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

By around 7 p. m., Chen Fan took his group to a restaurant. There was a specially reserved room upstairs where they could eat and sing karaoke—all in one, a convenient setup.
It was all about keeping things simple.
Chen Fan and his group arrived first since it was his event, so naturally, they had to be there early.
Soon, the director and a few key crew members arrived as well. Seeing the situation, they sensibly sat off to the side, a bit farther away.
Cao Zijin said, “Director, the person who’ll drink with you will be here soon.”
The director said, “No need, no need. Let’s keep it simple, simple.”
Cao Zijin pinched Chen Fan, but he didn’t budge him.
But Chen Fan understood what this woman meant. He slammed the table and said, “What’s this? Director, are you not giving me face? Or are you saying my arrangements aren’t as good as Ye Aotian’s? What’s this ‘simple’ nonsense? Bring on the real stuff—get some people here now, hurry up!”
Chen Fan smugly showcased his acting skills. Sure enough, playing the villain suited him. Look at this swagger, this domineering attitude.
The director said, “Alright, alright, I didn’t mean it that way. I just thought, with ladies present, it might not be appropriate for us guys.”
Liu Feifei said, “Oh, Director, you’re being coy. I know all about it—you guys love finding women. You do it wherever you go.”
The director said, “How can you say that, Feifei? You can’t talk like that—you’re picking up bad habits.”
And just as everyone was chatting, the door was pushed open. Ye Aotian arrived with his group.
Xiaolan, by Ye Aotian’s side, was playfully holding his arm.
Tch.
Her face, prideful. She was wearing a blue tight-fitting outfit. But when Xiaolan saw the women by Chen Fan’s side, her confidence instantly vanished, and she lowered her head.
In terms of aura, looks, even figure—she lost in every way. They weren’t even on the same level.
Ye Aotian naturally noticed too. Aside from envy, there was hatred.
It had to be that way.
At that moment, Xiaoli also walked in with Ling Xiaoyun. Xiaoli had dressed up a bit too, elevating her look a notch.
Hm, quite a bit higher than Xiaolan, but compared to Cao Zijin and the others, she was still far, far behind. But she was one of the few women not involved with Chen Fan.
Ye Aotian’s eyes lit up. As expected, this woman didn’t disappoint him—she’d even worn his favorite black tight skirt to come here.
Over here, Ye Aotian took a seat with his group. Ling Xiaoyun and Zheng Shaoyang followed, each finding a spot.
Cao Zijin propped up her chin, carefully observing these three men.
“Honey, let me ask you something.”
“Go ahead.”
“Why are you being so gruff?”
Cao Zijin said, “If I were to chat with Ye Zimei, would you get mad?”
“… Who’s Ye Zimei? I’ve never heard of her. Is she Ye Zifeng’s sister or something?”
Cao Zijin said: “Yes, Ye Zifeng wants to deal with you, so I was thinking, why not find some help or something? I had someone investigate, and I didn’t expect that the Ye family is really brutal—even more ruthless than our Cao family.”
“How so?”
Although he already knew the outcome, he still needed to ask about it.
“It seems the Ye family operates like a gu-raising system. Regardless of who it is, as long as they have the Ye family bloodline, they actually have the right to inherit the position of the Ye family head. I suspect Ye Aotian does too.”
“Heh, that’s even better. I was worried Ye Aotian didn’t have enough cards to play against me. I didn’t expect the Ye family to be involved—that makes it even more satisfying.”
“But Ye Zimei seems to have that ambition too. I suspect Xiaoli is a mole.”
“And then?”
“But I found out that Xiaoli’s real master is actually Ye Zimei. Tell me, what does Ye Zimei want to do?”
“How would I know? I don’t recognize any of the people you’re talking about. I suggest you focus on your own business. I’m here to watch your antics, and if this farce doesn’t satisfy me, I might just hit you.”
“Hmph … all you know is hitting me. Besides hitting me, what else can you do?”
“Kick you.”
At that moment, Ye Zifeng walked in, greeting everyone. Ye Zifeng kept it simple—he just brought a bodyguard with him. The bodyguard didn’t sit but stood behind Ye Zifeng.
Honestly, Chen Fan felt that Ye Zifeng was more like a protagonist—no, more like a villain. Arrogant, calculating in his actions, and adept at reading the situation—he was practically a mastermind.
But one must know, in the later plot, Ye Zifeng’s older brother was an even more formidable existence.
However, that was all for later.
With Ye Zifeng’s arrival, Jin Lan soon walked in as well.
As soon as the door opened, Cao Zijin and Liu Feifei exchanged a glance and silently gave a thumbs-up.
This woman had won. Damn, this woman had truly won. A total victory.
Chen Fan looked at Jin Lan in front of him, feeling a bit unaccustomed. Not only had Jin Lan changed into new clothes today, but she’d even put on some special makeup—normally, she only wore light makeup.
She carried a simple crossbody bag, exuding the unmistakable air of a refined lady.
But combined with the tempering of her official career, there was an authoritative vibe that made people defer to her.
Ye Zifeng was the first to stand up, pulling out a chair, saying, “I didn’t expect you’d actually come. Come, sit here, sit her.”
Jin Lan didn’t even acknowledge him and instead sat directly next to Cao Zijin.
Ye Zifeng felt a bit awkward.
Cao Zijin said, “Big Brother Zifeng, don’t be upset. How could Sister Jin Lan sit next to you? You like her, but you’ve got to give her time to adjust, right? Sitting next to me is fine—don’t worry, I’ll protect her for you.”
Chen Fan had to admit, when it came to controlling the scene, Cao Zijin was absolutely number one.
She was ruthless enough.