Villain – Peeking at the Diary, the Female Leads’ Personas Collapse

“As long as you’re willing, it’s just a phone call. There’s no need for someone with an unclear background to continue existing.”
Chen Fan hurriedly stopped her, saying, “Sister Jin Lan, I’ll handle my own matters. You’re busy enough every day, so there’s no need for you to bother with these small things of mine.”
What a joke! After reincarnating multiple times, he had finally managed to get a system. If she killed off the protagonist, he would probably have to start over again.
Jin Lan nodded and didn’t press further.
By the time the two returned to their workplace, it was already evening.
Chen Fan needed to sort out some meeting materials, but as for what Jin Lan was up to, he didn’t feel comfortable asking.
As soon as it was time to clock out, Chen Fan greeted Jin Lan and slipped away.
After Chen Fan left, Jin Lan looked at the notebook in her hands. Her doubts were resolved.
And she might be the female lead? But if she was the female lead, what role was she playing by Ye Aotian’s side?
Curiosity gnawed at Jin Lan. At this moment, Chen Fan was like a novel’s author, and Jin Lan wanted nothing more than to send him a blade in the mail, urging him to hurry up and update the story—otherwise, she’d whip him to death.
As for Chen Fan, he went straight to hang out with Zheng Qiang.
Chen Fan would only interact with people who had fewer scenes because that wouldn’t affect this world too much. If he interacted with Li Long, then the protagonist’s rise to power would be ruined, and the whole story would collapse. How could the story continue then?
Of course, Chen Fan himself would live a long life; after all, he didn’t die until the final few chapters.
Although, he did die in Lin Qingyue’s place.
“Brother, this medicine is really something. After drinking it, I feel my energy and vitality have been restored.”
The white-haired Zheng Qiang poured Chen Fan a drink, to which Chen Fan replied, “It’s nothing, just medicine. By the way, how much do you sell this stuff for?”
“Young Master Chen’s medicine should be priced at least at seventy to eighty thousand, right?”
“Can it actually sell?”
“Of course. There are no side effects, no dependency issues, and most importantly, it regulates the body. Even eighty-eight thousand feels too cheap to me.”
Just then, several girls entered.
“Young Master Chen, what do you think of these?”
“Not bad. Are their techniques good? My back has been really sore from work lately.”
“Don’t worry, they’ve all been trained and certified.”
Chen Fan nodded, enjoying his life leisurely.
He pulled out his phone and started writing.
Sitting in the backseat of the car, Jin Lan almost tore up the notebook in anger.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
“Old Huang, call a few people.”
“Uh, what kind of people, boss?”
“People who can hit hard. Also, find out where Ye Aotian is, right now, immediately.”
It didn’t take long to locate the specific place.
“He’s in an alley in the southern district, seems to be meeting someone.”
Jin Lan thought for a moment and asked, “The southern district alley, whose territory is that?”
“Some of Li Long’s thugs are there, drinking and eating barbecue. The leader seems to be someone called Liu Chong.”
“Send those people over. If Ye Aotian starts a fight with that group, make sure to join in.”
“Boss … is Ye Aotian related to you?”
“I’m telling them to join in and help beat Ye Aotian. Just make sure to hit him hard enough that he gets some bruises. But don’t kill him. Afterward, have them pretend to get knocked out.”
“You mean beat him up, but make it look like he could’ve won, then pretend to get beaten up ourselves?”
“Did I not make myself clear?”
The driver quickly nodded. He could clearly sense the coldness in Jin Lan’s voice.
This was a sign she was getting angry.
“Drive to the alley in the southern district and turn off the engine. Don’t let anyone know we’re here. I want to see what happens.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The car arrived early at the southern district alley.
Before long, the main character, Ye Aotian, appeared. He stood at the entrance of the alley in a long trench coat.
The wind blew, and at that moment, it was as if he was declaring to the world,
.