Villain - Peeking at the Diary, the Female Leads' Personas Collapse - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Go, Protagonist

If you still don’t react to this, we can always start over.

Sure enough, Lin Qingyue panicked and immediately pushed Chen Fan away.

Without hesitation, she threw the bouquet at his face.

“You … How dare you.”

Hahahahaha. Now this feels right. I knew something was off earlier. Turns out your character was acting out of line, but thankfully, it’s been corrected now. Come on, my dear, throw some insults quickly, so I can keep playing the lapdog.

“You … how can you act like this?”

What the hell, why are you being so gentle? Forget it, let’s keep the scene going.

“Sorry, I lost control. I thought … you liked me too.”

“Like you? You scumbag, I’d never like you. If it weren’t for your family, why would I even interact with you? You rely on nothing but your family. Your father has power, your mother has money, but what can you do? All you do is live off your family without contributing anything. What else can you even do?”

Damn, so I’m that useless, huh? But hey, this is the right vibe. This is exactly how the female lead should treat a lapdog. Come on, don’t be gentle for no reason. Everything was fine until you started being soft; you almost threw me off my game.

Without hesitation, Ye Aotian rushed forward, stepping between Chen Fan and Lin Qingyue.

“Well, well, Young Master Chen, now you’re resorting to force? If a woman doesn’t like you, don’t make things difficult for her. That’s not very gentlemanly.”

“Where did this random stray come from? How dare you be so impudent with me? Security! Has Lin Real Estate gotten so low that they let beggars in now?”

Damn it, I deserve a Golden Horse Award for this performance. I’m playing this rich second-generation villain to perfection.

Lin Qingyue looked at Ye Aotian.

Poor protagonist, with bandages on your head and an injured arm, yet you still persist in showing up. It’s not easy for you.

“If you’re injured, you shouldn’t be stirring up trouble.”

“Thank you for your concern, but I just happened to run into some random strays. Some people don’t dare act openly, so they resort to underhanded methods.”

Chen Fan was utterly confused.

What are you talking about? I don’t get it.

But after glancing at the situation, it clicked—oh, you think I sent someone to beat you up? Well, that works. Since I need to generate some animosity between us anyway, might as well lean into it.

“Yeah, I had you beaten up. So what?”

What the hell?!

Ye Aotian was stunned, asking, “So you’re admitting it?”

“Yeah, I’m admitting it. What of it? Got a problem? Not only did I have someone beat you up, but I’m also planning to have you taken out. You think you’re worthy of stealing my woman?”

“You’re courting death! Don’t think that just because you’re in Qincheng, you can do whatever you want.”

Chen Fan stood his ground, replying, “So what if I can do whatever I want? Go ahead, hit me.”

His internal monologue screamed: Come on, man, please hit me already. I’ve set you up perfectly. Look, I kissed the woman you’re interested in, I even hugged her. Hit me! Hit me already! Please, man, punch me—if you don’t, the plot can’t move forward.

Ye Aotian stared daggers at Chen Fan.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingyue had already stepped back, knowing full well what was about to happen.

To her, she disliked both of them—Chen Fan for being fake and pretending to care for her, and Ye Aotian for being an idiot.

She had only meant to say that he shouldn’t meddle, but Ye Aotian took it as concern for him?

How could someone be so self-confident? Whatever, none of this has anything to do with me. I’m Lin Qingyue. I don’t need to consider anyone else’s feelings to do what I want.

Ye Aotian, with his remaining hand, gathered all his strength and punched Chen Fan square in the chest.

Instantly, the force of the blow made Ye Aotian’s fist hurt, as if his bones were about to crack. But he endured the pain, refusing to cry out.

Chen Fan, in that moment, let out a dramatic yell, threw himself backward, and flew across the room, landing hard on the ground.

Ye Aotian stared at his now-bloodied, possibly fractured fist, slightly dazed. When did I get so strong?

Meanwhile, Chen Fan, lying on the ground, pointed at Ye Aotian, shouting, “You … you dare hit me? Do you know who I am? You’re dead! You hit me in Qincheng, just wait—I’ll make sure you die slowly.”

“Bring it on. Others may be afraid of you, but I’m not.”

After delivering his lines, Chen Fan collapsed, closing his eyes. There was nothing more for him to do.

Time to head to the hospital. I’ve taken my bow. Today’s performance was a success. Now it’s up to the protagonist and female leads.

Ye Aotian turned around, his injured hand now bleeding profusely. It looked like he was indeed hurt.

“We meet again.”

Lin Qingyue remained silent.

“I wonder, would you give me a chance to have dinner with you? To get to know each other better?”

Chen Fan silently shouted in his mind, Say yes, say yes, say yes.

“Meh.”

Ye Aotian had just said so much, and Lin Qingyue responded with one word.

What? What’s going on here? Hurry up and move the plot along!

Ye Aotian was also taken aback, asking, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing. I just don’t feel like talking to you.”

With that, she signaled for people to lift Chen Fan onto a stretcher.

After all, Chen Fan’s condition was more pressing. As for Ye Aotian, just like Chen Fan wrote in his diary: A person whose close ones don’t care about him, wasting time worrying about strangers.

That kind of person deserves a scolding.

Lying on the stretcher, Chen Fan squinted at the utterly bewildered Ye Aotian.

Damn, you really are useless.

Lin Qingyue said, “Take him to the hospital quickly. If anything happens to him, none of you will have a good time. And you, Ye Aotian.”

Oh no, sis, I don’t need your protection! Please, stop it. You’re making things so awkward for me. Do male and female leads not follow the usual plotlines in novels anymore?