The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 128: My sister

For a brief moment, an oppressive silence engulfed the room. The weight of unspoken emotions hung in the air, suffocating and heavy. Then, like a sudden crack in the tension, a sharp, disbelieving laugh echoed through the space, shattering the deafening quiet.

Su Yunfei’s mocking laughter carried an edge of pain and disbelief as his bewildered eyes locked onto He Zeqing.

"You’re really a jerk, He Zeqing," Su Yunfei spat, his voice trembling with suppressed fury.

His lips curled into a bitter smile, but his reddened eyes betrayed the storm of emotions raging within him. He Zeqing sat stoically before him, his expression calm yet unreadable, as if unaffected by the accusation.

"What else do you want to hear from me?" He Zeqing asked after a moment, raising a brow slightly in response. His voice was steady, almost detached, as if the chaos in front of him hadn’t pierced his composure.

Su Yunfei’s chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, his frustration bubbling over.

"You really have no guilt, do you?" he shot back, his voice strained with a mix of anger and heartbreak.

Feeling the weight of his emotions pressed down on him, Su Yunfei sank onto the couch behind him, his legs unable to support him any longer. He leaned forward slightly, his trembling hands gripping his knees as he faced the man he hated most.

"You killed my little sister," Su Yunfei began, his voice cracking with raw pain, "and seven years later, you have the audacity to show up in front of me, not because you care, not because you’ve finally decided to take responsibility, but because your little cousin needs your help?" He laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and sharp.

He glared at He Zeqing with eyes filled with resentment and continued, his words dripping with venom. "Why don’t you ask me how my parents are doing? Don’t you want to know? Or should I save you the trouble and just tell you?" His voice grew louder, his composure fracturing with every word.

"My mom," he said, pausing to swallow the lump in his throat, "died five years ago. She missed her daughter so much that she was willing to abandon her son just to join her in death. And my dad? He followed her a few months later. He couldn’t live without his wife. He left me—he left his son—all alone in this world."

Su Yunfei’s voice wavered, thick with emotion, as his red eyes glistened with tears threatening to spill.

"Thank you for asking, He Zeqing," he added sarcastically, his trembling voice barely masking the heartbreak beneath it.

A tear slipped down his cheek, and he didn’t bother wiping it away. Instead, he fixed He Zeqing with a burning stare, his hatred almost tangible in the air. "While you carried on with your life, happily surrounded by your family, your parents taking care of every little thing you needed, I lost everything because of you. My whole family is gone, and I’m the only one left. Do you even realize what that feels like?"

His voice rose in a crescendo of anguish, his body shaking as years of suppressed pain erupted all at once. "I hate you, He Zeqing. I hate you so much that I want to kill you," he said, his voice trembling with intensity.

"I want you to suffer, just like my sister did. I want you to know the same pain I’ve carried every single day for the past seven years."

Finally, the words he had buried deep within his heart spilled forth, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions. Tears streamed freely down his face now, but Su Yunfei made no effort to hide them.

For the first time in years, he allowed himself to release the anger, the grief, and the unbearable loneliness that had consumed him.

Hearing Su Yunfei’s words, for the first time since stepping into the house, He Zeqing’s calm facade cracked, revealing the storm that raged beneath. His usually composed expression faltered, and a flicker of pain crossed his face, barely perceptible but unmistakable to anyone paying close attention.

His hands, which had been loosely at his sides, clenched into fists as if trying to anchor himself in the midst of Su Yunfei’s emotional onslaught.

However, despite the raging storm of thoughts and emotions swirling in his mind, He Zeqing forced himself to maintain his composure. The ache in his chest was almost unbearable, but he couldn’t allow it to show—not in front of Su Yunfei.

He swallowed it all, pushing down the guilt, the regret, and the pain, and instead chose to wear the heartless mask he had perfected over the years.

"It seems that you truly don’t have any personal grudge against Wen Renyue," he said, his voice cold and detached, as though they were discussing a trivial matter.

"It must be someone else using you to hinder him. I’ll figure it out later." He straightened his posture, his expression unreadable.

"Then, I’ll get going now," he added nonchalantly, turning slightly as if to leave.

He Zeqing acted as though Su Yunfei’s heated words and raw emotions had bounced off him without leaving a mark. He didn’t acknowledge the accusations, nor did he show the slightest hint of remorse for the tragedy Su Yunfei had so painfully laid bare.

To an outsider, it would seem as though the incident from seven years ago had never even been brought up.

But Su Yunfei wasn’t an outsider. He could see through the veneer of indifference, and it only fueled the fire of his anger. The more He Zeqing dismissed him with this calculated, detached attitude, the more Su Yunfei felt an overwhelming urge to break through that facade.

His chest heaved as he stared at the man before him, his eyes blazing with unspent fury. How could He Zeqing remain so composed, so unmoved, when Su Yunfei’s life had been irreparably shattered? It was maddening.

The more He Zeqing pretended not to care, the more Su Yunfei’s determination grew. He wanted to see cracks in that icy demeanor, to force the man to confront the weight of his sins.

He wanted to provoke He Zeqing until he could no longer hide behind that impenetrable mask. He wanted to see him break down, to hear him beg for forgiveness.

Only then, perhaps, would some semblance of justice be restored for the years of anguish Su Yunfei had endured.

"It looks like you cherish this little cousin of yours quite a lot," Su Yunfei remarked, a smirk playing on his lips. His voice dripped with mockery, each word deliberately chosen to provoke.

"I seem to recall that she used to dislike you. I wonder how she would feel if her very first project failed spectacularly—not because of her own shortcomings, but because of her cousin’s dark, shameful past?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with a cruel sense of satisfaction.

He Zeqing’s sharp glare shot across the room like an arrow, his usually stoic demeanor fracturing under the weight of Su Yunfei’s words. It was a warning, unmistakable and intense, but Su Yunfei only took it as confirmation that he had struck a nerve.

Noticing how He Zeqing’s cold facade faltered at the mere mention of his cousin, Su Yunfei’s lips curled into a triumphant smile. He had finally found a crack in the armor, a weakness to exploit. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

If He Zeqing wanted to act untouchable, then Su Yunfei would tear him down piece by piece.

"Hate me all you want," He Zeqing said, his voice low and seething, "but don’t you dare involve her in this." The warning was clear, his tone sharper than steel.

Su Yunfei’s eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of anger and bitterness.

"Now you know how to protect someone?" he sneered, his smile widening into something almost unhinged.

"When my sister begged you to save her, where was this protective instinct of yours then?" His voice rose slightly, his emotions pushing him closer to the edge.

He Zeqing’s jaw tightened, his glare intensifying as he watched the man before him unravel. Su Yunfei’s words hit like daggers, yet he refused to let them penetrate too deeply. He stood his ground, silent and unmoving, even as Su Yunfei’s voice grew louder.

"When my sister needed you, you stood by and did nothing," Su Yunfei continued, his voice trembling with fury. "Did you hate her that much? Was that why you didn’t even bother to speak up for her, to save her?"

He Zeqing remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. His refusal to answer only enraged Su Yunfei further, the lack of response stoking the fire of his resentment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, He Zeqing spoke, his words measured and deliberate. "I never hated your sister," he said quietly, his voice tinged with an emotion that Su Yunfei couldn’t quite place.

With that, He Zeqing rose from the couch, his movements calm but resolute. He straightened his jacket, his expression unreadable, and prepared to leave. Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling in the room, he maintained a semblance of composure, refusing to let Su Yunfei see just how deeply the confrontation had affected him.

"Then why did you watch her burn to death?!" Su Yunfei’s voice cracked as he yelled, raw anguish spilling out with every word.

"Why didn’t you come to save her? You were there, He Zeqing! You stood there and watched as my sister screamed, as the fire consumed her whole. She begged you—I heard it with my own ears. Why did you leave?!"

Su Yunfei surged forward, grabbing He Zeqing’s collar in a white-knuckled grip. His body trembled with the weight of his emotions, his face a storm of grief and fury.

He Zeqing made no move to resist, allowing himself to be yanked forward, his collar tightening against his neck. His eyes, dark and unreadable, remained fixed on Su Yunfei, but he didn’t flinch or try to pull away. It was as if he had decided to endure the onslaught, to let Su Yunfei unleash every ounce of the pain he carried.

"My sister..." Su Yunfei’s voice broke, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. His hands shook as he tightened his grip on He Zeqing’s collar.

"She was just seventeen years old, He Zeqing. Seventeen." His voice grew quieter, the words coming out in a whisper as if the weight of her age made the loss even more unbearable.

"She was so young," he continued, his voice trembling. "She had her whole life ahead of her. There were so many things she hadn’t experienced, so many dreams she hadn’t chased. But she never got the chance, because she died in that fire—in the cruelest, most agonizing way imaginable. And you...you could have saved her. You could have done something. Why didn’t you? Why?!"

His voice climbed again, raw and desperate as he shook He Zeqing’s body, as though forcing the man to answer might somehow lessen the unbearable weight of his grief.

Still, He Zeqing said nothing. His body remained still, his expression impassive, though the slight tension in his jaw betrayed the storm of emotions he was suppressing. He stood motionless, allowing Su Yunfei’s anger and sorrow to wash over him like waves crashing against a cliff.

For a moment, it felt as though time had rewound, dragging them both back to that night seven years ago. The same anguish, the same rage, the same suffocating sense of loss filled the space between them.

Once again, Su Yunfei was breaking down, his pain spilling out in an uncontrollable torrent. And once again, He Zeqing remained silent, his silence a hollow echo of the past.

It was as if the events of that fateful night had never truly ended, their lives still caught in its unrelenting grip.

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