The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 142: I love you, Song Chengfeng...

"I love you, Song Chengfeng..." Her voice, that left her lips breathlessly, struck a chord in Song Chengfeng’s heart.

His turbulent emotions completely shattered when he realised that was Qi Jianyi’s last words for him. And the loud crash coming from her side along with the call suddenly ended afterwards pulling Song Chengfeng into deep trance.

His mind went blank. The world around him dimmed, as though someone had extinguished all light, all sound. His breath hitched. His limbs turned cold. Then, as if his body could no longer bear the weight of reality, his knees gave way. He collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud, but the pain never registered. No ache in his flesh could compare to the one tearing through his heart.

He has lost her. He has lost Qi Jianyi.

"Chengfeng!... Chengfeng!"

A panicked voice rang out, echoing through the hospital ward, pleading desperately for Song Chengfeng to snap out of his daze.

But it was futile.

Song Chengfeng was lost—completely and utterly consumed by the void swallowing his mind. His body remained motionless, his gaze empty, as though his soul had been ripped away the moment the call was cut off.

Nearby, Grandpa He, who had overheard every heart-wrenching word and grasped the gravity of Qi Jianyi’s situation, felt his legs give out beneath him. He crumpled onto his knees, his vision blurring as tears welled up in his aged eyes.

Yet, unlike Song Chengfeng, who had been struck speechless by grief, Grandpa He refused to accept reality. Shaking his head vehemently, he clung to the desperate belief that nothing would happen to his beloved granddaughter. She would be fine—she had to be.

He tries to call Song Chengfeng to let the young man help him call for help. But soon Grandpa He realised that Song Chengfeng had remained silent. No matter how many times he called his name, no matter how hard he shook his body or even slapped his back, Song Chengfeng remained frozen—silent and unresponsive, as if he had been turned to stone.

Song Chengfeng was like a statue—motionless, unyielding, as if life had been drained from his body. He neither flinched nor blinked, his entire being frozen in place. The only sign that he was still human, still capable of feeling, was the silent stream of tears cascading down his face.

His unfocused gaze remained locked on the phone lying on the cold, sterile floor, as though willing it to ring again, to bring back the voice that had just confessed her love to him. But the screen remained dark, the silence stretching unbearably, suffocating him.

And still, he did not move.

Seeing the depth of Song Chengfeng’s devastation, Grandpa He clenched his fists, his heart aching at the sight of the young man drowning in grief. But there was no time to console him—no time to waste.

Realizing that Song Chengfeng was beyond reach, Grandpa He turned sharply to his old friend, his voice trembling with urgency. "Weiguo! You—you must call your son! Tell him to find Xiao Yi! Please...!" His breath hitched as desperation seeped into his words.

By the end of his plea, Grandpa He was no longer speaking—he was begging.

Knowing the seriousness of this situation. Grandpa Song hurriedly reached out for his phone and contacted his son, General Song. He didn’t forget to give instructions to his wife and daughter-in-law. Asking them to quickly call Qi Jianyi’s family.

When Grandpa He heard Grandpa Song’s neat instructions, he took a deep breath and slowly stood up. He glanced at the still Song Chengfeng. He understood Song Chengfeng’s emotions but there’s no room for sadness.

The most important thing to do right now was to save his granddaughter. But rather than doing so, Song Chengfeng acted like there’s no chance anymore. As if he truly believed Qi Jianyi has gone from this world.

Song Chengfeng be like this? They had yet to confirm Qi Jianyi’s condition, yet he had already fallen into despair, as if he had given up entirely.

But what Grandpa He didn’t know—what no one could understand—was that it wasn’t about giving up.

Song Chengfeng didn’t believe that Qi Jianyi had simply been lost to an accident. He knew, deep in his bones, that she was already gone.

It was the way she had said goodbye.

There had been regret in her voice—so much regret. Regret that she hadn’t told him the truth sooner. Regret that their time together had been too short. Regret that they had wasted precious moments on hesitation, on silence, on everything that no longer mattered.

Even if she hadn’t been on the road right now, even if she had stayed in her hotel for one more day, the outcome would have been the same. The pain consuming her was inevitable. She would have still left him behind.

This accident was just one of the cruel possibilities—but her departure had never been avoidable.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Song ended her call with Mrs. Qi, telling Qi Jianyi’s mother about the situation her daughter was currently in. Her hands trembled as she set the phone down.

The weight of the news pressed heavily on her chest, but instead of breaking down, she forced herself to move. She found her son sitting there, lost in an abyss of grief.

Mrs. Song had raised Song Chengfeng on her own, watched him grow from a boy into the man he was today. But never—not once—had she seen him like this.

His eyes, usually filled with quiet determination, were empty, hollow, as if his very soul had been stripped from his body. A sharp sting pricked at Mrs. Song’s nose as tears welled up in her eyes.

She had always believed that no matter what happened, her son would endure.

But now, looking at him, she wasn’t sure if he could survive this loss.

"Song Chengfeng, you have to pull yourself together!" Mrs. Song’s voice was gentle but firm, laced with both concern and urgency. She knelt beside him, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. "We still don’t know Qi Jianyi’s true condition. You can’t fall apart like this—not now. Go and help your Grandpa He!"

When he remained unresponsive, lost in his own darkness, Mrs. Song’s heart clenched. Desperate to snap him out of his trance, she gave his back a few firm slaps, hoping—praying—that he would return to himself.

Slowly, as if emerging from deep waters, Song Chengfeng stirred. His head lifted, his hollow eyes meeting hers.

"Mom..." he whispered.

That single word—so fragile, so broken—shattered Mrs. Song’s composure. His voice cracked under the weight of his anguish, and in it, she heard a depth of pain she had never known her son could bear.

Tears slipped down her cheek before she could stop them. In that moment, she truly understood just how much Qi Jianyi meant to him. How deeply she was embedded in his heart.

Mrs. Song pressed her lips together and closed her eyes for a brief second. Then, silently, she prayed. Prayed that Qi Jianyi was safe. Prayed that she would return.

Because if something truly happened to her—if she was lost forever—Mrs. Song feared what would become of her son.

"Mom is here. Mom is right here with you," Mrs. Song murmured softly, holding her son as if he were still the small child she used to comfort after a bad dream.

"But Chengfeng, you have to be strong. Qi Jianyi is still waiting for you to find her. How can you fall so easily like this?" Her voice was gentle yet firm, coaxing him the same way she had when he was five.

She hugged him close, her hands brushing through his hair in soothing strokes, patting his back with quiet reassurance. When more tears slipped down his pale cheeks, she wiped them away, her own heart aching at the sight.

With a small, encouraging smile, she whispered, "Don’t be afraid. Didn’t you always say that Xiao Yi is a strong girl? How could anything happen to her? Let’s wait for news from your father—he’s already searching for her. He will help you find her, okay?"

Under different circumstances, anyone witnessing this scene might have found it strange. After all, Mrs. Song was coaxing her twenty-six-year-old son as if he were still a child. And Song Chengfeng, who had always been mature beyond his years, rarely—if ever—sought comfort from others, let alone allowed himself to be held like this.

But right now, none of that mattered. The weight of reality was too much for him to process. His mother’s words, her warmth, her attempts to soothe him—they barely reached him. His mind was trapped elsewhere, replaying Qi Jianyi’s voice over and over, tormenting him with every regret laced in her final words.

Still, Mrs. Song didn’t care how it looked. No matter how old he was, no matter how strong he had always been—he was her son. And he always would be.

Despite Mrs. Song’s best efforts, there was still no response from Song Chengfeng. No matter how many times she spoke to him, no matter how gently she tried to coax him out of his trance, nothing seemed to reach him.

His mind was locked away, trapped in a place where only the echo of Qi Jianyi’s voice remained.

In the end, Mrs. Song and her mother-in-law, Grandma Song, exchanged a silent glance before gently pulling Song Chengfeng up. His body was stiff, unyielding, but they guided him to a nearby chair, easing him down so he wouldn’t remain kneeling on the cold floor.

Across the room, Grandpa Song observed his grandson for a long moment. His usually composed and steadfast grandson—who rarely showed weakness—now sat there, hollow and lifeless, like a man who had lost everything.

But in the end, Grandpa Song said nothing. He simply sighed and shook his head.

He understood that Song Chengfeng was deeply shocked, but behaving as though Qi Jianyi was already gone—especially in front of her grandfather—was neither wise nor fair.

Grandpa Song glanced at his friend who silently sat beside his bed. The old man, much like Song Chengfeng, was also lost in thoughts.

"Don’t worry too much. My son will find her soon and everything will be fine." Grandpa Song let out a few words to ease his friend’s worries.

Grandpa He didn’t respond right away. He sat there, staring blankly at the floor as if the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders. Then, after a long pause, he finally muttered, his voice thick with sorrow,

"I just...finally got her back, Weiguo." Grandpa He muttered. The sadness in his voice ran deep.

After so many years, after so much regret, Qi Jianyi had finally returned to their lives. She had finally opened her heart to them again. And yet, before he could even begin to make up for lost time, before he could right the wrongs of the past—God wanted to take her away.

A bitter ache filled his chest. It was too cruel.

"Why are you thinking the worst? You’re her grandfather, you should be strong to be by her side. Later, when she wakes up and sees how much you’ve grown old. Be careful if she doesn’t recognise you." Grandpa Song grumbled. He didn’t know how to comfort his old friend and could only spout out a few harsh words.

After all, the thought of a white-haired person seeing off black-haired person was really unpleasant.

"Yes...everything will be fine." Grandpa He nodded his head as if agreeing with Grandpa Song’s words.

He prayed in his heart, wishing that God would protect his granddaughter and not take her away from him.

Unbeknownst to Grandpa He, God fulfilled his wishes and his granddaughter was really not taken away. Rather than that, his real granddaughter was returned to him. She was sent back to the life she truly belonged and not the one she stole away.

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