Villain - Peeking at the Diary, the Female Leads' Personas Collapse - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: This is a Grand Show

In the house, after a simple bandage, Ye Aotian took a large swig of white wine, trying his best to calm himself down.

Something was off. The newcomers around Liu Chong were strange. These people were definitely not ordinary, each one more formidable than the other. However, for some reason, Ye Aotian had a nagging feeling that these people were deliberately putting on a show for him. It was as if they had come specifically to beat him up.

Who on earth had he provoked?

Coming to Qincheng, as far as he remembered, he hadn’t caused any trouble. Wait, it hit him—it was Chen Fan. It was this person. The only person he had offended was Chen Fan.

“No. 7, are you there?”

“What’s up?”

“Look into this guy Chen Fan for me. I need all the information on him.”

“You don’t really need me to investigate that. Everyone in Qincheng knows who Chen Fan is. He’s the well-known Young Master Chen, a total simp [licking dog].”

Ye Aotian winced in pain and said, “I told you to look into it.”

“Watch your tone, Ye Aotian. Some people in the underworld may fear you, but I don’t.”

“How do you know my name?”

Back then, it was just my mom reading a novel!

No. 7 calmed herself, realizing she couldn’t blurt that out. She thought for a moment and said, “There aren’t many new faces in Qincheng. It’s not hard to dig up information on you.”

Alright, fair enough.

Ye Aotian said, “Sorry, No. 7. Something unexpected happened today, and I didn’t manage my emotions well. What I need to know is what Chen Fan has been up to lately or if there’s anything new going on.”

Ye Aotian needed to readjust himself.

The injuries were serious. Even though he practiced martial arts, he still needed to properly recuperate.

“You can easily find most things about him online, but there’s one thing I know: tomorrow, Chen Fan is going to confess his love to Lin Qingyue. He’s already ordered flowers in advance.”

A confession? Ha.

Ye Aotian’s lips curled into a cold, sly smile, exuding a cool, devilish charm.

“I got it. Thank you. I’ll send the money over later.”

“Goodbye.”

After sending the message, No. 7 went off to rest. She was actually looking forward to it now. She didn’t know what direction the story would take, but given the current situation, there was no doubt that tomorrow’s confession was going to lead to a confrontation.

As an idle onlooker, how could someone like No. 7 miss out on the drama?

No. 7 was curious herself—what kind of character was she in this novel world? Was she just one of those characters who would die after a few hundred thousand words?

Sigh, a little bit of excitement there.

There were quite a few others getting ready as well.

In Ye Aotian’s eyes, any woman he fancied belonged to him. No woman had ever escaped his grasp. Though he was injured, he was absolutely confident in dealing with someone like Chen Fan, a second-generation rich kid with no real skills.

In the entire Qincheng, Ye Aotian lived by a principle: never stir up trouble on purpose, but if someone messed with him, there had to be payback.

“Put the overseas operations on hold for now. Send some people back to Qincheng.”

“Yes, Dragon King.”

Ye Aotian had his own plans. Initially, Lin Qingyue was someone he intended to pursue slowly. But since Chen Fan had taken the initiative to cause trouble, things could no longer proceed at a leisurely pace.

Money? Ye Aotian had never been short of that.

When the time came, once he showcased his abilities, would a woman like Lin Qingyue still take interest in someone as incompetent as Chen Fan? That was obviously impossible.

Great. From now on, Ye Aotian thought to himself, there is one more target for revenge: the Chen family.

Meanwhile, Jin Lan, having returned home, was flipping through her diary. After confirming that there were no more updates, she went to wash up.

Wait a minute. Chen Fan was going to confess tomorrow, wasn’t he? He should be asking for leave from her.

Sure enough, just as she changed her clothes, the phone rang.

But this time, it was a video call.

When the video opened, Chen Fan was completely dumbfounded.

No way, why is this big boss still playing with her phone? Did I call the wrong person?

“Sister Jin.”

Jin Lan, with her legs crossed and holding a towel, placed the phone in front of her and said, “What’s the matter?”

“Sorry … to bother you. I didn’t know you were getting ready to wash up.”

“No worries, go on.”

“I … wanted to ask for a day off. I want to spend some time with Lin Qingyue. After all, it’s been a while since we’ve met. Now that I’m back, I want to spend some quality time with her.”

“Fine. What do you plan to do?”

“Nothing much … I won’t bother you with the details. So you’re okay with it?”

“Sure. Go ahead. There’s nothing particularly pressing at the moment. If something urgent comes up, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, Sister Jin.”

“Hold on.”

Chen Fan furrowed his brow.

What now? You’re overdoing it. These female leads are getting more and more screen time. The plot hasn’t even started, and you’re already talking so much.

“Am I old?”

What the heck?

Chen Fan instinctively glanced around, then looked up at the sky.

“Look at me. Am I ugly?”

Should I leave?

Chen Fan almost blurted it out but quickly held back and said, “Sister Jin, are you testing me? You’re so beautiful, I don’t dare to look directly at you. If anyone says you’re old, I’ll tear their mouth off.”

“That’s not cruel enough. You should say that if anyone dares to call me old, they should be castrated.”

“Uh, Sister Jin, that’s a bit too cruel.”

“Just kidding. No worries. I’m off to wash up now.”

The video call ended.

Looking at the black screen, Chen Fan smacked his own hand several times.

You idiot, can’t you control your hands? Why did you make a video call in the middle of the night? Wasn’t sending a message enough? Couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?

“System, if the female lead and I, the villain, develop a story, how will it be handled?”

No answer.

Stupid system, just go bankrupt already. Male lead, you have to toughen up, seriously. I’m begging you. Tomorrow, you must stand up and be strong. Just punch me once. It’s fine. I can take it. I’ll definitely go down hard. I might even roll a couple of times. The lines I’m supposed to say, I’ll definitely say them. But no more accidents, please. It’s too nerve-wracking.