Chapter 112: Chu Ruoxue – I'm Stabbing a Scumbag!

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First and foremost, it's best never to meet—then we won't fall in love.

The second best is never knowing each other—then we won't yearn for one another.

Third, it's best never to accompany each other—then we won't be indebted to each other.

Fourth, it's best never to cherish each other—then we won't hold on to memories.

Fifth, it's best never to love—then we won't have to endure heartbreak.

Sixth, it's best never to be together—then we won't have to part.

Seventh, it's best never to have misunderstandings—then we won't suffer from regret.

Eighth, it's best never to make promises—then we won't have to keep them.

Ninth, it's best never to hope—then we won't be disappointed.

Tenth, it's best never to meet again—then we won't have to say goodbye.

But if we have already met and come to know each other, how could we possibly pretend we never did?

"Ask what love is in this world—it is a vow that binds life and death together!"

This poem was breathtaking!

It was profound!

Not only did it perfectly answer her question, but it also vividly captured the pain of two lovers struggling against fate.

Leng Qingyue had read countless books and love poems, yet none had ever moved her as much as this one.

Even as a self-proclaimed literary woman, she was utterly captivated.

She clutched the paper tightly, reading it over and over, murmuring the words as if she wanted to etch them into her heart.

After a long while, she carefully folded the paper, placed it into her bag, and took out a fresh sheet.

She wrote a few words and passed it back.

Lin Beifan unfolded it and saw:

"Paper is inconvenient. Let's chat on WeChat!"

He turned to look at her. Leng Qingyue had already taken out her phone, anticipation shining in her beautiful eyes.

With a small smile, Lin Beifan also retrieved his phone.

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Throughout this entire exchange, Chu Ruoxue had been watching from the side, sneaking glances at them.

She had initially scoffed at Lin Beifan's attempts to woo Leng Qingyue.

"What kind of man hasn't she seen? What kind of tactics hasn't she encountered?"

But the next moment, she was left completely dumbfounded.

Leng Qingyue didn't just read Lin Beifan's note—she responded.

Again and again, they passed notes like mischievous schoolchildren.

And within a matter of minutes, she even offered her WeChat first!

"What the hell?! And she was the one who took the initiative?"

Chu Ruoxue was genuinely stunned.

"What kind of trick did this playboy use to get Leng Qingyue to willingly add him?"

Her curiosity got the better of her, and she quickly took out her phone.

Chu Ruoxue: What were you two talking about? How did you make Leng Qingyue add you on WeChat?

Lin Beifan: We were discussing the most heart-wrenching words in the world.

Chu Ruoxue: What words?

Lin Beifan: Love words.

Chu Ruoxue: Huh?

Lin Beifan: But before I tell you, answer me first—did I win the bet?

Chu Ruoxue's face darkened.

She had been hoping he'd forget about their little wager, but he had brought it up himself.

Chu Ruoxue: Fine, fine, you win! Now spill!

Lin Beifan: "Ask what love is in this world—it is a vow that binds life and death together!"

Chu Ruoxue: ???

Chu Ruoxue: I asked for a love story, not some poetic nonsense!

Lin Beifan: Isn't it beautiful?

Chu Ruoxue: Beautiful, sure! But come on, what era are we in? Who still believes in dying for love? Wouldn't it be better to just make money or binge-watch dramas?

Lin Beifan: I can't talk about love with an emotionless rock like you.

Chu Ruoxue: …

Lin Beifan: Goodbye!

Chu Ruoxue: …

Lin Beifan completely ignored her after that and continued chatting with Leng Qingyue.

Chu Ruoxue, watching them, gritted her teeth in frustration.

She was so irritated that she pulled out a small doll from her bag, took out a pen, scribbled "Lin Beifan" on it, and then started furiously stabbing it.

Her actions were so intense that they caught Lin Beifan's attention.

He frowned. "What are you doing?"

Chu Ruoxue glared at him viciously. "I'm stabbing a scumbag!"

Lin Beifan: …

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Meanwhile, in the WeChat conversation between Lin Beifan and Leng Qingyue:

Lin Beifan: Actually, I think passing notes was better.

Leng Qingyue: Oh? Why?

Lin Beifan: Because… paper is short, but love is long.

There was a long pause.

Leng Qingyue's heart skipped a beat.

This line was simply too moving.

As a literary woman, she had always been weak against beautiful words.

She secretly regretted it—if she had known he would say something like this, she wouldn't have added him on WeChat.

It felt different from chatting through notes.

Leng Qingyue: You make a good point.

Leng Qingyue: In the past, lovers conveyed their emotions through letters. A small piece of paper, a few simple words, yet it carried so many emotions.

Leng Qingyue: But now, with technology moving so fast, relationships feel so fleeting. People break up or divorce so easily. It's heartbreaking.

Lin Beifan: Yes, it's not like it used to be.

Lin Beifan: Back then, time moved slower. The sun was slower, horses and carriages were slower, letters took longer to arrive… but because of that, love lasted longer. A lifetime of love was only for one person.

Leng Qingyue felt her heart tremble.

She read the message over and over.

"Time was slower…

The sun was slower…

Horses and carriages were slower…

And love was only for one person."

Such simple words, yet they captured the essence of timeless love so profoundly.

Back then, people loved deeply, loved forever, and loved until death.

Because their love belonged to just one person in their lifetime.

She couldn't help but steal a glance at Lin Beifan.

This man—so poetic, so talented.

And his understanding of love ran so deep… Had he been hurt before?

But considering his age, that didn't seem likely.

Just then, Lin Beifan sent another message.

Lin Beifan: Actually, using WeChat isn't bad either.

Leng Qingyue: Why?

Lin Beifan: Because… a thousand-mile fate is tied by a single thread.

Leng Qingyue felt her heart skip yet again.

Watching the two of them chat so enthusiastically, Chu Ruoxue, sitting beside them, felt utterly depressed.

She gripped her doll and stabbed at it even harder.

Lin Beifan raised an eyebrow. "Still at it?"

Chu Ruoxue snapped, "I'm stabbing a scumbag!"

Lin Beifan: …