Chapter 114: Using My Poems to Flirt with My Woman?

Leng Qingyue couldn't help but want to know more about him.

Leng Qingyue: What are you doing right now?

Lin Beifan: Admiring beauty.

Leng Qingyue: What kind of beauty?

Lin Beifan: The flowers by the river at sunrise glow redder than fire, while the river itself mirrors the spring sky, as green as jade.

On the other end of the phone, Leng Qingyue was stunned.

What a beautiful poem!

A vivid image formed in her mind—the golden sunrise casting its light on the riverside, making the flowers appear redder than flames. The river, reflecting the fresh hues of spring, shone in a breathtaking greenish-blue.

Her literary heart fluttered. She imagined herself walking hand in hand with her lover by such a picturesque river, basking in its poetic charm.

Leng Qingyue: That sounds amazing! I want to see it for myself. Where is this place?

Lin Beifan: Very close.

Leng Qingyue: Where exactly?

Lin Beifan: Just open the stock market app on your phone. Look at all that red and green—beautiful, isn't it?

Leng Qingyue: …

Her good mood vanished instantly.

Leng Qingyue: I'm angry! (Angry emoji x3)

Leng Qingyue: And I won't be coaxed! (Angry emoji x3)

Lin Beifan: (Helpless smile emoji) This is my daily job!

Lin Beifan: Honestly, I feel miserable. I have to stare at these numbers every day. If I don't create a bit of romance for myself, I might go crazy!

Leng Qingyue: Then what exactly do you do? (Curious emoji)

Lin Beifan: Looking at the lush green fields, standing tall with a fiery spirit. Though humble, they remain unyielding, resisting every swing of the scythe!

Once again, Leng Qingyue was caught off guard by his poetic talent.

In her mind, she envisioned a field of vibrant green crops, standing proudly despite the wind and rain. Though frail in appearance, they exuded resilience, unfazed by the sickles that tried to cut them down.

His words painted a vivid picture of perseverance and strength.

A man who speaks in poetry… how incredible!

But then she realized—his response had nothing to do with her question.

Leng Qingyue: I asked what your job is like. Why did you send me a poem?

Lin Beifan: Didn't you get it?

Leng Qingyue: ???

Lin Beifan: I cut 'leeks' in the stock market!

Leng Qingyue: …

On the other side of the phone, Leng Qingyue burst into laughter.

She never expected someone to describe stock trading in such a poetic and refined way.

Looking at the market? He writes a poem.

Trading stocks? Another poem.

The image of a cultured gentleman sitting in front of his trading screen, composing verses while executing trades, was both hilarious and impressive.

She found that Lin Beifan was not just talented—he had a sharp wit and a wonderful sense of humor.

Their conversation was effortlessly engaging, and she found herself wanting to chat with him even more.

At that moment, her assistant walked in.

"Miss Leng, we've arrived at Jiangbei Plaza. The event is about to begin. Would you like to make any preparations?"

Without even looking up, Leng Qingyue said, "Not now. Cancel it."

Her assistant was stunned. "But we signed a contract! If we cancel, we'll have to pay a penalty!"

Leng Qingyue said indifferently, "Then pay it."

"Yes, Miss Leng..." The assistant sighed. Only someone as privileged as her could be this reckless.

With that settled, Leng Qingyue continued chatting with Lin Beifan.

Suddenly, a friend request popped up on WeChat.

She almost ignored it until she saw the accompanying message—a poem she was very familiar with:

"It would have been best if we had never met, so we would not have fallen in love."

"The second-best would have been never knowing each other, so we would not long for one another."

Leng Qingyue's eyes widened.

Isn't this the poem Lin Beifan wrote for me?

She had checked online before—this poem didn't exist anywhere. It was completely original.

But now, someone else was using it to send her a message?

Something was off.

She immediately asked Lin Beifan.

Leng Qingyue: The poem "Better Not to Have Met"—did you write it?

Lin Beifan: Yes, it's my original work. Why do you ask?

Lin Beifan: Did you see it somewhere else?

Leng Qingyue: Yes! For over a month, someone has been trying to add me on WeChat. He's very talented—every request he sends includes a different poem, all of them beautifully written!

On the other end, Lin Beifan smirked.

The fifth protagonist has finally appeared.

Using my poems to flirt with my woman?

How bold.

Leng Qingyue: But I don't know who he is, so I never accepted his request.

Being both a top celebrity and a prominent figure in the Leng family, she was highly cautious about whom she associated with.

Even though she admired talented individuals, she wasn't foolish enough to be swayed by a few well-crafted verses.

After all, just because someone could send poetry didn't mean they were truly gifted.

But now, the stranger had sent Lin Beifan's poem.

Leng Qingyue: Just now, he tried to add me again, using "Better Not to Have Met."

Lin Beifan: I wrote that poem myself. But a while ago, I lost some of my handwritten drafts. Maybe someone picked them up and is using them.

Leng Qingyue was stunned.

If all those poems were written by Lin Beifan…

Then his talent is even more terrifying than I thought!

Leng Qingyue: Really? I find it hard to believe.

Lin Beifan: You can test me.

Leng Qingyue: Fine! Fill in the next line—

"Once I have seen the great ocean, no other waters can compare."

Lin Beifan: "Apart from Mount Wu's clouds, no others seem as grand."

Leng Qingyue: "Tears shimmer like pearls under the moonlit sea."

Lin Beifan: "Like jade warmed by the sun, veiled in mist."

Leng Qingyue: "The drifting flowers and flowing water—one heart, two sorrows."

Lin Beifan: "No way to dispel these feelings—only by raising a glass, yet my heart still aches."

Leng Qingyue: "I don't know why…"

Lin Beifan: "…but the longing runs deep."

No matter which line she gave, Lin Beifan answered flawlessly, as if reciting from his own heart.

Now, she was completely convinced.

He truly wrote them!

Her admiration for his talent deepened, but at the same time, she grew irritated at the other person.

She despised deception. Even more than that, she loathed theft.

Someone had stolen Lin Beifan's poetry to flirt with her?

How shameless!

Unforgivable!