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

“Chen Fan told me I’m his only family. I guess I get what he meant.”
“But … is it worth it? Chen Fan loves Lin Qingyue. You’ll never have a place in his heart.”
“Are you sure?”


Cao Zijin replied, “Forget it. Some things can’t be controlled. By the way, want to hear a little secret?”
“Go on, I won’t thank you for tonight. I think I deserved it.”
Cao Zijin nodded and said, “Yeah, yeah, you’re amazing. Anyway, here’s the secret—I suspect Chen Fan killed Chen Changsheng.”


Zhu Yeqing had suspected as much but hadn’t dared confirm it. But now it seemed to be true.
Cao Zijin was smart. She knew what to say and what not to say, and she carefully avoided certain plot constraints. The diary she read prevented her from sharing it openly, but her cleverness allowed her to sidestep those limitations.
For Cao Zijin, it was effortless.
“I suspected it too. But what does this have to do with the secret?”
“You’re such a dummy. Didn’t your master tell you that once someone surpasses a certain martial rank, they become immune to all poisons?”
“No poison can affect him … So, you’re saying he didn’t actually fall for it?”
“Of course. So don’t feel any pressure. He actually likes you.” For Zhu Yeqing, this was the best news she could have heard. Nothing could make her happier than this.
“But what’s in it for you?”
“I need the Chen family. I need Chen Fan to marry me so I can reclaim my position in the Cao family. Since you’re the closest to him, I naturally need to help you.”
After a pause, Zhu Yeqing typed, “Thank you …”


Putting down her phone, Cao Zijin picked up the diary beside her pillow, recalling the short poem Chen Fan had written.


A shame it wasn’t written for her, as she wasn’t a lilac, all fresh and innocent. She was a rose, the queen of flowers.


Just as she was drifting off, a message arrived from Zhu Yeqing.
“Sorry, got held up. I meant to say thank you.”
“You … I take it back. I’m going to poison you all tomorrow. May you all go to hell. Just as I’m about to sleep!”
“Oops, sorry …” Halfway through typing, she stopped.
Cao Zijin, irritated, sent a message to Lin Qingyue.
“You there?”
“Yes, but make it quick. If it’s nothing important, I’ll kill you.”
“Oh, nothing major. Just that Chen Fan and Zhu Yeqing are sleeping in the same room.”


Lin Qingyue replied angrily, “Are you insane? Why message me in the middle of the night about this? Who Chen Fan’s with has nothing to do with me. Mind your own business.”
“Oh, you don’t care? Alright, then. I was just curious. No need to get angry—anger doesn’t suit a beauty.”
“Were you raised in a tea kettle?”
“Obviously. Many people say I’m a tea master. I’m amazing.”


Lin Qingyue, fuming, tossed her phone aside and turned it off. She knew she wouldn’t sleep well tonight, too upset to rest. Even though she knew this would happen eventually, it still left her feeling empty, like something was missing.
Bitterness lingered.
The next morning, as sunlight poured in, Ye Aotian woke up, immediately feeling something was wrong.




Upon waking, Ye Aotian instinctively reached for the back of his head, feeling a strange, throbbing pain. As a martial arts expert, he quickly realized something was wrong; it felt like his head was somewhat swollen.
But that wasn’t all—Ye Aotian discovered that he seemed to have developed hemorrhoids.
“Damn it. I don’t recall sitting for too long. Why did this happen?”
Enduring the pain, he got up, grabbed a tissue, and began to clean his wounds with some difficulty.
It hurt a little. Did he perhaps drink too much last night?
He picked up his phone and called Ling Xiaoyun, asking, “What happened yesterday?”
“What happened? You drank too much, so I took you to a hotel.”
“Oh, I thought something else had happened … Do you know anyone in the proctology department? I think I might have hemorrhoids.”
Ling Xiaoyun stifled a laugh and replied, “Yes, I know someone. I’ll give you their number later so you can get it checked. I have some things to deal with here.”
“Alright.” After hanging up, Ling Xiaoyun sighed and looked at the man in front of him, saying, “You understand what I mean, right?”
Fei Fei replied, “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t even know what happened yesterday; it felt like I lost control of my body.”
“Are you sure you weren’t in control?”
Fei Fei nodded earnestly.
Ling Xiaoyun trusted him on this point. Fei Fei was openly gay, but Ling Xiaoyun’s instincts told him that Fei Fei had his own principles.
In an industry as tough as entertainment, with Fei Fei’s extensive network, he clearly didn’t lack money. If he wanted a partner, he could easily find one.
“Hmm … I think I understand, but I hope this memory will be completely erased.”
“I know. I don’t want to bring it up either, especially since Xiao Fan doesn’t like men.”


On the other hand, unlike Ye Aotian’s situation, Chen Fan had already woken up and gotten out of bed.
Beside him, Zhu Yeqing was looking at him intently.
Chen Fan sighed. Actually, he could get along well with Zhu Yeqing. But since he was the antagonist, if he acted gently and warmly, it wouldn’t suit his role.
“Why are you looking at me? Aren’t you going to make breakfast?”
Zhu Yeqing instantly understood that Chen Fan was playing the part of a villain, nodding dutifully and replying, “Understood, Young Master.”
Zhu Yeqing left the room with a sense of joy.
In reality, the two of them might be very sweet together. But in the novel, this part of the story was portrayed quite simply.
Chen Fan never had any affection for Zhu Yeqing, always treating her like a plaything. He had no real feelings for her whatsoever. Yet, being a transmigrator, Chen Fan couldn’t help but feel a bit of emotion deep down.
However, he still had to pretend. If he didn’t, the storyline wouldn’t develop correctly.
How could an antagonist experience happiness? An antagonist’s life must be filled with hardship and hatred.
An antagonist should never have happy moments; that would defy all logic.
Only the protagonist was allowed a sweet life. Only Ye Aotian can experience such happiness.