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

His injuries had worsened. Because he had taken a blow to the head but still forcibly circulated his internal energy, he was now on the verge of losing consciousness. But his unwavering determination told him that today, he
to save Liu Feifei.
Step by step, he climbed the stairs.
Cao Zijin yawned and said, “Good luck, I’m rooting for you.”
“Mind your own business. You should be preparing to collect Chen Fan’s corpse.”
“You dare? You don’t. Chen Fan won’t die. The only thing you can do today is rescue Liu Feifei—nothing more.”
“I … You’re right. I really can only take Liu Feifei away today. But I don’t think this will end so simply. Right now, I’ve reached the Sixth Rank in strength. Do you know what that means? It means I’ve stepped into a whole new realm.”
“Wow, so impressive! Keep it up!”
“Mm, I’m looking forward to it.” Ye Aotian slowly pushed open the door.
Inside the room, Chen Fan was holding Liu Feifei while stepping on Miao Lingyu.
“Oh, you’re here? So, how do you like the gift I prepared for you?”
Ye Aotian stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
On the floor, both Miao Lingyu and Miao Lingyin had collapsed. And Chen Fan was stepping on their heads.
In the distance, Ling Yuyan was also lying on the ground, clearly injured. Her hands looked severely wounded.
Ye Aotian swore that in this lifetime, he would never allow his women to suffer even the slightest injury. But now, all these women were hurt, and worse, they were being trampled under Chen Fan’s foot.
Chen Fan casually tossed Liu Feifei aside, stood up, and said, “What’s wrong? Angry? Come on, hit me.”
Ye Aotian was burning with rage and shouted, “Don’t push me! If you keep going, we’ll both go down together!”
“Then do it. What are you waiting for?”
With that thought, Chen Fan lifted his foot and stepped harder on Miao Lingyu.
Miao Lingyu almost wanted to cry.
Ye Aotian completely snapped. His boundless fury caused the Emperor’s Heart Technique* inside him to circulate at an incredible speed.
At this moment, with his newly increased strength, he felt as if the entire world was under his control.
This absolute power made him feel that maybe—just maybe—killing Chen Fan right now wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“In that case, go to hell!” His fist came crashing forward.
Chen Fan closed his eyes calmly.
The fist landed directly on Chen Fan’s chest. With an explosive force … Chen Fan didn’t even budge an inch.
Instead—Ye Aotian’s entire arm snapped. His body flew backward and crashed to the ground.
In an instant, he lost consciousness.
**?!*
Chen Fan had estimated Ye Aotian’s strength had increased, so he had raised his own defense slightly—just by two percent. And yet, he had still overestimated him.
There was a bug in the original novel’s setting. In the book, Chen Fan had indeed been punched, but he only suffered minor injuries—nothing serious.
But that wasn’t realistic. A Sixth Rank martial artist’s punch could literally shatter a normal person’s skull. Yet, somehow, Chen Fan had miraculously survived and continued causing trouble for the protagonist.
So, he had no choice but to fix this inconsistency in the plot.
But now … he had overdone it.
Chen Fan slumped onto the sofa, staring at the mess in front of him, completely at a loss for what to do.
The three women slowly got up.
Ling Yuyan checked on Ye Aotian and clicked her tongue.
“Tsk tsk tsk. He’s probably crippled. His internal energy is in complete disarray.”
“Take him away.”
Chen Fan didn’t believe the protagonist would actually die. After all, he was the main character—if he really died, then in the next second, time would reset and he’d be forced to relive everything all over again.
That was inevitable.
Ling Yuyan scoffed, “I don’t care. If he dies, he dies. Has nothing to do with me. I’m leaving now~ Don’t miss me, Chen Fan!”
Miao Lingyu glared at him angrily.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Chen Fan smirked.
“Yeah, so what? You gonna hit me?”
“I … I was just saying. Why are you yelling so loud? You scared me to death.”
Miao Lingyin chuckled and said, “Young Master Chen, we won’t disturb you any further. We’ve troubled you today—that was our fault. Another day, we’ll personally visit to apologize.”
“It’s fine. Just leave.”
The two prepared to leave when Chen Fan suddenly said, “Oh, right, take that guy with you.”
Liu Feifei froze for a moment. “Huh …? I have to leave too? No! I’m really happy here! I don’t wanna go! I haven’t even finished eating!”
Chen Fan acted swiftly, packing everything up in plastic bags and shoving them into Liu Feifei’s arms.
Then, with one strong kick, he sent them all flying—protagonist included.
The female leads glanced at each other, sighed helplessly, and left.
As for Ye Aotian? No one cared about him at all.
“Brother, we’re leaving now.”
Ling Xiaoyun looked at Ling Yuyan and asked, “What about Ye Aotian?”
“He’s probably dead? I don’t know. Go check near the entrance—I saw him just now.”
“And you guys?”
“Uh … A mysterious person suddenly showed up and defeated us. Now that we’ve rescued the person, we’re heading back. Brother, you should carry Ye Aotian out.”
Ling Xiaoyun, his body battered and broken, struggled up the stairs.
Cao Zijin pointed. “Over there.”
Ling Xiaoyun saw Ye Aotian lying on the ground, barely breathing. Silently, he hoisted him onto his back.
Given the current situation, he needed to seek help from the sect elders.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan yawned and stood by the window, watching as Ling Xiaoyun carried Ye Aotian away.
Chen Fan sighed and forced himself to cough up a mouthful of blood before collapsing onto the sofa.
Zhu Yeqing entered the room, saw him, and immediately ran over. “Young Master, are you … are you okay?”
Chen Fan, irritated, growled, “I’m furious right now! I want to kill him! I want Ye Aotian dead!”
Zhu Yeqing began unbuttoning her clothes.
Chen Fan almost spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Take me to the hospital. I have zero interest in you right now.”
Zhu Yeqing blushed. “I’m sorry, Young Master, I misunderstood. I’ll take you to the hospital immediately.”
Chen Fan massaged his temples.