novelraw Chapter 4 Writing Poems for You
Chapter 4 Writing Poems for You
Chen Bo stood by the window, looking at the familiar white villa across the street, then looked down at his new room.
No sooner had she been kicked out by Xu Yue than her nemesis picked her up and took her home, placing her right under her nose.
This Zhou Lingyan is truly beautiful, and truly spicy.
But jealousy can completely change a person.
He walked to the bedside and sat down; the mattress was soft and comfortable.
In the original owner's memory, Zhou Lingyan was always Xu Yueqing's best friend, who was slightly less radiant but more aggressive. Later, they became enemies and fought each other.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated.
He picked it up and saw it was a message from Xu Yueqing, her tone as cold as ever: "My agent will contact you later about the variety show. The money has been transferred to your account. Don't contact me again."
After reading the message, Chen Bo immediately checked his bank card balance.
1, 001, 281.14.
Wow, that's 500,000 more than agreed.
A duplicitous woman.
When the flowers bloomed for the third time, she turned her back to him and said no, but when Chen Bo was focused on studying filming techniques, her body betrayed her and she refused to sit idly by.
As a result, the artistic quality of Chen Bo's shots has been elevated several levels.
However, Xu Yueqing was unaware of the high degree of artistic merit in her work, or even that their sweet moments had been fully recorded.
After all, she was dizzy the whole time, and too embarrassed to open her eyes.
Looking out the window across the street, Chen Bo slowly typed a reply: "Okay, thank you, Teacher Xu. I don't regret getting to know you. Here's a poem for you before I leave..."
After editing, click send.
One can almost imagine the look of disgust that would appear on Xu Yueqing's cold face when she saw this message.
Her ideal man was a poet, and he wanted to emulate him by sending her love poems...
So greasy!
I felt a chill run down my spine!
Indeed, Xu Yueqing was sitting on a high stool next to the bar on the first floor, still feeling the soreness and weakness that came from overuse.
She sipped the ginger and brown sugar water, which had cooled down and then warmed up again. It was sweet with a hint of spiciness, and it slid down her throat, leaving her stomach feeling warm and cozy.
This ginger tea was brewed by Chen Bo before he left. Last night... in those chaotic and intense scenes, it seems like he was the one handing me warm water.
Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed again, and her gaze returned to her phone screen.
The poem Chen Bo sent lay quietly in the chat box.
When she first saw it, she felt something was off, but after a while, she was stunned.
After all, she's an artsy young woman, and deep down she's susceptible to this kind of thing.
She liked Lu Ze largely because she was attracted to his obscure poems and his pretentious, profound artistic temperament.
But compared to this poem, Lu Ze's modern poems are clearly inferior.
It's not a matter of technique or depth, but rather the kind of beauty that strikes straight to the heart, a naturally formed artistic conception.
A brief encounter was worth more than countless lifetimes together. Her mind flashed back to last night and today, those moments that she was ashamed to recall yet couldn't help but savor.
In those clips, Chen Bo's gaze was no longer the docile and ingratiating look of the past three years, but rather one filled with aggressive and focused appreciation.
He was no longer the somewhat timid boyfriend who looked up to her, but a man full of power and control, possessing a sense of security and charm that made people's hearts flutter.
The thought startled Xu Yueqing. How could this be?
Her true love should be Lu Ze, the talented, sophisticated man who could discuss art and the soul with her!
What is Chen Bo? He's just a nobody in the entertainment industry who had a fleeting moment of fame through a talent show and has remained relatively unknown ever since. Apart from his face and the talent that only she knows, he's practically useless.
However, Lu Ze's brilliance seemed to dim considerably in the face of this afternoon, this cup of warm ginger tea, and this stunning poem.
……
When Xu Yueqing's agent, Lin Wei, called, Chen Bo was lying on the sofa in Zhou Lingyan's house, a sofa so big you could sink half your body into it, studying the music app rankings of this world.
"Chen Bo," a capable female voice came from the other end of the phone, "The 'Singer Battle' challenge match that Yueqing told you about, the fifth episode will be recorded in ten days. You need to prepare a song and send me the song title and instrumental track by this Friday at the latest, and I will report it to the program team."
Chen Bo turned on speakerphone: "What are the specific requirements?"
"I don't have any requirements." Lin Wei's tone was indifferent. "Anyway, you're destined to be eliminated in the first round. Just choose a song that you can sing completely without going too far off-key. The production team wants a topic, and you want exposure. It's a win-win situation."
After breaking up with Xu Yueqing, she stopped pretending and was so straightforward that Chen Bo couldn't help but laugh: "Sister Lin is such a genuine person."
"There's no room for pretense in the entertainment industry," Lin Wei said. "By the way, Yue Qing asked me to tell you that the 500,000 is compensation for your three years of hard work, and the other 500,000 is hush money. She hopes you'll just pretend nothing happened between you two."
Chen Bo's eyes sharpened: "I also hope she doesn't spread rumors and damage my image in the eyes of my rich and beautiful female fans."
"That would be best." Lin Wei didn't want to talk any further. "Send it to me before Friday, that's all."
The call was ended cleanly and decisively.
Chen Bo watched as his phone screen went dark and clicked his tongue.
Xu Yueqing is only now realizing the need to protect her image. Why didn't she think about the consequences during those "artistic exchanges" last night and this morning?
But then I thought, I got an extra 500,000, so it wasn't a bad deal.
Although he currently has a little over a million in his account, in this world of soaring prices, if he wants to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry, this amount of money won't even make a ripple.
Just as I was deciding which song to choose, I heard light footsteps on the stairs.
Zhou Lingyan was wearing a loose white shirt, the hem of which just covered the top of her thighs, revealing a pair of straight, fair legs.
She was carrying a pair of binoculars and sneaked into the living room.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Bo sat up.
"Shh—" Zhou Lingyan put her index finger to her lips, crouched down, and shuffled to the French windows. She raised her binoculars and aimed them at Xu Yueqing's villa across the street. "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
Chen Bo became interested: "What did you see?"
"Xu Yueqing has been walking around the house with her back or leaning against the wall since noon," Zhou Lingyan said, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement. "She came down from the second floor just now, her posture so awkward, like she'd just given birth! Right now she's in the kitchen pouring water, leaning against the counter..."
She handed the binoculars to Chen Bo: "See for yourself!"
Chen Bo took the telescope and adjusted the focus.
The living room and kitchen of the villa across the street both feature floor-to-ceiling windows, offering excellent views.
Xu Yueqing was holding a glass of water when she slowly moved to the sofa. She paused noticeably when she sat down, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she had touched a sore spot.
She wore a beige loungewear dress, her long hair loosely tied up, revealing her slender neck.
Even from a distance, you could tell that her face was pale and her eyes showed signs of fatigue.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Zhou Lingyan leaned close to Chen Bo's ear, her hot breath brushing against his earlobe. "Teacher Chen, tell me honestly, what exactly did you do to her?"