Chapter 111: Among 80,000 Words, Love Words Hurt the Most

The woman's name was Leng Qingyue, the daughter of the head of the Leng family, a powerful hidden aristocratic family.

She had no interest in business and never had to worry about food or shelter, so she entered the entertainment industry as a singer.

A true literary soul, she favored traditional Chinese attire, enjoyed reading poetry, and specialized in singing ancient-style songs. Her refined, artistic aura made her immensely popular from the moment she debuted.

With the protection of her influential family, she flourished in the entertainment industry, untouchable and revered.

In the original storyline, she was meant to be the heroine of the entertainment industry arc.

The male lead of this arc was a transmigrator who brought with him the vast literary wealth of another world. By plagiarizing those works, he rose to global fame, naturally capturing the admiration of the refined and cultured Leng Qingyue, and the two eventually became a couple.

However, everything changed the moment she met Lin Beifan.

Their first encounter took place at a prestigious youth poetry conference.

The male lead, eager to impress Leng Qingyue, planned to compose a poem on the spot and outshine everyone present—including Lin Beifan.

But Lin Beifan couldn't stand it.

If the male lead had genuine talent, that would be one thing. But using knowledge from a past life to humiliate others? That was unacceptable.

So Lin Beifan fought back.

The male lead was utterly crushed.

In the process, Lin Beifan not only trounced his opponent but also captured Leng Qingyue's interest.

From that moment on, their paths kept crossing.

Whenever the male lead attempted to showcase his "talent," he was repeatedly overshadowed by Lin Beifan. The once-proud genius found himself forever living under Lin Beifan's shadow.

Eventually, Lin Beifan even signed him as an artist under his name, exploiting him for profit until every last bit of his talent was squeezed dry.

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Now, Lin Beifan mused, "Leng Qingyue has already appeared, so where's the protagonist?"

"In my previous life, by this time, he had already made a name for himself as a top-tier live-streamer and was the talk of the town. But now… not a single sign of him? Did he just disappear?"

Lin Beifan chuckled.

Just then, a light punch landed on his chest.

Startled, he looked up. "What was that for?"

Chu Ruoxue shot him a suspicious glance. "You were laughing like a scheming villain just now. What are you plotting? I'm warning you—Leng Qingyue is my guest, so don't cause any trouble!"

Lin Beifan rolled his eyes. "Relax. I won't do anything."

Chu Ruoxue let out a sigh of relief. "Good."

Lin Beifan put on a righteous expression. "I will only act with integrity!"

Chu Ruoxue: "…"

She scrutinized him from head to toe, then suddenly burst into laughter.

Lin Beifan frowned. "What's so funny?"

"I'm laughing at your lack of self-awareness! Aside from being rich and good-looking, what else do you have? A talented woman like Leng Qingyue would never be interested in a playboy like you!"

Lin Beifan smirked. "I wouldn't be so sure. My soul is brimming with artistic sensibilities—I've just never had the chance to display them! If I do… every woman will fall for me!"

"I don't believe you!" Chu Ruoxue's eyes gleamed mischievously. "How about a bet?"

Lin Beifan raised an eyebrow. "What kind of bet?"

Chu Ruoxue grinned. "Go ask her for her WeChat. If you succeed, I'll grant you one reasonable request. If you fail, you'll owe me one. Deal?"

Lin Beifan chuckled. This woman was always looking for ways to siphon money from him.

In his previous life, she often played these little games, hoping to solve her company's financial troubles at his expense.

But each time… she ended up losing to him.

"Alright, I accept." Lin Beifan agreed readily.

Not just for the bet—but also to establish contact with Leng Qingyue and possibly lure out the protagonist.

At that moment, Leng Qingyue finished her performance.

After a graceful bow, she accepted Chu Ruoxue's invitation and took a seat beside Lin Beifan.

Chu Ruoxue shot him a knowing glance.

I've set the stage. Now, show me what you've got.

Lin Beifan responded with an "OK" gesture, signaling that he had it under control.

The venue remained lively, but Leng Qingyue, unbothered by the noise, retrieved a book from her assistant and immersed herself in it.

Her presence was serene, poetic—like a painting come to life.

Lin Beifan glanced at the book and immediately recognized it.

A heart-wrenching romance novel.

A tale of two lovers deeply in love yet destined to be apart.

She was reading the final pages.

As she turned the last page, emotions flickered across her delicate features. Moved, she pulled out a pen and wrote four words on the book's blank space:

"Deep love, shallow fate."

However, her brows furrowed slightly, as if dissatisfied with her wording.

Lin Beifan smiled faintly.

He picked up a piece of paper, scribbled something down, and passed it to her.

Leng Qingyue blinked in surprise.

Why was this stranger suddenly handing her a note?

Curious, she opened it.

"Love has always been deep, but fate has always been shallow."

Her heart trembled.

These words… perfectly captured the essence she had been searching for!

They carried the same meaning as her own phrase, yet they felt deeper, more profound.

Exquisite.

It was exactly what she wanted to express!

With a delighted smile, she carefully added his words beneath her own.

Then, she picked up the note and scribbled a reply:

"Thank you! Do you like this book too?"

Lin Beifan quickly jotted down three words and handed it back:

"I don't like it."

Leng Qingyue frowned slightly and wrote:

"Why? If you don't like it, why summarize it so well?"

Lin Beifan responded with a single line:

"Because among 80,000 words in the world, love words hurt the most."

Leng Qingyue's breath caught.

What an incredible phrase!

Love words wound the heart, which is why his summary was so deep.

And because love words wound the heart, he didn't like them.

She looked at Lin Beifan's handsome profile, curiosity flickering in her gaze.

This man… was he someone with a story?

After a moment of contemplation, she wrote again:

"If love words hurt the most, then how can one avoid them?"

Lin Beifan took the paper and wrote his response.

This time, he took longer to compose his answer.

When Leng Qingyue finally received it and unfolded the paper—

Her heart trembled once more.

Because written there…