Chapter 114 Use my poems to flirt with my woman?
So, Leng Qingyue couldn't help but want to know more about each other.
Leng Qingyue: What are you doing now?
Lin Beifan: I'm admiring beauty!
Leng Qingyue: What beautiful scenery?
Lin Beifan: The flowers on the riverside at sunrise are redder than fire, and the river water is as green as blue in spring!
The other end of the phone went silent, stunned.
"In the sunrise, the riverbank flowers are redder than flames, and in spring the river is as green as the azure sky!"
This poem was so beautiful!
Instantly, a vivid picture appeared before her eyes.
The rising sun shedding brilliance, its glow reflected in the crimson flowers lining the shore, more vibrant than blazing fire.
When spring arrived, the river water ran clear and green, mirroring the sky's cerulean hue.
What an intoxicating vision!
Her literary and artistic soul was enraptured, longing to witness it firsthand - dreaming of strolling hand-in-hand with her lover along such a river, admiring the fiery red blooms and emerald-blue waters.
Leng Qingyue: It's truly beautiful, I really want to go see it. Tell me about this place!
Lin Beifan: It's very close by.
Leng Qingyue: Where?
Lin Beifan: Take out your phone and open the stock market app. It's red and green, isn't it beautiful?
Leng Qingyue: ...
Her previously elevated mood vanished in an instant!
Leng Qingyue: I'm angry! 😡😡😡
Leng Qingyue: You're impossible to sweet-talk! 😡😡😡
Lin Beifan: This is my job! 😅
Lin Beifan: Actually, I'm quite pitiful. Having to face these things daily. If I don't create some romantic feelings for myself, I may go crazy!
Leng Qingyue: Then what is your usual work like? 🤨
Lin Beifan: Like bluegrass swaying gracefully, exuding a spicy fragrance of self-sufficiency. Leng stalks stand tall to the sky, yet the scythe indiscriminately harvests its crop!
Leng Qingyue was stunned again, this poem so beautiful.
She could envision verdant grass undulating, subtly aromatic yet inwardly resilient, never revealing its depths!
Though outwardly meek, it stood proud, facing the cold blades that reaped it without flinching!
Even cut down time and again, it would thrive anew, stubborn and unyielding!
Once more, Leng Qingyue was struck by Lin Beifan's talent!
This was a man who breathed poetry!
So amazing!
After recovering, she realized this verse had nothing to do with her inquiry.
Leng Qingyue: I asked what your job is like, why are you sending me poems instead of answering?
Lin Beifan: Still don't understand?
Leng Qingyue: ???
Lin Beifan: I cut leeks in the stock market!
Leng Qingyue: ...
On the other end, Leng Qingyue couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Never did she imagine someone could portray stock trading in such a fresh, refined manner - playing it as pure poetry!
Observing the markets as he observed the world, even composing verses.
If cutting leeks, just write a poem about it.
Quite the vivid imagery!
Those uncultured fellows would be overwhelmed if they knew!
She found Lin Beifan was not only immensely talented but could be humorously whimsical at times.
His talent and wit thoroughly captivated her sensibilities.
What a delight conversing with Lin Beifan!
She couldn't resist wanting to chat more.
At that moment, her assistant entered: "Miss Leng, we've arrived at Jiangbei Square! The event is about to begin, do you need any preparations?"
Leng Qingyue didn't look up: "I'm not free now, postpone it!"
The assistant was shocked: "But we've already signed the contract, if we cancel, we'll lose a lot of money!"
Leng Qingyue said dismissively: "If we have to pay, then pay!"
"Yes, Miss Leng!" The assistant smiled ruefully.
Only a willful heiress could be so recklessly capricious.
After the assistant left, Leng Qingyue continued chatting with Lin Beifan about anything and everything.
But at this moment, she received a "friend added" notification.
She initially ignored it until noticing a message containing a poem she was very familiar with:
"First, it's best not to meet each other, so that we will not fall in love!
Second best is not getting to know each other, so we cannot become attached!"
Leng Qingyue read it carefully, realizing it was exactly what Lin Beifan had written her previously.
She had searched online before and found no such beautiful poem - it was completely Lin Beifan's original creation.
Now, it appeared in this person's message.
The situation was very strange!
Happening to be online, she inquired about it.
Leng Qingyue: Is the poem "Better Not to Meet You" your original work?
Lin Beifan: It's my original, why do you ask that?
Lin Beifan: Have you seen it from someone else?
Leng Qingyue: Yes! For over a month now, there's been someone trying to add me on WeChat! He's very talented, with each message containing different beautiful verses!
On the other end, Lin Beifan smiled slightly.
So the 5th protagonist had finally arrived!
Using his poems to flirt with his woman?
How dare he!
Leng Qingyue: However, I don't know who this person is, and I didn't add them!
Leng Qingyue, not only a major star but an important figure from the influential Leng family, was very cautious about making new connections. Although she admired talent, she wasn't naive.
How could she blindly add a stranger just for some poems, no matter how skilled?
Besides a mobile number, who knew if the person was genuinely talented?
Leng Qingyue: Just now he added me again, using your "Better Not to Meet You"!
Lin Beifan: I wrote those poems myself! However, when I was cleaning, my manuscripts got lost. Maybe someone with ill-intentions picked them up!
Leng Qingyue was shocked!
If those poems really were written by Lin Beifan, this other party's plagiarizing talent was even more astonishing than imagined!
Leng Qingyue: Really? I can't believe it!
Lin Beifan: You can test me!
Leng Qingyue: Then I'll put you to the test!
Leng Qingyue: Once upon a time, making paths in the boundless sea was difficult, next line!
Lin Beifan: Except the solitary Wu Mountain does not have clouds!
Leng Qingyue: There are tears in the bright pearl-like sea and moon!
Lin Beifan: The sun's warm rays caress the smoking jade!
Leng Qingyue: Petals drift, waters flow; a sense of lovesick yearning and dual worries!
Lin Beifan: There is no way to rid myself of this feeling, so I raised my brows yet my heart sank deeper!
Leng Qingyue: I don't know why...
Lin Beifan: It runs profound!
No matter which line Leng Qingyue provided, Lin Beifan seamlessly completed the corresponding verse.
Leng Qingyue was now convinced these poems were indeed Lin Beifan's original works.
Because, without any prior context, he flawlessly recited them word-for-word.
If he didn't write them himself, then who did?
While admiring Lin Beifan's talent even more, she felt increasingly annoyed about this other individual.
She hate