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

Chen Fan hummed a little tune while changing into a new set of clothes.
“Husband, how about wearing a white suit?”
“Why? I hate white suits.”
Actually, Chen Fan did have a white suit—he’d bought one to try it out, just to see what the author was thinking and why white was supposed to be so cool.
After trying it, Chen Fan firmly concluded that it’s not the white suit that’s cool—it’s the protagonist. He’d look cool in anything.
“Come on, do it for me. Just wear it once.”
Chen Fan was reluctant, but still put it on.
After getting dressed, he drove straight to the set. Because of the heavy rain, he didn’t go looking for Cao Zijin right away. Instead, he headed to Liu Feifei’s RV.
Opening the door, he saw Liu Feifei crying inside and felt a bit thrown off.
“The smell of onions. My nose hasn’t failed me yet. Stop acting in front of me.”
Liu Feifei wiped her eyes and said, “Sigh, just kidding. I just wanted to see you, Brother Chen Fan.”
“I feel like you guys are definitely up to no good. Spill it—what’s going on?”
Liu Feifei said, “Brother Chen Fan, can you cook?”
“Nope. I don’t cook. A man’s hands are for conquering the world, not hovering around a stove.”
“Just make me some egg fried rice, please?”
“No way. Why should I cook for you? I’m not doing it.”
“If … if you don’t, I’ll scream and say you harassed me.”
“Holy crap, please, go ahead and scream. I’m begging you.”
Chen Fan wasn’t afraid of this stuff.
Liu Feifei said, “Fine, I’ll tell you the truth. We’re planning to do something.”
Chen Fan didn’t quite get it.
Liu Feifei pulled Chen Fan over to the window, made him stand there, and quietly kissed him on the cheek.
Chen Fan was baffled and said, “You’re taking advantage of me.”
“Seriously, me and Sister Cao Zijin are planning something.”
“What?”
“We’re going to frame Ye Aotian a little.”
“And then?”
“Then we’ll get someone to tell Ye Zifeng.”
Chen Fan instantly understood what was happening. Damn it—he’d been worried things might spiral out of control. He was a little concerned that what happened next might go beyond his predictions.
If Ye Aotian didn’t show up, things would get tricky—really hard to handle.
A broken plotline was something Chen Fan was terrified of.
“What else do you need me to do?”
“Make me some food, pretty please? Can you?”
Chen Fan said, “Hmm, fine.”
For the sake of the plot, he’d put in some effort. No choice.
Normally, this part of the story had nothing to do with him. He was only supposed to swoop in after the two of them fought, but right now, things were a bit unexpected.
Ye Aotian didn’t show up. This unlucky protagonist—how could you skip work? Whatever, just go with it. As long as Ye Zifeng ends up hating Ye Aotian, it’s fine.
“What do you want to eat? What do you have here?”
“Just some basic stuff.”
Chen Fan opened the fridge and checked. Hmm, not bad—there was quite a bit. He grabbed a knife and started chopping.
What Chen Fan didn’t know was that Liu Feifei had already sent this news to the group chat.
“Hahahaha, this photo’s for sale later. Send the money quick—Chen Fan’s cooking pics!”
“Holy crap.”
Ling Yuyan was stunned and said, “Chen Fan can cook?”
“Of course! I just found out too. And look at his knife skills—he seems really good, like he actually knows how.”
Ling Yuyan said, “I don’t have money, but I want to see. I hope some rich sisters in the group can see through my bluff and let me look for free just this once.”
Lin Qingyue sent some red packets and said, “Keep going, hurry up.”
Everyone grabbed the red packets, and Liu Feifei took a few more angles.
The satisfied girls all gave thumbs-ups. You have to know, Chen Fan was famously lazy, but now it seemed that was all just part of playing the villain.
If he weren’t the villain, Chen Fan would absolutely be the perfect man.
Devoted, loyal, not the type to lose his mind over a pretty girl, and now he could even cook. Born into a wealthy family with a great background, good-looking, and skilled in martial arts. A guy like that not being the male lead was honestly such a waste.
The dish Chen Fan prepared for Liu Feifei wasn’t much—just simple fried rice with a bit of sautéed vegetables.
It was just past 8 a.m. She’d just had breakfast, and now she was eating this? He seriously wondered if this girl thought she’d live too long and wanted to stuff herself to death or something.
“Hmm, done. Eat up. What else do you need me to do?”
“Nothing much. You could feed me, though.”
“Do you not have hands or something? What are you thinking, pulling this on me? Daydreaming, huh?”
Liu Feifei huffed and ignored Chen Fan.
Instead, she lowered her head and started eating.
Meanwhile, Ye Aotian was lounging with his legs up, lighting a cigarette, and said, “This won’t be a problem, right?”
“No problem. I don’t mind it much.”
Chen Fan smoked his cigarette, waiting to see how things would unfold.
Over at the set, Ye Zifeng was getting scolded by the director.
“Even though you’ve got status, on this set, I hope you understand—I don’t want any sloppiness with the filming.”
Ye Zifeng said, “I know, but I still can’t get into the right headspace.”
“Is it really that hard to act heartbroken? Have you never been heartbroken?”
“No, Director, I really haven’t. Hold on, let me get into it.”
Meanwhile, someone quietly passed by and whispered something.
“I just saw Ye Aotian and Liu Feifei together in her RV. Tsk tsk, pretty intense.”
?????
Ye Zifeng grabbed the passing staff member and said, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing much … just … I saw Ye Aotian go into Liu Feifei’s RV earlier.”
“You … Are you serious? For real?”
“Yes, I even took a photo.”
Ye Zifeng picked up the photo and gave it a quick look. In the picture, Liu Feifei was kissing the cheek of someone in a white suit. There was only one person who wore a white suit: Ye Aotian.
Ye Zifeng’s anger flared up instantly—he completely lost it.
The director looked at Ye Zifeng and said, “This expression is great. Hold it, hold it, keep it going. Wait a sec, don’t rush. Take it slow. The camera’s getting ready over here. Kneel in the rain soon and cry your heart out, got it?”
Ye Zifeng nodded. He instantly dropped to his knees.
And let out a wild, howling cry.
In that moment, he fully got into character. Ye Zifeng actually had decent acting skills—after all, in a wealthy family, someone always had to play the actor.