eyes met, but Qi Jianyi, noticing his attempt to act cool, only glanced at him sideways and offered a small, teasing smile.

"I don’t," she replied playfully, raising an eyebrow. "Do you miss me?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Ignoring her answer, Song Chengfeng reached out and pulled her into his arms. His embrace was firm, his chin resting gently on her shoulder as he murmured against her neck, "I miss you so much."

Used to his affectionate nature, Qi Jianyi didn’t resist. Instead, she returned the hug, her right hand resting lightly on his waist while the other patted his back with care.

"How’s work? Has it been exhausting?" she asked, her usually cool voice softening with genuine concern.

Her rare display of tenderness caused Song Chengfeng’s heart to skip a beat. Despite their week-long separation, their daily video calls had kept them connected.

Yet seeing him in person now, she couldn’t ignore the toll his work had taken on him. He seemed thinner, and his tired eyes, though still full of warmth, tugged at her heartstrings.

"Don’t overwork yourself," she said gently, breaking the hug and cupping his face in her hands. "Take it slow, Chengfeng. Don’t push too hard."

Song Chengfeng gazed at her, his exhaustion evident but his smile unwavering. Her words, so full of care, melted the last of his pretense. Seeing the slight distress flicker in her eyes, he couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten.

Unable to hold back any longer, Qi Jianyi leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. But before she could pull away, Song Chengfeng’s hand found the back of her neck, holding her gently yet firmly as he deepened the kiss, pouring into it all the emotions he had kept bottled up during their time apart.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them basking in the quiet intimacy of their reunion.

"We should probably get going, or we’ll end up stuck in traffic," Qi Jianyi said, her voice slightly breathless as she pulled away from their kiss.

Song Chengfeng, however, wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Pouting slightly, he leaned in and stole another quick kiss before whispering softly, "I love you."

His gaze lingered on her face, as if trying to capture every detail and etch it into his memory.

Hearing his heartfelt confession, Qi Jianyi felt warmth bloom in her chest. By now, she had grown accustomed to his sudden displays of affection, but they never failed to make her feel special.

She liked this about him—the way Song Chengfeng never hesitated to express his feelings.

It reassured her. His openness wasn’t just about love; it was a reflection of his sincerity. Song Chengfeng didn’t put on a mask or demand that she be overly expressive in return.

Instead, he allowed his feelings to flow freely, showing her exactly how he felt.

Whether he was hurt, frustrated, or overwhelmed with happiness, Song Chengfeng always voiced it. It was this unfiltered honesty that set him apart and made their relationship feel so genuine.

But Qi Jianyi also knew that this was a side of him only she got to see. For the rest of the world, Song Chengfeng remained the same—aloof, reserved, and sometimes even arrogant. His stoic nature was his shield, but with her, he let it fall.

She smiled, softly brushing a hand against his cheek.

"I know," she said simply, her tone steady yet filled with unspoken emotions.

Reluctantly, Song Chengfeng finally let her go, but the lingering warmth in his chest stayed. To everyone else, he might still be the cold, untouchable Young Master Song.

But to Qi Jianyi, he was someone entirely different—someone who loved deeply, spoke sincerely, and held nothing back.

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"You’re here?" He Zeqing asked as soon as the two lovebirds stepped into the hall where the auditions were being held.

They had entered through the back door, away from the production team and the actors waiting to audition. Qi Jianyi had chosen to keep her identity hidden, so walking in through the front wasn’t an option.

"Cousin, have you been waiting long?" Qi Jianyi greeted him.

"No, I just got here," He Zeqing replied. "But I won’t be able to keep you company today—I have another meeting to attend. Let’s go. I’ll take you to your room." He gestured for them to follow as he started walking ahead.

While leading the way, he turned to Song Chengfeng and asked, "What’s keeping you so busy these days? You didn’t even show up at the gathering last night."

Song Chengfeng gave him a quick glance before looking straight ahead again. "I’m running a business now. I don’t have time for gatherings," he replied curtly.

He Zeqing raised an eyebrow at his response, his expression clearly puzzled.

"Didn’t you used to say that business was something shady people got involved in and you’d never touch it?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"I never said that business was shady. Don’t twist my words," Song Chengfeng retorted, his tone sharp but calm.

"Fine, fine, you never said it," He Zeqing relented, nodding as if to humor him. "But seriously, what made you suddenly interested in starting a business? What kind of business is it?"

Song Chengfeng smirked slightly, his usual air of mystery returning. "It’s a secret," he replied, leaving no room for further questions.

Unsatisfied with the vague answer, He Zeqing turned to Qi Jianyi. "Do you know what this is all about?"

Qi Jianyi hesitated for a moment before answering. "I don’t know the details about the business, but I do know that he’s started one."

He Zeqing let out a small sigh of frustration. "Of course. Both of you are full of secrets," he muttered, shaking his head before continuing to lead them toward the audition room.

As they reached the hallway leading to the audition room, He Zeqing stopped in front of a plain but neatly labeled door.

He turned to Qi Jianyi and Song Chengfeng, his expression shifting from casual curiosity to a more serious demeanor.

"This is your room," he said, addressing Qi Jianyi directly. "You’ll have privacy here, and the production team won’t disturb you unless it’s necessary. I already confirmed that the actors that will be coming to audition will not be able to see you. I already asked them to put the microphone there and you can just ask them anything. Anyway, are you sure about staying under the radar? With your background, you could easily—"

Qi Jianyi cut him off gently but firmly. "I’m certain, Cousin. I want my work to speak for itself, not my name." Her voice was calm, but there was a quiet resolve in her tone that left no room for argument.

He Zeqing nodded, though his concern lingered in his expression. "Alright. Just let me know if you need anything," he said. Turning to Song Chengfeng, he added, "And you—try not to stir up trouble while you’re here."

Song Chengfeng chuckled, the corners of his mouth curving into a sly smile. "Trouble? Me? When have I ever caused trouble, Zeqing?"

He Zeqing shot him a knowing look but chose not to respond, instead glancing at his watch. "I need to go. Good luck with the auditions," he said, before striding down the hallway and disappearing around a corner.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Qi Jianyi let out a small sigh, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. She placed her bag on the table in the corner of the room, glancing briefly at Song Chengfeng.

"Now, Young Master Song, are you going to be my first participant?" Qi Jianyi asked playfully, her tone carrying a teasing edge.

Song Chengfeng stepped forward, his expression matching her playful energy. He gave a slight bow, his smile widening as he answered smoothly, "Should I take the role of the male lead, Miss Qi?" His voice dropped a note, adding a touch of mischief.

Qi Jianyi raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his act. "I don’t think the male lead is the right fit for you," she said, tilting her head thoughtfully. Then, with a sly smile, she leaned forward slightly and tapped his chin with her finger. "I have a role in mind that’s far more suitable."

Song Chengfeng’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Oh? Do tell," he said, his tone laced with curiosity.

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