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

If Ye Zifeng really said her name, Chen Fan could rant about Ye Zimei for three hours straight without repeating himself.
“Oh, maybe I was overthinking it then,” Ye Zifeng said casually. “But interesting things are happening more and more. Actually … Xiaoli was my undercover agent.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“Nothing much. Just thought I’d let you know. Hahaha. What do you think—will my brother go after you?”
“Not my problem. Cao Zijin was the one who approached me first.”
“Yeah, that’s true. Cao Zijin chose you.”
“But you do realize … she only picked you because she thought you were weak, right? You must know that Cao Zijin’s real goal is to use you as a stepping stone to retake the Cao family.”
Chen Fan let out a tired sigh.
This plotline was indeed real. It was also the reason why he and Cao Zijin needed to have an argument later on. Needed to fight. This was classic manipulation.
But he had to admit—Ye Zifeng’s words had an effect.
But now, the situation was a bit special. Cao Zijin seemed to have predicted that he would eventually try to hit her, so she had been subtly currying favor with him.
Most importantly—every single time, she left him with nothing to say in return.
The only chance he had to bully someone was slipping away. Chen Fan was frustrated beyond belief.
“I think I understand this situation better than you do. And my Chen family understands it well too.”
“Oh? You
it, yet you still married Cao Zijin?”
Chen Fan thought about it for a moment.
Since dealing with Ye Zifeng didn’t require worrying about long-term consequences, that meant … he didn’t need to follow the script anymore. As long as Ye Zifeng got crippled, the result would be the same. The rest didn’t matter.
As long as the protagonist remained intact, the plot wouldn’t collapse.
“Because,” Chen Fan smirked, “your Ye family needs Cao Zijin. Your brother needs Cao Zijin. So, I married her. Purely just to disgust your Ye family.”
Ye Zifeng glared at Chen Fan. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
Chen Fan shrugged. “Nothing much. My Chen family knew this. We knew I was a useless piece of trash. So, we specifically sought out Cao Zijin and made some promises. Even if I really am trash and can’t carry on the Chen family’s legacy, Cao Zijin will continue to uphold it. Even if the Chen family seems to have disappeared, our roots remain. And as long as the roots remain, there’s no problem.”
Ye Zifeng sneered. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen someone so casually admit that they’re a useless piece of trash.”
“Why fight it?” Chen Fan said indifferently. “I did some digging—your brother is obsessed with Cao Zijin. He even pursued me for her. But let me tell you a little secret. You must tell your brother this.”
Ye Zifeng narrowed his eyes.
“Every morning when I wake up, I slap Cao Zijin across the face. Your brother’s ‘goddess’? She’s just my punching bag.”
“You’re bluffing.”
Chen Fan was only acting so recklessly because Ye Zifeng wasn’t important to the plot. The core requirement was to keep Ye Aotian’s storyline intact. As long as that remained stable, everything else could be thrown into chaos.
When the right moment came, Ye Aotian would show off, conveniently level up, and then everything would fall into place.
As long as that much was secured—a minor character like Ye Zifeng? Chen Fan could crush him anytime. The only reason he hadn’t killed him yet was because he wanted to savor the moment. After all, in novels, villains rarely got many chances to act smug.
Chen Fan waved his hand.
Cao Zijin immediately ran over.
“Hubby, what’s wrong?”
“I told him that I slap you every morning, but he doesn’t believe me.”
“Aiyoo~ Hubby, why are you telling outsiders about that~?”
“... Huh?”
Cao Zijin sighed. “Fine. It’s true. Zifeng, tell your brother to give up on me. Just marry some random woman instead. Waiting for me … it’s not a good idea. My heart already belongs to my husband.”
Ye Zifeng was completely dumbfounded.
Ye Zifeng stood up, pointed at Chen Fan, and roared, “I’m going to kill you!”
He lunged—
But the next second, a foot slammed into his chest, sending him flying.
Chen Fan crossed his legs and smirked.
“Brother, did you really think I’d walk around without bodyguards?”
Tao Xiaoyao yawned and continued playing on her phone.
Ye Zifeng scrambled to his feet. “Who the hell are you?”
“Devil. Look it up.”
Ye Zifeng instantly became alert.
His intel was incomplete. Why the hell was Number Seven refusing to sell information on Chen Fan?!
This guy, could it be that he was actually friends with Number Seven? But that was impossible! Number Seven never had friends. They only dealt in information trading.
Looks like he needed to rethink his entire plan. The current situation was completely against him.
At that moment, the director’s voice called out, breaking the tension. The movie still needed to be filmed.
After Cao Zijin finished her scenes, she left with Chen Fan.
She also needed to prepare. Because of Ye Zimei. She needed a new strategy to deal with her.
Meanwhile, interestingly, Xiaoli’s scenes were finished as well.
After the crowd had dispersed, Xiaoli stared at the message on her phone and sighed before replying.
“Ling Xiaoyun, I need to tell you something. Actually … I’m not as good as you think I am. I’m not some pure woman.”
“I … I know. But that … doesn’t mean we can’t meet, right?” Ling Xiaoyun had never pursued a girl before. He just felt that this girl—was the one he needed.
In truth, this was the effect of the martial art technique. A sinister cultivation method, designed specifically to take revenge on men. However, if one’s willpower was strong enough, it could be controlled.
In fact, it could even benefit men.
There were pros and cons, but, who could resist the temptation of gaining power quickly?
It was both an opportunity and a deep abyss.
And this was Ye Zimei. She never deliberately harmed anyone—she simply handed them a double-edged sword and let them decide for themselves.
Her philosophy was balance—whatever you gain, you must lose something in return.
“You … you’re really an idiot. I … I’m sorry. I was overthinking things.”
“Huh? What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly saying that?”
“Nothing, I just thought too much. It’s nothing. I got a little too into the role earlier, but I’m back to normal now. So, what did you want to talk about, handsome?”
“Nothing much. Just wanted to see what you were up to.”
“Oh, I just finished filming. How about we grab dinner together?”
“Uh … Sure! I’ll book a restaurant and come pick you up.”
Xiaoli nodded.
After hanging up, Ling Xiaoyun immediately got up to find some clothes to wear. Normally, he always wore suits. When he had to move around, he’d wear sportswear. But now, suddenly needing to dress up for a date, he was completely lost.
“Sis, what are you doing?”
“Waiting to die. Why?”
“I … I have a date. Help me pick out an outfit.”
Ling Yuyan’s intuition screamed at her—Xiaoli had changed.