A Poem for You

Some things can deceive others, but they cannot deceive oneself.

"Admit it, Zhao Xin, you were never some pathetic sycophant; a sycophant could never become the Student Union President of Imperial Capital University."

"Shut up."

"I was never your second personality; I am simply you. Why do you insist on acting so pathetic in front of Lan Meng? Isn't it because you're afraid that if you showed your true self, she might actually fall for you?"

"I told you to shut up."

"Face reality. Only someone as excellent as Wu Wei is worthy of you."

"Get lost."

Zhao Xin gasped for air, his face flushed red, his entire being on the verge of a breakdown.

It was out again.

That person was out again.

He stubbornly insisted that the soul was not his own, that it was a second personality, perhaps even a devil.

But "he" always told him that it was simply himself.

Over time, even he began to believe that it was indeed himself.

Zhao Xin was not far from going insane.

And the moment he truly went mad, he would unleash every beast within his heart.

For now, he straightened his appearance.

He was going to pursue Lan Meng.

Even though the mere thought of Lan Meng now made him feel nauseous.

That person was right; Lan Meng was beautiful, but she had never been his type.

It didn't matter, though. Who told Lan Meng to like Wu Wei?

Anything Wu Wei liked, he had to oppose and snatch away.

"But Wu Wei doesn't like her."

"Get out."

Zhao Xin did not need his second personality to remind him of that.

Sometimes, people simply deceive themselves.

Yet he did not know that every action he took at this moment was within the expectations of Zhao Liang.

Even his second personality was the result of what Zhao Liang had instilled in him since childhood.

"Raising two children to fight each other—how boring would that be? Little Fish and Hua Wuque ended up as inseparable brothers in the end."

"I won't be a fool like Yao Yue. The best revenge against Wu Tian and Lin Shen is to completely destroy their son. For that, I would even sacrifice my own son."

Zhao Liang's heart was as firm as iron, his resolve unshakable.

He had made too many preparations for this day.

He had even taught himself the art of hypnosis.

Zhao Xin's second personality was something he had hypnotized into existence.

"Just wait. When the flowers bloom, they will eventually bear fruit. Hahahaha."

In the pitch-black night, the laughter sounded terrifying.

However, no one could hear it.

Wu Wei, naturally, could not hear it either.

Returning to his familiar bedroom, Wu Wei thought for a moment, then opened his phone and sent a message to Lan Meng:

Are you there?

Lan Meng replied quickly: Missed me?

Wu Wei: You're overthinking it. I wanted to ask you about Zhao Xin.

Lan Meng didn't reply with text; she sent a video call invitation directly.

Wu Wei tapped it open and discovered that Lan Meng was dressed quite scantily, even intentionally or unintentionally revealing some cleavage.

Hmm, she was well-endowed.

Wu Wei estimated she was a 34C.

"Pretty?" Lan Meng winked at Wu Wei.

Wu Wei spoke the truth: "Pretty."

"Excited?"

Wu Wei checked his feelings and then said honestly: "Not yet."

"Are you impotent?"

"Perhaps your charm just isn't... big enough?"

Wu Wei barely finished his sentence.

Because he saw Lan Meng lean forward.

In that moment, he was genuinely stirred.

The facts proved that he was still a healthy, normal man.

Lan Meng smiled, then brushed her hair back, deciding to stop teasing Wu Wei.

"What made you think to ask about Zhao Xin?"

"Something happened at my place that involves him, so I wanted to ask for your opinion on him." Wu Wei spoke the truth.

He and Zhao Xin really hadn't had much contact, and on the few occasions they did, he felt Zhao Xin was incredibly low-class.

However, his reason told him that Imperial Capital University was the premier institution for young people in the Qin Kingdom and even the world; 95% of the students gathered here were elites.

To stand out among these people and become the student council president, Zhao Xin couldn't possibly be as low-class as he imagined; he must have had exceptional intelligence and emotional quotient.

Lan Meng carefully filtered through the information she had on Zhao Xin before giving Wu Wei her assessment: "In the eyes of others, Zhao Xin is near-perfect."

"Perfect?"

"Yes. He comes from a humble background yet remains neither servile nor overbearing. He knows how to conduct himself, is erudite, understands the boundaries of social interaction, and wins scholarships every year. Aside from his looks, there's basically nothing to criticize." Lan Meng said objectively.

Wu Wei raised an eyebrow and continued to ask: "And what is your own judgment?"

"To be honest, he's very low-class. He fawns over me without any bottom line or depth, and many times I feel like there's something wrong with his brain."

"That's quite a contrast."

"I find it incredible too, but that's exactly how it is." Lan Meng spread her hands.

Wu Wei fell into deep thought.

Lan Meng pondered for a moment, then added: "Wu Wei, I have an intuition. Do you want to hear it?"

"What intuition?"

"Zhao Xin doesn't like me."

"He doesn't like you?"

Wu Wei thought of the scenes he had witnessed between Zhao Xin and Lan Meng and found it hard to believe.

If he didn't like her, could he really fawn over her like that?

"It's a woman's sixth sense. I personally think the Zhao Xin that others describe is the more authentic one. Even if he's never pursued a woman, he's read enough books that he shouldn't be acting this low-class. I feel like it's intentional."

"Intentional?" Wu Wei frowned.

No matter how smart he was, he couldn't deduce the cause and effect with only the current factors at hand.

But seeing how serious Lan Meng was, Wu Wei didn't think she was lying to him.

Wu Wei thought for a moment, then asked Lan Meng another question: "In your memory, what happened to Zhao Xin later on?"

Lan Meng's expression turned puzzled: "I can't recall. In my later memories, he doesn't exist at all."

Wu Wei was lost in thought.

It seemed investigating through Zhao Xin wasn't reliable.

Then he would check on Zhao Liang.

As long as it wasn't a big shot like his own mother, the information on ordinary people couldn't stump Wu Wei.

Wu Wei prepared to end the video call with Lan Meng, but was stopped by her.

"You want to run after getting what you wanted? Wu Wei, you really are a scumbag." Lan Meng said with disdain.

Wu Wei: "..."

"Wu Wei, is there really something wrong with you? A beauty like this fairy is right here, yet you aren't interested and would rather handle it yourself."

Wu Wei saw the tissues next to the computer and his old face turned red.

"It's a misunderstanding."

"I believe you, Wu Wei. I wrote a poem for you; I'll send it to you right now. It represents my heart for you, you must read it."

After saying this, Lan Meng ended the call.

A second later, Wu Wei received a poem:

Sitting alone in an empty room, hand acting as a wife, this matter is too shameful to mention to others. Before the computer, a Japanese girl; on the desk, a roll of paper laid out neatly. Up and down, gradually getting into the act; suddenly fast, suddenly slow, eyes blurring. Drop by drop, it falls to the ground; sons and grandsons turn into mud. Afterward, realizing the meaninglessness, resolving to never use the hand as a wife again. Yet another late night arrives, and the paper is laid out neatly once more. Yesterday's regrets are forgotten; a shut-in wasting paper hurts the body. Not yet married, but already suffering from kidney deficiency—tell me, isn't it a pity!