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

Without another word, he moved in again, determined to prove he wasn’t scared.
But at this moment, Lin Qingyue suddenly backed down. She was a bit impulsive, her actions somewhat driven by anger. The truth was, Lin Qingyue felt that Chen Fan did like her, and in turn, she still liked him.
She didn’t care about the direction of the novel anymore.
Rationality? Lin Qingyue wasn’t like Jin Lan. Jin Lan always considered things carefully, but Lin Qingyue’s thoughts were simpler: as long as she liked someone, that was enough.
She followed her heart. However, liking someone didn’t mean she was ready to go further. That next step frightened her.
She pushed Chen Fan away, saying, “Wait … Chen Fan.”
Chen Fan’s sense returned immediately, and he nearly burst out laughing with joy,
But Lin Qingyue wasn’t crying for the reason Chen Fan thought. She was moved to tears by her own emotions.
Chen Fan chuckled and took off his suit jacket, tossing it to Lin Qingyue, who sat on the floor.
“Put it on. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
“If you’re only doing this to protect your father or take revenge on your family by offering yourself, then I look down on you.”
“If I can’t have your heart, then just having you physically means nothing to me. I suppose Ye Aotian will come to save you, right? I’m curious to see how he’ll do it.”
Lin Qingyue was now thoroughly pissed off. She needed someone to take her frustrations out on.
Chen Fan left the room and said, “Keep an eye on her, got it, Zhu Yeqing?”
“Yes, young master.”
Once Chen Fan was gone, Zhu Yeqing entered the room and looked at Lin Qingyue, who was tidying her clothes, in shock.
They all had copies of the journal, but why did Lin Qingyue’s actions always stand out so much?
“Do you need me to get you a fresh outfit?”
Lin Qingyue glanced at her clothes and her socks and chuckled wryly.
“No, I think I’m fine like this. Zhu Yeqing, could I ask you a favor?”
“Sure, tell me, but it can’t involve harming the young master.”
Lin Qingyue said, “Could you give me a dagger? I need a knife.”
“What do you need the knife for? If your reason isn’t convincing, I can’t give it to you.”
“I want to kill Ye Aotian.”
At that moment, Zhu Yeqing realized the meaning of being the “first female lead.”
After observing her actions, Zhu Yeqing was sure: it wasn’t just her with a copy of the journal. But seeing Lin Qingyue’s boldness and decisiveness, Zhu Yeqing felt she was truly deserving of the title of first female lead.
To be the first female lead, you had to lack rationality. Otherwise, how could the protagonist end up with so many enemies?
“You’re sure? This knife isn’t meant for the young master?”
“You can trust me or not; it’s up to you.”
Zhu Yeqing nodded and handed her a dagger, saying, “Take it.”
Lin Qingyue swung it a few times and asked, “Also, do you have any poison? You know, the kind that kills instantly.”
But Zhu Yeqing couldn’t give it to her. Her instincts warned her that if she did, the story would either end abruptly or become nonsensical.
…
In the parlor, Xiao Lan served tea to the guests. Da Xiong and Er Xiong sat beside her.
“Do you think the Chen family will have experts?” asked Nie Aoxiong, one of the Nie family brothers.
The older brother replied, “Who cares if they have experts? Are we supposed to be afraid of the Chen family?”
The Nie family was a traditional ancient martial arts family, living in a small mountain village. They had some wealth, though not extraordinary. But when it came to deep-rooted strength, they weren’t intimidated by anyone.
Their family rules stated that, when traveling, they should avoid unnecessary involvement in worldly matters. However, the elder brother had a hot-headed personality, the kind who feared nothing. The younger brother, on the other hand, was more rational.
In terms of strength, the older brother had the edge, having reached the 7th rank, while the younger brother was at the 8th.
The younger brother said, “I don’t think they’ll have many experts. The Chen family wouldn’t keep all their masters in a small city like Qincheng.”
Ye Aotian added, “Lin Qingyue’s been kidnapped. I think I need to go save her. I didn’t expect Chen Fan to act so unpredictably.”
The younger brother smirked, “You’ve made Chen Fan the laughingstock of every rich kid in Qincheng. If you were him, could you tolerate it? The fact that he’s keeping it within bounds is commendable.”
The so-called rules were simple: first, elders shouldn’t interfere, and second, family members should not be harmed.
If they don’t follow these rules, how would the novel continue?
“Alright then, we’ll go in the afternoon. It’s raining today, so fewer people will be around, which will make it easier for us to move.”
“Should we kill Chen Fan, or …?”
The younger brother replied, “We can’t kill him, big brother. If we do, Chen Tianqiang would retaliate with everything he’s got. Our entire family could be wiped out, not just Ye Aotian.”
The older brother scoffed, “The Nie family has never feared anyone.”
Ye Aotian said, “There’s no need to kill Chen Fan. I want to crush him, strip away his courage to stand against me, and slowly torture him. Killing him would be too easy.”
Ye Aotian had made up his mind to slowly ruin Chen Fan.
By two o’clock in the afternoon, Chen Fan was in his room, savoring a steak he loved, along with a bottle of red wine he’d opened just for himself. Satisfied, he wiped the corner of his mouth and tidied up the table.
Looking in the mirror, he adjusted his clothes.