Chapter 115: The Fifth Protagonist Appears!

Leng Qingyue: "This guy is a literary thief! A complete fraud! He actually stole your poetry to deceive people. Shameless! If I ever find out who he is, I'll make sure he learns a proper lesson!" (Angry.jpg)

Lin Beifan chuckled. "You're absolutely right!"

The man was indeed a thief—stealing his work to impress others, even daring to deceive him!

Lin Beifan: "There are all sorts of people in this world. It's not worth getting angry over someone like this."

Leng Qingyue: "But I am angry!" (Angry.jpg x3)

Lin Beifan: "Can you send me his WeChat ID?"

Leng Qingyue: "Why? What do you plan to do?"

Lin Beifan: "I just want to tell him not to use my poetry carelessly."

Leng Qingyue: "That's all?"

Lin Beifan: "Mhm!"

Leng Qingyue: "If you ask me, he deserves to be locked up so he can reflect on his actions!"

Lin Beifan: "Isn't that a bit extreme?" (Sweat.jpg)

Leng Qingyue: "Not at all! Otherwise, people like him will never learn their lesson!"

Soon after, Leng Qingyue sent over the man's WeChat ID.

Lin Beifan took out a second phone, inserted a new SIM card, and registered a fresh WeChat account under the name "Qingyue."

Then, he sent a message:

Qingyue: "Did you write the poem 'Better Not to See You'?"

He searched for the user and sent a friend request, which was quickly accepted.

Mo Bai: "Who are you…?"

Qingyue: "I'm the person you added before! Sorry, I was so busy that I didn't notice your messages until now. Your poetry is beautiful! I really like it!"

Mo Bai: "Thank you! But… why are you using a different account?"

Qingyue: "That account is public. This one is private."

Mo Bai: "I see!"

Qingyue: "By the way, we don't know each other, right? Why did you keep trying to add me?"

Mo Bai: "Call it fate! I was bored and wanted someone to chat with, so I randomly picked an account. Lucky for me, I chose you!"

Qingyue: "Oh! I guess we really were destined to meet!"

Mo Bai: "Yes, fate indeed!"

Qingyue: "Did you really write those poems? They're so beautiful, I couldn't find them online!"

Mo Bai: "I just dabble in poetry occasionally. Nothing too impressive, just a bit of fun!"

Qingyue: "You're too modest!"

From there, their conversation flowed naturally, discussing literature and poetry.

Lin Beifan laughed to himself. "If this guy isn't a fraud, I'll write my name backward! He's actually using my poems to pretend to be some artistic genius and flirt with women. I won't let him off so easily!"

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Meanwhile, in a luxurious apartment, a young man was grinning excitedly.

"This must be her real account! Only she has this level of literary appreciation! I finally got her to add me!"

His name was Lu Mobai, and he was a reborn soul.

Before his rebirth, he had been a transmigrator, bringing the literary brilliance of another world into this one.

It was the perfect protagonist setup!

He had thought that with his knowledge, he could single-handedly dominate this world's literary and entertainment industries—until he ran into an absolute monster: Lin Beifan.

That man was a genius in poetry, prose, and literature. No matter what Lu Mobai introduced, Lin Beifan could easily outshine him.

It was infuriating! He had come to this world with the entire cultural legacy of another dimension, yet he couldn't beat a single local!

Worst of all, Lin Beifan had stolen the woman of his dreams—Leng Qingyue—and even forced him to work under him!

He had no choice but to become Lin Beifan's artist, slaving away to make him money.

All of his so-called "talents" had been ruthlessly squeezed dry by Lin Beifan.

It had been the darkest period of his life.

Even now, when he thought about it, he felt his body tremble with rage.

But fortunately—he was reborn!

The first thing he did was flee to a foreign country, determined to stay far away from Lin Beifan's influence.

He had already formulated his new plan: build his fame and wealth overseas, then return stronger than ever to exact his revenge!

"The suffering Lin Beifan made me endure, I'll repay a hundred—no, a thousand times over!"

Despite his burning hatred, there was one thing he couldn't let go of—Leng Qingyue.

"She's the woman I've loved across two lifetimes. I must have her!"

Moreover, with the powerful Leng family backing him, it would be much easier to take down Lin Beifan.

So, he tried adding her on WeChat.

Knowing that she had a deep appreciation for poetry, he pretended to be a refined literary artist, using his supposed talents to capture her attention.

But deep down, he felt resentful.

"Even though I have knowledge from another world, when it comes to poetry… Lin Beifan is still better than me!"

This realization filled him with jealousy and anger.

"Since you ruined my past life, it's only fair that I steal your talent in this one!"

"I'll take your poetry… and your woman!"

"I'll walk your path—until you have no path left to walk!"

With this twisted mindset, he had been sending Lin Beifan's stolen poetry to impress Leng Qingyue.

Yet, after over a month, he still hadn't gotten a response.

Just as he was about to give up, she finally accepted his friend request.

After chatting with "Qingyue" for a while, he was absolutely certain that she was Leng Qingyue.

"Only Qingyue understands poetry at this level. She truly appreciates my talent!"

He was ecstatic.

"With my charm, I'll surely win her heart! Then, with the Leng family's power, I'll crush Lin Beifan completely!"

At that moment, he received a message.

Qingyue: "Oh! Let's stop here for today. I have something to deal with."

Mo Bai: "You sound troubled?"

Qingyue: "Sigh, yes… I've been dealing with a very annoying man lately. It's been frustrating!"

Mo Bai: "Tell me about it!"

Qingyue: "What's the point? It won't help."

Mo Bai: "Come on, maybe I can at least help take your mind off it!" (Smiley.jpg)

Qingyue: "Alright… I'll tell you!"

Qingyue: "Lately, there's this man who keeps bothering me…"

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(To be continued...)