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

He then asked for Chen Fan’s account information, intending to send him some money, but Chen Fan declined.
“I believe there will be plenty of opportunities for our families to collaborate in the future.”
“Of course. From now on, as you Chinese say, you’re like a brother to me.”
“You’re older than me, so you’ll be my big brother.”
“Then you’re my second brother.”

The following morning, Chen Fan woke up early as usual.
…
Looking out the window, he sighed.
At that moment, Zhu Yeqing, who was reading the diary, laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. Chen Fan’s sense of self-entertainment was truly amusing. After her revenge, Zhu Yeqing had spent her days in a void of hatred and emptiness. Now that she had something new to enjoy, she started to think that maybe revenge wasn’t so necessary.
Meanwhile, Jin Lan ate her breakfast with a hint of disappointment, as she had no scenes today. Still, she figured she’d make an appearance; after all, with William’s arrival, she’d need to be on-site.
Lin Qingyue, in her room, eyed the rope on her desk.
Ling Yuyan glanced at the diary and sighed.
Still, Ling Yuyan was annoyed.

Unaware of the female leads’ complaints, Chen Fan was busy with his next task. The three old Chinese medicine practitioners handed him a treatment plan, along with a detailed prescription. Chen Fan took a look, knowing he was set up to be humiliated since the prescription was overly conservative.
The butler’s brain issue was actually a hemorrhage. In Western medicine, they’d resort to brain surgery, but that would leave the patient disabled. Chinese medicine would require an acupuncture series, which the three physicians had correctly diagnosed. However, their skills were insufficient—the chosen acupuncture points weren’t quite right.
Interestingly, Zhu Yeqing passed this treatment plan along to Ye Aotian. With his expertise, Ye Aotian would likely use this plan and save the patient. His success was due to his imperial internal energy technique, or
, which provided additional internal energy support.
Since the novel’s author wasn’t a Chinese medicine expert, the description was straightforward: the protagonist used acupuncture, astonishing everyone, saved the patient, and made a name for himself.
Chen Fan, meanwhile, was destined to be the humiliated one.
After thinking it over, he handed the treatment plan to Zhu Yeqing. “Pass this along to Anna’s team for them to review.”
Zhu Yeqing nodded, observing him closely.
“Young Master, I understand, but Anna’s team might not be able to read it.”
“There should be a Chinese medical expert from abroad. Have them review it for peace of mind.”
Zhu Yeqing left the room, thought for a moment, and then adjusted the treatment plan slightly. She didn’t understand much, but she figured if Ye Aotian needed a bad plan, that’s exactly what she’d provide.
Shortly after, Ye Aotian called her.
“Thank you. I knew we’d make good partners. If anything goes wrong, come to me. I can protect you.”
“Don’t worry; I’ll be fine.”
As she hung up, Zhu Yeqing saw a new entry in the diary:
Zhu Yeqing stood in stunned silence, feeling incredibly wronged and on the verge of tears. This is so hard.
***
As soon as Ye Aotian received the documents, he immediately noticed the mistakes within them. While the general method was correct, the specific acupuncture techniques required weren’t ones that ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners could accomplish. Additionally, several minor details were entirely wrong.
Ye Aotian made a few adjustments, effectively turning it into his own plan. He could have devised a new method, but he thought that wouldn’t have the same impact on Chen Fan. Instead, using Chen Fan’s plan and making him feel cornered—that was more satisfying to him.
Meanwhile, Zhu Yeqing returned to her room looking troubled, only to find Chen Fan watching her with a half-smile. She felt he was definitely mocking her.
No, it wouldn’t have mattered how she’d done it—it would still have been considered wrong since she was in contact with Ye Aotian. Inevitably, she bore the stigma of a double agent. Chen Fan’s teasing, as annoying as it was, was fully expected.
By 9 a.m., in a certain hospital, a gathering of elderly Chinese medicine practitioners awaited. Chen Fan arrived with his team, while Ye Aotian appeared alone. Both sides set up a straightforward confrontation.
The three elder practitioners wore glasses, their hair grayed, while Ye Aotian entered in a sleek suit, attracting the attention of all the doctors and nurses in the hospital.