The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 141: You promised...

Seeing that the two old men had no intention of stopping their bickering anytime soon, Grandma Song let out a long-suffering sigh and shook her head.

Nothing could stop these two when they were determined to argue. Their rivalry had spanned decades, and despite their age, neither of them had mellowed in the slightest.

On the other side, Qi Jianyi was rendered speechless by her grandfather’s childish antics. She had long known about his competitive streak, but watching him squabble with Grandpa Song like this still managed to leave her at a loss for words.

Not wanting to listen to their petty back-and-forth any longer, she decided to intervene. "Grandpa, I’ll be there in an hour at most. Do you want me to pick you up at the hospital? I’d like to visit Grandpa Song too."

Her words were like a switch, instantly silencing both old men.

Grandpa He’s expression brightened as soon as he heard her question, while Grandpa Song, despite his best efforts, couldn’t completely hide the anticipation that flickered in his eyes.

Though he expressed his disapproval of her relationship with Song Chengfeng earlier, deep down, Grandpa Song was still eager to see Qi Jianyi again.

He wanted to see with his own eyes how much she had changed over the years. Even Grandma Song found herself glancing expectantly at the phone in Song Chengfeng’s hand.

Grandpa He, however, was not one to let his old rival have things so easily. He chuckled, his voice filled with amusement. "Well, if it’s not too much trouble for you, why not? But let’s not visit this old man. When you arrive later, just give Grandpa a call, and I’ll come down to meet you. No need to come up."

He sneaked a triumphant glance at Grandpa Song, barely concealing the mischief in his eyes.

Want to see my granddaughter easily? Hah, in your dreams! Grandpa He scoffed internally, clearly enjoying the upper hand in their little game.

Hearing his friend’s pettiness, Grandpa Song snorted loudly before turning to glare at his grandson.

At times like this, shouldn’t Song Chengfeng be standing on his grandfather’s side, urging Qi Jianyi to visit him upstairs?

Unfortunately for Grandpa Song, Song Chengfeng was far too smart to fall into that trap. Instead, he wisely chose neutrality, remaining silent as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak.

He knew better than to go against Grandpa He’s wishes—if he did, there was a very real possibility that the old man would make things difficult for him, and he wouldn’t be able to see Qi Jianyi for a long time.

Qi Jianyi, of course, caught the teasing lilt in her grandfather’s voice. But rather than challenge him, she played along with a lighthearted chuckle.

"Alright, Grandpa. I’ll call you when I arrive."

Her obedient response made Grandpa Song’s face darken with frustration. His lips twitched as if he wanted to object, but in the end, he could only sulk in silence.

Who asked him to act all high and mighty earlier?

Just as Qi Jianyi was about to continue speaking, her words suddenly faltered. A strange dizziness washed over her, and her vision blurred without warning.

The world around her wavered, her surroundings becoming hazy and indistinct.

The cheerful atmosphere was broken in an instant.

Grandpa He, who had been about to let Song Chengfeng and Qi Jianyi talk privately, stiffened the moment he heard her soft groan. His heart clenched as he immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Xiao Yi?" he called, his voice tinged with concern.

But there was no immediate response.

Instead, on the other end of the call, Qi Jianyi’s breathing grew uneven.

A cold chill crept into Grandpa He’s chest. Something wasn’t right.

Inside the car, Qi Jianyi felt a familiar tightness in her chest, but this time, it was worse—far worse.

The pain intensified rapidly, as though invisible hands were squeezing her heart, wringing the breath from her lungs.

A sharp cough erupted from her lips, followed immediately by a spurt of blood staining her palm. Her vision swam, the world around her tilting and blurring, dizziness seeping in with terrifying speed.

It all happened so fast. From the moment her sight became hazy to the numbing lightheadedness overtaking her, only a few seconds had passed.

Yet, for Qi Jianyi, it felt agonizingly long, as if she had been trapped in this unbearable pain for hours.

Back in the hospital room, the sound of her cough—wet and painful—sent a chill down Song Chengfeng’s spine. His body tensed, his hands gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He bolted upright, his heart pounding.

His hand trembled as he clutched the phone, fear creeping into his voice.

"Qi Jianyi, what’s wrong?" he asked, barely mustering the courage to speak. But despite his effort, the tremors in his voice betrayed him.

The change in Song Chengfeng’s expression did not go unnoticed. The once lighthearted atmosphere in the hospital room turned eerily still.

Everyone’s eyes instinctively shifted toward him, their gazes falling on the phone in his grasp.

Grandma Song and Mrs. Song exchanged uneasy glances, still struggling to grasp the situation. Even Grandpa Song, despite his earlier display of indifference, now furrowed his brows in concern.

But it was Grandpa He who reacted the fastest. His entire demeanor changed the moment he heard his granddaughter’s labored breaths.

The color drained from his face as he abruptly stood up, his anxious eyes locked onto the phone as if willing himself to reach through it.

"Xiao Yi..." Grandpa He muttered, stepping toward Song Chengfeng. His voice, usually strong and full of authority, wavered with unspoken dread.

Meanwhile, Song Chengfeng was still waiting for Qi Jianyi to respond. But the only thing that greeted him was the sound of her ragged breathing—coughs wracked with pain, and faint, muffled groans slipping through.

His chest tightened.

That was the first time he had ever heard her groan in pain.

Qi Jianyi had always been good at hiding things—her struggles, her suffering, her illness. She never let anyone see just how much she endured. Even when her condition had worsened, she kept her pain tucked away behind smiles and reassurances.

But now, for the first time, she couldn’t hide it.

The pain had arrived suddenly, blindsiding her, leaving her vulnerable in a way she had never allowed herself to be.

Gritting her teeth, Qi Jianyi sucked in a shaky breath, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. She was still on the road. Still driving.

The realization sent another wave of panic through her.

Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel as she willed herself to focus. The road ahead was empty—no cars, no pedestrians—but she knew she couldn’t keep driving like this. She had to stop. She had to pull over.

But her body refused to cooperate.

A fresh wave of pain tore through her, sharp and all-consuming. It wasn’t just physical—it was something deeper, something unnatural. It felt as though something was forcefully trying to pull her soul from her body, to split her in two.

The unbearable sensation left her gasping, her consciousness teetering dangerously on the edge.

And then, in the midst of it all, one name slipped past her lips—soft, almost inaudible.

"...Song Chengfeng."

It was the only thing she could say.

The only name her mind could cling to.

As Song Chengfeng kept yelling her name, she desperately wanted to respond, to call out to him—to beg for help.

But the pain was unbearable. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Her vision blurred further before momentarily clearing, allowing her a glimpse of the road ahead.

Her once elegant and composed appearance had long since faded—replaced by a deathly pale complexion, her lips smeared with blood.

The sun shone brilliantly above, the sky a perfect shade of blue, as if mocking the storm raging within her.

Qi Jianyi forced herself to focus. She had to stop the car. Now.

Her trembling fingers gripped the steering wheel, and she willed her foot to press the brake pedal. But her legs failed her. No matter how hard she tried, her body wouldn’t respond.

A chilling realization dawned upon her.

She was scared—terribly scared.

Yet, for some reason, a part of her felt as if the path she had been searching for had finally arrived. It had simply come in the cruelest way possible.

Or maybe, she was just unlucky.

On the other end of the call, Song Chengfeng refused to give up. He continued to call her name, his voice laced with desperation.

He wanted to be there, to reach her, to save her—but he couldn’t.

He was utterly powerless.

All he could do was stand there, gripping his phone with shaking hands, praying that she would stop the car and wait for him.

But fate had decided to be cruel to him.

Qi Jianyi’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. She didn’t want to leave like this—not when Song Chengfeng was still waiting for her.

"There’s so much I want to... say to you," she whispered.

Was this body finally rejecting her—the imposter? But, does she really has to leave like this? Especially when Song Chengfeng was still there, listening at her.

Somehow, Qi Jianyi knew.

This time, she wouldn’t wake up in this world anymore. Whether it was death or something else, she had an undeniable intuition that her time here was over.

Maybe she would truly die.

Or maybe she would return to her real world, to her real body.

Because this one—this borrowed body—had given up on her.

A bitter, metallic taste filled her mouth as she swallowed the blood she had coughed up. The pain momentarily cleared her mind, allowing her to utter two simple words.

"I’m sorry..."

Her heart ached—not just from the pain, but from the weight of everything she had left unsaid.

I’m sorry for not telling you the truth about my condition.

I’m sorry for not accepting you sooner.

I’m sorry for bringing you into this painful truth when I could have simply pretended to be the real Miss Qi.

I’m sorry, Song Chengfeng...

She had so much she wanted to say. But all she could manage were those two words.

And on the other end of the line, Song Chengfeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His hands clenched into fists, his body trembling as a chill ran down his spine.

"What are you saying, Qi Jianyi?!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "Stop the car and wait for me!"

Desperation bled into his words, raw and unrestrained.

Grandpa He, who had been standing beside him, stepped forward, his own voice urgent.

"Xiao Yi, listen to Grandpa. Just calm down and park your car somewhere safe. I’ll send someone to pick you up immediately!"

But how could Qi Jianyi do as they asked?

No—she wanted to. More than anything, she wanted to.

But her body simply wouldn’t obey.

How could she stop the car when she couldn’t even feel her own legs?

It was ironic to think that she has wished to leave this world for a long time ago. But when the chance finally arrived, she was reluctant to leave.

Or she wasn’t reluctant. She just doesn’t want to leave like this. She wanted to bid a proper goodbye to everyone even if they didn’t know the truth.

"I’m fine..." she lied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her words were lighter than the wind, yet clearer than the sky.

"It’s not scar—urgh."

She choked, gripping her chest tightly as another wave of pain washed over her.

The more breathless she sounded, the more frantic Song Chengfeng became.

"Jianyi, please... stop the car," he pleaded, his voice breaking.

"Qi Jianyi... please... for me."

Tears welled in Grandpa He’s eyes.

Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

When Qi Jianyi had apologized earlier, he had thought little of it in his panic.

But now...

Now, it made sense.

And Song Chengfeng understood immediately.

The time had come.

She was leaving.

And he couldn’t even see her one last time.

"You promised..." Song Chengfeng’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "You promised to tell me..."

You promised not to leave me without warning.

He didn’t finish his sentence, but they both understood.

Qi Jianyi wished she could tell him everything—her feelings, her guilt, how much she wished for him to live a happy life even without her.

But time was cruel, and her strength was fading fast.

The pain grew worse. Every breath she took was a battle.

Through her hazy vision, she spotted an approaching intersection.

There wasn’t much time left.

She had to stop the car. Now.

If she didn’t, she wouldn’t just take herself down—she would drag innocent people with her.

Qi Jianyi wouldn’t allow that.

Her lips trembled as she forced out the words.

"Grandpa, I’m sorry... for not being able to pick you up..."

A deep breath.

"Grandpa Song, I’m sorry... for not able to visit you..."

Both elders stiffened.

Grandpa He’s eyes widened in alarm, his heart pounding. He didn’t have time to process her words—he only knew one thing.

His granddaughter was giving up.

"Xiao Yi, why are you apologizing?!" he choked out. His hands trembled. "Be good... and wait for us to come get you, okay?"

Qi Jianyi forced a smile.

She nodded, her voice soft. "Okay, I will wait for you, Grandpa..."

But even as she said those words, her vision faded. The world around her darkened.

It was the worst feeling in the world—knowing she was truly leaving.

With the last of her strength, she turned the steering wheel sharply, forcing the car off the road.

If she couldn’t stop, she could at least control where she crashed.

The trees blurred together as the vehicle veered toward the forest lining the road.

She prayed—prayed that she would hit something soon, before she lost control completely.

And just before the darkness consumed her entirely, she forced out one last whisper.

A confession.

A confession that would remained in Song Chengfeng’s mind forever.

"I love you, Song Chengfeng..."

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