The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 95: Enough wealth to take care of her

The atmosphere in the ward grew heavy as Song Chengfeng sank into his thoughts, processing everything Qi Jianyi had shared. She sat quietly, giving him the time he needed.

She understood that even though he had resolved to help her return to her real world, accepting the reality of her departure was a bitter pill to swallow. While he might not try to stop her, that didn’t mean he was ready to let her go.

The room fell into a strange but not unpleasant silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts. The stillness was broken suddenly by an abrupt knock at the door.

Qi Jianyi tilted her head slightly, shifting to peer around Song Chengfeng’s broad frame, which instinctively blocked her view of the doorway.

The door creaked open without waiting for permission, though Qi Jianyi had no intention of granting it anyway.

While she quietly wondered who had come to visit, Song Chengfeng glared sharply in the direction of the disturbance.

Whoever dared to interrupt their moment had clearly crossed a line in his eyes.

"Cousin?" Qi Jianyi’s voice broke the tension as she recognized the figure entering the room.

He Zeqing stepped in, carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers. Behind him trailed his younger brother, He Zejin, who held a basket of fruits.

"Oh, little cousin, you’re here too?" she exclaimed, genuinely surprised. It had been a while since she had seen He Zejin.

He Zejin offered a resigned smile, placing the basket of fruits on the bedside table.

"Sister Jianyi, you really don’t have to call me little cousin anymore. I’m not little anymore..." he mumbled, clearly embarrassed by the nickname.

Qi Jianyi chuckled softly at He Zejin’s reaction, her spirits lifting slightly from the heaviness of the earlier conversation.

Meanwhile, Song Chengfeng’s mood darkened further as he watched the two newcomers. His irritation was palpable, and his thoughts churned angrily.

Couldn’t these scoundrels have chosen another time to show up?

"What brings you two here?" Qi Jianyi asked, deliberately ignoring He Zejin’s quiet protest about his nickname. It was clear she had no plans to stop calling him "little cousin" anytime soon.

He Zeqing shot a sharp glance toward Song Chengfeng before turning his full attention to Qi Jianyi. His expression shifted to one of concern as he noticed her reddened eyes and pale complexion.

"What’s wrong with your eyes? Why are they red? Did this bastard hurt you?" he demanded, his protective tone cutting through the room as he glared accusingly at Song Chengfeng.

Song Chengfeng raised a brow at the accusation but said nothing, his dark gaze meeting He Zeqing’s with equal intensity.

He Zeqing’s distrust of him was no secret. He couldn’t understand why his uncle had allowed this man—someone he deemed entirely unworthy—to be anywhere near her, much less take care of her alone. He had thought they were on the same page about keeping Song Chengfeng at arm’s length.

But then He Zeqing received a call from his aunt saying that they had entrusted Qi Jianyi’s care to Song Chengfeng. The news had left him utterly baffled—and more than a little frustrated.

Without hesitation, He Zeqing had dropped everything, placing his work on hold and postponing all his meetings. On his way to the hospital, he picked up He Zejin, figured that this younger brother might as well accompany him.

Now standing in the ward, He Zeqing’s protective instincts flared even higher. His sharp eyes bore into Song Chengfeng, silently demanding an explanation for Qi Jianyi’s condition.

"What could he possibly do to hurt me? Can you stop jumping to conclusions?" Qi Jianyi said with a laugh, shaking her head.

He Zeqing’s face remained stern, his guarded expression as intense as ever, as though Song Chengfeng were a mortal enemy instead of a friend.

His constant vigilance whenever the two of them were in the same room never ceased to amuse her.

Part of Qi Jianyi, however, couldn’t help but feel a flicker of warmth at his protectiveness. It was almost endearing, like an overzealous older brother determined to shield her from the slightest hint of trouble.

No matter how much he nagged her about staying away from Song Chengfeng—his warnings often bordering on obsessive—she always responded with a smile. She listened just enough to humor him, but his advice went in one ear and out the other.

Deep down, Qi Jianyi knew He Zeqing wasn’t as opposed to Song Chengfeng’s presence as he pretended to be. If he were truly serious about keeping them apart, he wouldn’t have invited her to visit a filming set and then, somehow, conveniently "leaked" their plans to his friend.

That incident had been a revelation. It made Qi Jianyi realize something fundamental about He Zeqing: he was a man who said one thing but often meant another.

His actions and words rarely aligned, leaving her to decipher his true intentions—a task that was, frankly, more entertaining than annoying.

"Who knows? You can never trust men," He Zeqing insisted, settling into the chair beside her bed with an air of authority.

"How are you?" he asked, signaling to his younger brother with a subtle nudge to stop standing around and start being useful.

Catching the cue, He Zejin hurriedly pulled a few apples from the basket, heading to the nearby sink to rinse them before peeling.

As he worked, Qi Jianyi’s gaze landed on the familiar fruit, and she sighed dramatically.

Another apple? Really? She couldn’t understand why everyone who visited her felt compelled to bring apples.

Was it some unspoken rule of hospital etiquette?

The mere sight of the bright red fruit was starting to make her stomach turn.

But since it was He Zejin who had gone to the effort, Qi Jianyi swallowed her grievances and resigned herself to taking a bite later, albeit reluctantly.

"I’m fine," she replied to He Zeqing, shooting him a mildly exasperated glance. "Didn’t you just come to see me yesterday? Why are you asking me the same thing?"

He Zeqing shrugged casually, though his words were anything but. "Just asking. Who knows if someone’s clingy attitude might ruin your health?"

His pointed remark was clearly directed at Song Chengfeng, who sat comfortably on the bed facing Qi Jianyi who was also sitting on the same bed, was unfazed by He Zeqing’s tone.

The setup—a mere table separating the two—irked He Zeqing. To him, the sight screamed danger, as though his cousin, who had only recently warmed up to him, was on the verge of being stolen away.

Song Chengfeng, for his part, didn’t even bother glancing in He Zeqing’s direction. Why should he waste time on a guy who, despite being good at playing the protective cousin, couldn’t seem to sort out his own love life?

"You really hate him, don’t you?" Qi Jianyi teased, watching the subtle yet obvious standoff between the two men.

She had no plans to intervene. If she did, they’d only rope her into their petty war and force her to choose sides. Better to stay neutral and let them duke it out.

"Well, when someone I considered a brother starts making moves on my sister, who wouldn’t hate him?" He Zeqing grumbled, shooting a glare at Song Chengfeng.

Song Chengfeng snorted, his expression dismissive. "First of all, who’s your brother? And second, you don’t even have a sister." His blunt tone cut through any pretense of camaraderie between them.

He Zeqing’s eyes widened, stunned by Song Chengfeng’s brutal honesty. "Traitor," he muttered childishly, his words laced with mock offense.

Qi Jianyi stifled a laugh, the corners of her lips twitching. These two were ridiculous.

"Why are you laughing?" He Zeqing’s sharp voice broke through the room as he turned his gaze toward Qi Jianyi, catching the soft sound of her giggles. His brows furrowed in curiosity and suspicion.

Shaking her head slightly, Qi Jianyi’s lips curled into a cheerful smile. "Nothing," she said in a light, airy tone, "I just remembered something funny." The warmth in her voice contrasted with the tension hanging in the air.

He Zeqing narrowed his eyes at her, his expression filled with skepticism, but after a moment, he let it go without pressing further.

Instead, he turned back toward Song Chengfeng with a scowl, the disdain on his face unmistakable. To him, Song Chengfeng was nothing less than a traitor.

"You really have nothing better to do, do you?" He Zeqing asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with an air of authority. His piercing gaze didn’t leave Song Chengfeng for even a second. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Song Chengfeng shrugged casually, his movements exuding an effortless kind of confidence.

"What’s there to do?" he replied in an indifferent tone, as if the question itself was hardly worth answering.

"You want my cousin, yet you don’t even have a job," He Zeqing shot back, his dissatisfaction clear in every word. His sharp tone carried the weight of his disapproval.

How can someone who does nothing dare to covet Qi Jianyi? The only daughter of President Qi deserves better, he thought to himself.

"I have enough wealth to take care of her for the rest of her life. You don’t have to concern yourself with me," Song Chengfeng snapped back, his words sharp and dismissive.

"Maybe you should worry more about your growing fortune with no one to spend it on," he added, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

He Zeqing’s jaw clenched at the retort, while Song Chengfeng furrowed his brows. He really couldn’t enjoy the rare luxury of his unemployment without someone reminding him—yet again—that he was, in fact, unemployed.

Not even a single day passed without someone finding a way to point it out, as if it were a crime to revel in a little leisure.

Qi Jianyi, observing their banter with amusement, suddenly interjected, her voice calm but laced with curiosity.

"Is it your money, or is it your family’s?" she asked, the question hanging in the air. Her expression remained neutral, but the flicker of interest in her eyes betrayed her thoughts.

"Both," Song Chengfeng answered smoothly, the corners of his lips curling into a confident smile.

"I’ve built my own wealth, and when the time comes, my family’s money will naturally fall into my hands. So, you don’t need to worry about your life if you’re with me."

Qi Jianyi rolled her eyes in exasperation, her lips twitching as if holding back a retort. She wasn’t asking out of genuine concern for her future livelihood, and certainly not to assess her potential life with him.

It was mere curiosity—nothing more, nothing less. Still, his self-assured response left her with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

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