The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 188: Finale: The wedding day

Morning light drifted through the gauzy curtains, filling the bridal room with a quiet, golden radiance that seemed to hold its breath in gentle anticipation. In a space that was meant to echo with laughter, footsteps, and the joyful bustle of preparation, there was only the bride, alone, surrounded by stillness and the soft rustle of fabric.

Qi Jianyi stood before the mirror, her reflection framed in silver, her gaze steady yet distant. She stared at herself in silence, hardly believing that she was truly the woman in the wedding gown. The reality felt fragile, as though one blink might shatter it. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

In the mirror, a woman stood dressed in white. Her gown was long and elegant, grand yet understated, its layered fabric catching the morning light with a subtle shimmer. The fitted bodice was adorned with lace that traced delicately across her sleeves and neckline, while the skirt cascaded down in soft, flowing folds, forming a long and graceful train behind her. Fine lace patterns framed the hem and edges, adding quiet intricacy to the already beautiful design.

It was a gown that seemed to breathe with her, gentle and poised, as if it, too, waited for the day to begin.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself as her heart fluttered with quiet nerves. In just a few minutes, she would step out of this room, and the grand hall doors would open before her. Beyond them awaited the man she was destined to live with and love for the rest of her life.

"Qi Jianyi." She spoke softly, her words directed at no one but herself.

"Let’s start a new life with him." Her voice lowered into a tender murmur, as though she were sending her hopes into the air.

As Qi Jianyi sank deeper into her own thoughts, trying to calm the tremor within her heart, the sound of the door creaking open reached her ears. Turning around, she saw her father, Mr. Qi, step inside.

The moment her eyes met his, a realization settled in. His presence could only mean one thing. The time had come, and she would soon have to leave this room behind.

Mr. Qi entered quietly and closed the door behind him. When his gaze fell upon his daughter in her gown, his footsteps came to an abrupt stop. For a few still seconds, silence filled the space between them. Neither spoke. They simply stood there, staring at each other in the hush of that fragile moment.

As the truth dawned upon him that his daughter was truly getting married today, Mr. Qi’s eyes glistened with tears. He quickened his steps toward her and gently pulled her into his embrace, taking care not to smudge her freshly done makeup.

He did not speak, and the gesture itself was heavy with emotion. Qi Jianyi froze for a brief moment, startled by her father’s sudden action, and so she stayed still within his arms.

"My daughter is so beautiful today..." Mr. Qi proudly complimented Qi Jianyi.

"It’s still early. We can call off the wedding if you want." His words came out softly, not as a joke but as a sincere suggestion, one that carried a father’s heart unwilling to let go.

Hearing his words, Qi Jianyi let out a small laugh. She pulled herself away from his embrace and teased him lightly, "If I do that, the Qi family will be a huge joke in front of everyone."

"So what?" Mr. Qi shrugged, utterly unfazed. What did it matter if people laughed? The only thing that mattered to him was his daughter’s happiness.

"They can laugh all they want. I don’t care. If you really wish to stop this marriage, we can just do that and leave." His tone revealed his sincerity, showing that he had not given up on the idea completely.

"Ah, what can I do?" Qi Jianyi shook her head, feigning regret. "I want to marry him."

Mr. Qi let out a long, theatrical sigh. He knew it was a hopeless wish, but still, he wanted to try. Perhaps, if he said it aloud, she might change her mind, just for a moment, and let them keep her a little longer.

If Mrs. Qi knew what thoughts were running through her husband’s mind, he would surely be done for today. How could he even think of taking their daughter away on her wedding day?

The father and daughter looked at each other before bursting into quiet laughter. His playful attempt had eased the tension in her heart, and for a brief while, the nervousness faded away.

"Jianyi." Mr. Qi called her name, reaching out to hold her hand with gentle care.

She turned to him, her brows slightly furrowed in confusion.

"I may not have raised you myself, and I know that your father must have given you so much love and affection. I admit, he really did a wonderful job. Much better than me, obviously." Mr. Qi’s lips curved into a faintly mocking smile as he spoke, his tone light but tinged with sincerity.

"It gives me comfort to leave Xiao Yi in his hands, knowing he will treat her far better than I ever could. At the same time, it must have been difficult for him to let his daughter come live with me, a father who had once failed." Mr. Qi paused for a moment, his voice faltering. His eyes turned red as he smiled at her, though the smile never reached them. It was a sad, trembling smile, one that tugged painfully at Qi Jianyi’s heart.

Before she could respond, Mr. Qi continued.

"But Jianyi, thank you for giving Dad a chance to treat you right. As long as I am still breathing in this world, nothing will ever harm you. I will protect you, just as your father has always done. So if one day Song Chengfeng treats you poorly, or ever makes you cry, do not hesitate. Just come back to me and your mother. We will protect you, always, and stand behind you no matter what. You have us as your strength, so fear nothing and live as you wish. My only wish is for you to always be happy, and never shed tears of sadness. Can you promise me that?"

His words were filled with a tender determination that struck deeply into her heart. The emotion within them was so strong that tears began to gather in Qi Jianyi’s eyes, threatening to spill down and ruin her carefully done makeup.

"I’m just getting married. Not leaving you and mom forever." Qi Jianyi exclaimed with faint dissatisfaction, trying to steady her voice while holding back the tears that threatened to fall.

Mr. Qi chuckled softly, amused by her stubborn words, and reached for a tissue from the table. With tender care, he dabbed the corners of her eyes, careful not to let the tears trail down her cheeks and ruin her carefully done makeup. His hands were gentle, filled with the quiet love of a father who wanted nothing more than to keep his daughter smiling.

"Thank you, dad." Qi Jianyi whispered, her voice barely audible. Gratitude welled up within her heart, Gratitude for Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi, who had accepted her so warmly into their family, who had surrounded her with enough love to chase away her loneliness.

"Alright, let’s not ruin your day with more tears. I guess it’s time, and your mother would come in if we don’t go out now." Mr. Qi let out a light laugh, trying to ease the moment’s heaviness. He reached out and gently took his daughter’s hand, then guided it into the crook of his arm, linking it with his own in a familiar, protective gesture.

"Are you ready?" he asked, glancing down at her with a comforting smile that spoke both pride and reluctance.

Qi Jianyi looked up at her father, her eyes still glistening with emotion. She blinked, nerves flickering in her gaze, then slowly nodded. Turning her head toward the door, she drew in a trembling breath. The air felt thick with anticipation, heavy with the significance of what awaited beyond that threshold.

And with that single breath of courage, Qi Jianyi took her first step forward while Mr. Qi followed beside her, his presence steady and strong, ready to walk his daughter down the aisle toward the new life that awaited her.

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The grand hall doors opened, signalling the moment that everyone had long awaited. Standing gracefully at the entrance were Mr. Qi and Qi Jianyi, illuminated by the warm glow that poured in from above. As their figures appeared, a collective murmur rippled through the hall, followed by soft gasps of admiration from the guests.

For years, people had known that President Qi’s only daughter possessed a beauty unlike any other. One that could easily capture attention and linger in memory. Yet, due to her distant attitude toward her family and her reluctance to attend social gatherings, few had truly seen her in person.

Today, however, the long-kept mystery was unveiled. The guests finally laid eyes on the ethereal presence that many had only heard described in whispers. Seeing her now, they found that no words could quite capture the essence of her beauty.

Once, Qi Jianyi’s charm had been likened to a winter landscape — cold, sharp, and untouchable. But now, as she stood in her gown beneath the light, her expression carried a quiet softness. Happiness bloomed faintly on her face, dissolving the frost that once guarded her features. She was radiant, glowing with the calm joy of a woman about to step into a new Chapter of her life.

"That kid Chengfeng is so lucky." One of the elderly guests sighed with heartfelt regret, unable to hide his envy. His tone carried the helpless frustration of a man whose grandsons had failed to capture Qi Jianyi’s heart. Yet, no matter their wishes, the bride had already chosen Song Chengfeng as the one to walk beside her for life.

Hearing the compliments directed toward his future granddaughter-in-law, Grandpa Song straightened his back proudly and puffed out his chest, his face glowing with delight. The sight of his self-satisfied expression made Grandpa He and Grandpa Qi exchange glances before rolling their eyes in silent exasperation.

Hmph. Was this not the very same man who had once been the loudest opponent of this marriage? Now he carried himself as if the entire arrangement had been his doing all along.

Amid the quiet laughter and murmurs of admiration, the bride began to move. With Mr. Qi beside her, Qi Jianyi stepped forward and began her walk down the aisle. Her movements were gentle yet resolute, her heart pounding softly within her chest as her gaze drifted to the end of the aisle.

There, beneath the golden glow of the chandeliers, stood a man in a white tuxedo. His eyes were fixed upon her with an intensity that silenced the world around them.

As soon as their eyes met, Song Chengfeng froze completely, as though the world around him had suddenly gone still. His breath caught in his throat, his mind blank. Thankfully, he had only been instructed to stand and wait for her arrival, or else he might have made a fool of himself by simply standing there, rooted in place, unable to move at all.

But it was not his stillness that caught everyone’s attention — it was the sudden shimmer of tears gathering in his eyes. Within moments, those tears slipped down his cheeks, catching the light under the chandeliers and leaving the guests stunned. A murmur of surprise swept across the hall. Even his own family, who had never once seen him cry so openly, gasped in disbelief before hurriedly signaling someone to pass him a tissue.

Qi Jianyi arched a brow at the sight of her groom crying so easily, a faint mixture of surprise and amusement flashing across her face. It seemed that the moment their gazes met, he could no longer hold back the overwhelming emotion in his heart. Fortunately, Song Chengfeng had a rather thick skin, and he showed no trace of embarrassment for shedding tears in front of so many witnesses.

Wiping at his tears, Song Chengfeng steadied himself, took a deep breath, and stepped forward. He extended his hand toward her to receive his bride from her father.

Mr. Qi, meeting his future son-in-law’s gaze, said nothing for a moment. Then, with calm composure, he spoke.

"You have to love her with all your heart and protect her from any harm. Don’t let her suffer with you and don’t let her shed tears. If you fail to do so, I’ll come and get her back myself." His tone was gentle but carried the weight of warning. Only after saying this did he place Qi Jianyi’s delicate hand into Song Chengfeng’s waiting one.

Listening earnestly, Song Chengfeng nodded and promised with solemn sincerity that he would treat Qi Jianyi well and never cause her pain. The conviction in his eyes made Mr. Qi’s heart ease, even if only slightly.

With that, Mr. Qi turned back to his daughter and looked at her for a long, lingering moment, memorizing the way she stood there in her gown, the way happiness softened her features. Then he quietly stepped away, walking down the aisle toward his family’s table.

Reaching Mrs. Qi, he gently took her hands into his own.

"Don’t cry," he whispered, though his own voice trembled as he saw her reddened eyes.

Mrs. Qi let out a small laugh when she noticed the glimmer of tears in her husband’s eyes. "You’re crying too," she wanted to say, but she only smiled instead, saying nothing.

Qi Jianyi watched her father’s retreating back before she turned her gaze once more to her groom. Seeing the traces of tears still staining his cheeks, she smiled faintly and lifted her hand to wipe them away.

"Why are you crying?" she asked softly, her tone tinged with gentle amusement as they began walking together toward the center of the aisle.

"I’m happy." Song Chengfeng replied simply, his voice thick with emotion as he tightened his hold on her hands.

"Thank you." He said it quietly, almost reverently, as they stood facing each other beneath the gaze of everyone present.

"For what?" Qi Jianyi asked, tilting her head slightly in puzzlement. Her expression was innocent, curious. The question barely left her lips before the host’s voice rose, beginning his speech and cutting their little exchange short.

"Now, it’s time for our beautiful couple to affirm their commitment to one another." The host’s voice carried warmly through the hall, his words flowing with practiced eloquence and a touch of solemn joy.

"Mr. Song Chengfeng, do you take Qi Jianyi to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love her, to cherish her, and to stand by her side all your life?" He turned toward the groom, his tone both formal and sincere.

"I do."

Song Chengfeng replied without hesitation, his answer coming almost at the speed of light. He did not spare even a glance for the host, for his eyes were wholly fixed upon Qi Jianyi, filled with unwavering affection and quiet devotion.

A ripple of laughter spread lightly among the guests at his eagerness, while the host smiled good-naturedly before turning to the bride.

"Miss Qi Jianyi," he began with a soft smile, "do you take Song Chengfeng to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love him, to care for him, and to walk beside him in both joy and sorrow, for all the days of your life?"

Qi Jianyi did not answer right away. Instead, she smiled faintly and gazed at the man before her, her eyes glimmering like a calm reflection of her heart. Her brief silence stirred an undercurrent of tension among the guests — a wave of unease rippled through the hall, and even Song Chengfeng began to panic.

Unable to contain himself, he reached forward and lightly grasped her arms, his expression nervous, as though afraid she might change her mind at the very last moment. But before he could utter a single word, Qi Jianyi parted her lips and spoke gently.

"I do."

Her voice was soft yet clear, carrying just enough warmth to reach his heart. The sound of those two words washed over Song Chengfeng like a breeze of relief, and he felt his chest loosen as though a heavy weight had been lifted away.

The host, too, let out a small sigh of relief, smiling to himself before moving on to the next part of the ceremony.

"Before all gathered here, you have pledged your hearts to one another. You may now speak your vows and exchange the rings that will forever mark your union."

As his words faded, Qi Jinlu and Qi Jinli, the twins, approached them from the side. Both dressed neatly for the occasion, their presence carried an air of quiet confidence. In their hands were two small velvet boxes that held the rings prepared for the couple.

"Congratulations on your marriage, sister." They said together, their voices calm but affectionate as they handed the rings over.

Qi Jianyi’s expression softened as she smiled warmly at them. She reached out and lightly patted Qi Jinli’s arm before taking the ring from his hand. On the other side, Song Chengfeng nodded gratefully and patted Qi Jinlu’s shoulder, thanking him sincerely before accepting the ring.

Having completed their part, the twins stepped aside, returning to their seats with composed smiles.

The hall grew quiet again, and in that silence, all eyes turned toward the bride and groom. It was now time for them to exchange their vows and the rings that would bind their lives together.

Taking a steady breath, Song Chengfeng reached for Qi Jianyi’s left hand. His touch was gentle yet certain, as though every motion carried the weight of his feelings. As he slid the ring onto her finger, he lifted his gaze and began to speak his vows.

"From the day I laid my eyes on you, you’ve intrigued me. This love is the kind that came so sudden that it caught me off guard. This love makes me realise that life is interesting and joyful. You became my purpose, my sole reason to keep living. Qi Jianyi, I promise with my life that from today onwards, there shall never be a day that goes by with you wishing that you’ve never met me. Our love will only grow, and let’s be together until old age. I will take care of you and make you smile every day. I love you, Qi Jianyi."

When his words ended, Song Chengfeng leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss upon her ring finger, sealing his promise. His expression softened into a genuine smile, one filled with warmth and relief.

Then, as if inviting her into the same eternal exchange, he quietly extended his left hand, waiting patiently for her turn.

Qi Jianyi drew a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm the emotions rising within her. Hearing his vows, his sincerity, and his devotion—she found it impossible to hold back her tears.

This man before her was the one her heart had chosen, the one who never gave up no matter how uncertain the path once was.

She steadied her breath, suppressing her sobs as she took his hand and slid the ring onto his finger. Her voice trembled only slightly as she began her vows.

"My dear Song Chengfeng." She looked up, smiling through the glimmer of her tears.

"I stand before you today, not by chance, but by choice. From the moment our paths crossed, my heart has known no peace except in your presence. You are my home, my confidant, and my greatest comfort. There was never a day that goes by for the past seven years that I do not think of you. Every step I took, every breath I exhaled, reminded me of what I missed. Loving you is my choice—the one I made without hesitation and without regrets. Today, with hundreds of people as our witnesses, I pledge my vows and promise that I will love you, care for you, and stay by your side until the day we leave this world. I love you, Song Chengfeng."

When her voice faded, Qi Jianyi gently lifted her hand and caressed his cheek, her fingertips tracing the warmth of his skin as if imprinting her words there. The hall was silent but for the faint rustle of breath and quiet sniffles from the guests.

The host, clearly moved by the sincerity of their vows, found his own eyes glistening. Yet even through his emotion, he remembered his role and spoke with cheerful warmth, "And now, with hearts united and promises made, you may seal this moment with a kiss."

The cue had come—the long-awaited moment of their union.

Song Chengfeng gazed at Qi Jianyi with tender, unwavering eyes. His hands rose to her neck, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin before pulling her closer. Without hesitation, he closed his eyes and captured her lips in a soft, fervent kiss.

Qi Jianyi’s hands rested upon her husband’s shoulders as she closed her eyes, returning the kiss with equal warmth. In that brief yet eternal moment, they sealed their promises—not merely with words, but with the quiet certainty of two souls who had finally found home in each other.

Tears of happiness fell from their eyes as they slowly parted from their kiss. Within that tender moment, both could feel the comfort that came from being whole again. They were together now, bound not by obligation, but by love itself.

Memories began to drift through their minds like quiet waves—their first meeting, the longing, the pain, and all the years they had endured apart. Yet neither spoke of it. The pain belonged to the past. They were together now, and that was all that mattered.

Their love had once been an unfortunate one, a love both forbidden and unknown. Qi Jianyi had tried to distance herself, pushing him away despite the ache in her heart. But Song Chengfeng, steadfast and unyielding, was willing to dive deeper into his feelings, knowing full well how much it would wound him.

Instead of forcing her to choose him, he remained by her side. He supported her through every storm because he believed that loving her meant giving her strength, not taking it away.

Qi Jianyi had chosen her life, her family, and he understood. He knew that stopping her would have meant breaking her spirit, trapping her in silent misery. So he did the only thing he could—he let her go.

He was hurt.

But he did not complain, nor did he regret his actions.

And she left.

Leaving him behind, believing their story had ended and that they would never meet again.

But fate, in its quiet mischief, had other plans. It led them to meet once more—not by coincidence, but by a choice that both their hearts were finally ready to make.

Song Chengfeng, once left behind, was finally chosen. And Qi Jianyi, who had once turned away, had finally understood what her heart truly desired.

She may have come into this world because of Miss Qi. Or perhaps she was always meant to exist in this world—to meet him, to love him, to choose him in the end.

Maybe they had always been destined to find each other, again and again, across time and worlds. But who can say for certain? Only God knows.

The music swelled softly around them as the guests applauded, yet all Qi Jianyi could see was the man before her, and all Song Chengfeng could feel was the hand that fit perfectly in his.

The world outside might still change, but at that moment, nothing else mattered. They had found each other again, and this time, they would not let go.

Together, they walked down the aisle, side by side, into a new Chapter of their lives.

One written not by fate, but by their own hearts.

And the young miss who once refused to love has finally met the one destined for her.

The End.