The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 88: Be careful what you wish for

After her parents and the twins left, the VIP ward grew quiet, the stillness almost unnatural. Song Chengfeng took over the twins’ place by her bedside, standing there silently and watching her. His gaze was steady, intent, and hard to ignore.

Qi Jianyi felt his eyes on her and tried to act indifferent, but the weight of his stare made it impossible. Finally, she sighed, lifting her head to meet his gaze.

"Alright, stop staring at me like that," she said, rolling her eyes. "If you have something to ask, just ask already."

Song Chengfeng couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief at her reaction. The way she complained, the way she rolled her eyes—it was a glimpse of the Qi Jianyi he was used to.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he moved to the chair by her bed, the same one Mrs. Qi had been sitting in earlier.

Qi Jianyi lowered her bed slightly and turned her eyes to the ceiling. She thought for a moment before answering, her voice quiet but honest.

"To be honest, I feel like crap," she said softly, closing her eyes as if the words drained her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Song Chengfeng’s voice was gentle, careful not to push too hard but filled with genuine concern.

Hearing the hesitation in his voice, Qi Jianyi opened her eyes and turned to face him. She lay on her side, studying him silently, as if weighing whether to speak or stay quiet.

She didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at him. Her thoughts felt tangled, her emotions conflicted.

Why didn’t she ever feel irritated by him? Song Chengfeng wasn’t the first man to show interest in her after her past relationship with Xu Yichen. Others had come before—some gave up after being rejected, while others tried harder only to end up being disliked by her.

But it was different with Song Chengfeng. She had never felt any aversion to him, not even when he confessed his feelings or when he declared his intention to pursue her in front of her family.

Still, she had never truly considered accepting him. Their lives were so different, their worlds so far apart.

Qi Jianyi couldn’t help but wonder—if she had met Song Chengfeng in her real world, would things have been different? Would she have accepted him without hesitation, without the doubts and complications?

But no matter how much she thought about it, the answer didn’t matter. Their circumstances would never allow it.

"Have you ever wished for something impossible, only to realise it was a mistake when it came true?" she asked suddenly, her voice soft as she rested her arms under her head and looked at him.

Song Chengfeng didn’t answer immediately. He considered her words carefully before finally speaking.

"I don’t wish," he said simply.

His tone was calm, steady, but there was an edge of certainty to his words. He had been taught from a young age to work for what he wanted, to never rely on luck or chance. To him, wishing was pointless. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

"If I want something, I’ll make it happen," he added, his voice firm but not unkind.

"You don’t wish? At all?" Qi Jianyi’s eyes widened in astonishment, captivated by his unconventional perspective.

She found it hard to believe that someone could live without wishing. To her, humans were inherently fragile beings who grew stronger with each passing day. Yet, even as they gained strength, they continued to wish—reaching out to the heavens for what seemed unattainable.

Just as the poor wished and prayed for wealth, the rich wished and prayed to maintain theirs.

"How can you live like that? Don’t you believe in God?" she asked, her curiosity pushing her to demand answers.

Song Chengfeng reached out and gently pressed his hand to the middle of her furrowed brows. "I’ll answer everything you want to know, but stop frowning," he said softly, his voice tinged with tenderness.

Qi Jianyi swatted his hand away, glaring at him for teasing her.

"I believe in God," he replied calmly. "I just don’t wish. Wishing is for people who wait for miracles. I don’t wait. If I want something, I work for it. And if it’s beyond my reach, I’ll find a way to make it attainable."

There was no arrogance in his tone, only a quiet conviction that struck Qi Jianyi speechless for a moment. His dark eyes held hers with unwavering steadiness, and she found herself trying to piece together what kind of life could forge such a mindset.

"You’re definitely one of the weirdest people in this world," she mumbled, lying back flat on the bed as if retreating into her thoughts.

"What’s so weird about it? Just because I don’t make wishes, I’m suddenly a freak?" he quipped, a teasing grin playing on his lips.

She rolled her eyes and shot him another glare, refusing to dignify his remark with a response.

Watching her lively expressions, Song Chengfeng smirked, quietly pleased with himself. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment at seeing her grow more expressive in his presence.

His teasing subsided as he leaned forward slightly, his tone turning thoughtful. "Why did you ask me that? Did you make a wish once that turned out to be your biggest mistake?"

His question pulled Qi Jianyi back to their earlier conversation, and for a moment, she faltered.

"Yes, I did," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His question had unintentionally unearthed a memory she had tried to bury—a painful mistake from her past.

Once, Qi Jianyi had dared to wish for the impossible.

It was a quiet midnight, with the sky draped in darkness. The moon shone brightly, its silvery glow accompanied by a scattering of countless stars. The heavens seemed particularly lively that night, as if celebrating a joy she couldn’t share.

But Qi Jianyi wasn’t celebrating. That day, she had faced a storm of backlash, hatred, and scorn from the public. Her inability to make a crucial decision had led to the destruction of everything she had worked so hard to build. Her efforts, her dreams—they were crushed under the weight of greed and power wielded by the wealthy elite.

When she returned home that evening, her parents had embraced her, their love wrapping around her like a fragile shield against the harshness of the world. They had comforted her, reassured her, as if their words alone could patch up the cracks in her heart.

Qi Jianyi had lived for moments like that. Everything she did—every decision, every sacrifice—had been for them. She wanted to give her parents and younger sister a better life, one free from the struggles of poverty.

Her father had often pleaded with her to stop, to leave behind the stress and pressure and focus on her youth. But Qi Jianyi had refused.

In her prime, she had tasted success. She had earned thousands, received endless praise, and watched her name shine brightly across the country. But pride had clouded her judgement.

It wasn’t enough; she wanted more—more money, more fame, more validation. Greed whispered in her ear, urging her onward, until everything she had built crumbled in a single day.

That night, after her world came crashing down, she sat by her bedroom window. The cool breeze brushed against her tear-streaked face as she gazed up at the vast sky. For a brief, desperate moment, she let herself believe in wishes.

She made one. A wish she thought no one else could hear.

"I wish I had been born into a wealthy family," she murmured to the stars. "But with my parents still as my parents. I don’t want to fight to pull us out of poverty anymore. I want us to start with everything already in place."

It was a fleeting wish, whispered into the quiet of the night, born out of exhaustion and despair. Qi Jianyi hadn’t thought about it since, dismissing it as a momentary cry for relief.

Or so she had thought.

Unbeknownst to her, the wish she uttered had not vanished into the void. It had been heard—heard by the original Qi Jianyi, who had been watching her through dreams.

"Song Chengfeng," Qi Jianyi called softly, turning to face him. Her expression grew solemn, her voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of sorrow. "If there ever comes a time when you find yourself desperate—so desperate that you start wishing to God—be careful what you wish for."

Her gaze shifted away, fixing on a distant point as her eyes hardened, a coldness settling over them like frost. "Because I did. And there are no words in this world that could ever capture the depth of my regret."

"Do you want to fix it?" Song Chengfeng asked, his curiosity evident. What kind of wish could leave her eyes so weighed down with regret?

"I’ve been trying," Qi Jianyi replied tersely, her tone clipped. "But the more I try, the harder it becomes." She deliberately kept her words vague, unwilling to let him in on things she believed he had no place knowing.

"Why don’t you tell me what’s troubling you? Maybe I can help," he offered, his voice calm yet earnest.

"You can’t," Qi Jianyi said with a faint, humourless chuckle.

She shook her head lightly and added, "I can’t even fix it myself. What makes you think you can?"

Song Chengfeng raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with an easy yet determined air. "And what makes you so sure I can’t? You haven’t even given me a chance."

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