CHAPTER 152: ARE YOU SONG CHENGFENG?

"Song Chengfeng, come out with me!" Mr. Qi’s voice was thick with irritation, his words sharp and unmistakable. They immediately seized Miss Qi’s attention, though, oddly enough, it wasn’t the tone or authority of her father’s voice that had caught her off guard.

No, what truly drew her focus was the name he had spoken—Song Chengfeng.

Song Chengfeng? Miss Qi repeated the name quietly in her mind, feeling a strange weight in the sound of it.

Curiosity bubbled inside her as she turned her head toward her father, her gaze following his stern look across the room. There, sitting at the far corner, was a man who immediately stood out.

He was disheveled, his appearance a stark contrast to the memory that had been implanted in her mind upon waking earlier that day.

In fact, it wasn’t just the appearance of this man that caught her off guard—it was the entire context of what had been thrust upon her, the memories of Qi Jianyi.

These memories weren’t as clear and vivid as she would have preferred, but they were enough to paint a rough picture of the past interactions between Qi Jianyi and this man named Song Chengfeng.

What surprised Miss Qi more than anything was the sheer persistence of Song Chengfeng. Despite the obvious fate between Qi Jianyi and himself, the man had never once wavered in his devotion. How he never gives up showing his love towards Qi Jianyi. It was clear that the love between them was meant to fall apart.

Yet, Song Chengfeng insists on having it. Even for a day, even for a minute, he wants to be called hers. He wants to belong to Qi Jianyi.

And that was something that Miss Qi believed she could never get nor did she ever want. She was someone who lacked love. But, rather than seeking love in a man, Miss Qi longed more for parental love.

But, much like the doomed love between Qi Jianyi and Song Chengfeng, Miss Qi’s own expectations regarding Qi Jianyi’s family were also destined to crumble.

Her hopes for a warm and nurturing bond with Qi Jianyi’s family, the kind of affection she had always dreamed of, were doomed to be as unattainable as the love Song Chengfeng clung to.

It was a cruel reality, one that she had come to understand all too well.

At first, Miss Qi had been merely curious about the man who played such a significant role in Qi Jianyi’s memories. But as the moment dragged on, a lingering thought resurfaced—one that came from the last request Qi Jianyi had made before disappearing.

"Tell him that I’m fine and... I will never forget him."

Miss Qi recalled the words, and though they seemed harmless enough, something stirred inside her. It was a request that felt almost too simple for the weight it carried. She had promised, after all, and now, faced with the man in question, the words seemed to push themselves to the forefront of her mind.

Her mouth opened almost instinctively as she saw Song Chengfeng about to follow Mr. Qi out of the room, preparing to leave.

"Are you Song Chengfeng?"

Her voice was calm but carried a hint of something unfamiliar—perhaps uncertainty or a quiet resolve. She asked the question as though it were a simple request for confirmation.

However, Miss Qi knew well that her sudden inquiry would raise questions. After all, how could someone forget a person they had loved so dearly just a week ago? And yet, she didn’t care. The look of confusion that might spread across the room meant little to her.

In truth, Miss Qi had long since given up on her family’s expectations. She had grown indifferent to their reactions. The question seemed simple on the surface, but its implications were far more complex, especially coming from someone like Miss Qi.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned toward her. Puzzled expressions crossed the faces of those present. The doctor had never mentioned anything about amnesia, so why would she ask such a question? If it wasn’t due to memory loss, then what was the reason behind her words?

While the others were lost in their thoughts, only one person truly understood the weight of her question. Song Chengfeng, who had remained still up until that point, now comprehended the silent message behind her words.

The simple question confirmed his deepest fear: Qi Jianyi had truly left.

The truth hit him like a stone to the chest, though this time he didn’t allow the sorrow to overwhelm him as it had before. He had been through this pain already, and it had hardened him in some ways.

Song Chengfeng remained composed, his expression cold and distant. He nodded at Miss Qi, his voice low and devoid of emotion as he replied,

"Yes, I am Song Chengfeng."

His gaze met Miss Qi’s, his eyes sharp, searching for something he couldn’t quite define. They lingered on her for a long moment, seeking a trace, a familiar reflection—something of Qi Jianyi.

But it wasn’t there. The woman who stood before him was not the same. Miss Qi didn’t flinch at his piercing stare. She didn’t shy away from the intensity of his gaze.

She understood—he was mourning.

Though she had grown indifferent to her family, a quiet sense of sympathy stirred within her for Song Chengfeng.

"Alas, let him find traces of Qi Jianyi, only to give up later," she muttered under her breath, almost to herself. The words, heavy with sadness, slipped from her lips.

"I am fine, and I will never forget you," she repeated, louder this time, ensuring that her voice reached him.

Song Chengfeng’s eyebrows furrowed at the sudden words, a flash of confusion crossing his face. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the meaning behind her statement.

"What...?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was seeking clarification or struggling to grasp the enormity of what had been said.

"That’s what she asked me to tell you," Miss Qi replied, her tone flat, offering no further explanation.

She didn’t need to say more—she knew he would understand, and he did.

Without hesitation, Song Chengfeng stepped closer to her bed. His expression was a mixture of surprise and disbelief, as though he hadn’t anticipated hearing those words from anyone other than the woman he had loved.

Questions flooded his mind, but he remained silent, unable to voice them. It seemed like too much, too painful to confront directly.

"She’ll be fine," Miss Qi continued, his voice softer now, tinged with a quiet conviction. "I knew her enough to affirm you that. So, move on and don’t let your life fade away." It was a final piece of advice from her to Song Chengfeng.

She couldn’t say anything more than that. There were no other words she could offer, no further reassurance or hope to provide. She couldn’t tell him that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance they could meet again. It felt cruel to entertain that thought.

Miss Qi understood that, despite her own wishes, the reality was far different.

Although she believed, in some distant corner of her heart, that she and Qi Jianyi could once again swap lives—if both of them truly desired it—she knew all too well how improbable that would be. The chances of such a thing happening were slim, almost nonexistent.

Because Qi Jianyi had made a choice, a decision that was unwavering. She was determined to live her life, regardless of any other attachments. She had already chosen her path, one that would not involve returning to Miss Qi’s world.

How could she, after all, entertain the possibility of swapping lives once again? No matter how much Qi Jianyi loves Song Chengfeng, he still couldn’t compete with her family.

After all, for Qi Jianyi, her family was the only thing worth fighting for. And for Miss Qi, Qi Jianyi’s family was something she longed for. That was the reason why one was desperate to return to her world while the other was determined to stay.

Song Chengfeng understood her words immediately. For a moment, he stood frozen, as if caught between disbelief and reluctant acceptance.

Then, after a brief pause, he gave a solemn nod.

"Thank you." His voice was quiet but sincere, carrying the weight of gratitude and resignation. His once-tense expression finally eased, though a trace of something unspoken lingered in his eyes.

Miss Qi had confirmed Qi Jianyi’s whereabouts and assured him of her safety. That was all he needed to hear. There was no longer a reason for him to stay.

The Qi family had finally got their ’Qi Jianyi.’ But, Song Chengfeng had lost his.

Turning away from Miss Qi, he faced the rest of the Qi family. With measured composure, he bid them farewell, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling beneath the surface.

Then, without another word, he stepped out, each step carrying him further from what he had once held dear.

He Zeqing watched the exchange in silence, his gaze lingering on Song Chengfeng’s retreating figure. Something in his chest tightened. It was a quiet yet undeniable realization—this moment was final.

For some reason, he knew. The bond between Song Chengfeng and his cousin would never be the same again.

It was a farewell. Peaceful, yet for some reason heartwrenching.

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