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

“I … Let’s talk seriously. I know what outsiders say about me—my parents have mentioned it too. But I understand who’s good to me. I’m not so clueless that I can’t tell right from wrong. Still, our family has its old rules.”
“You call the shots. Husband is the greatest. I don’t even dare to have private savings. Husband is the best.”
“You should know Ye Zimei, right? That woman’s a devil, but I want to talk about something else.”
Chen Fan didn’t respond.
“That talented woman—she represents all the orthodox martial arts of the Ye family. Similarly, Ye Zimei represents all the unorthodox, sinister techniques of the Ye family.”
“Hm, I get the gist. So, these two are the most formidable, right?”
“You can’t underestimate the others either. Hmm, how should I put it? I didn’t expect so many people to show up. In previous years, there were also Ye family duels, and I’ve heard from the older generation that a lot of people went to watch back then too. But this time, I suspect it has to do with Ye Ziyue.”
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Zhu Yeqing pushed it open and said, “Young Master, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Hm, go ahead. What is it?”
“Someone’s here to visit. They say they’re looking for you and want to have some tea at your place.”
“My house isn’t a tea shop. Who is it?”
“A woman in a wheelchair.”
Chen Fan and Cao Zijin instantly became alert. Cao Zijin immediately pulled out a mirror, checked her makeup, and then clung to Chen Fan’s arm.
“Husband … I’m scared.”
“It’s fine. Your husband’s got this.”
The two went downstairs.
In the living room, there were three people. A girl was looking around curiously, while a masked woman in black stood behind a woman in a wheelchair.
The woman in the wheelchair, dressed in a light blue qipao, was looking at Chen Fan.
“Hello, Chen Fan. My name is Ye Ziyue.”
Chen Fan looked at Ye Ziyue and said, “Cripple?”
Ye Zimei instantly perked up, giving a thumbs-up.
Ye Ziyue chuckled and said, “Yes, indeed a cripple. Sorry you had to see that, Young Master Chen.”
“No need for all that ‘Young Master’ stuff. My wife told me you’re that talent women everyone talks about, and that she lost to you?”
“Just a narrow victory.”
“If you’re her, you should be good at poetry, right? Come on, recite a poem for me.”
Ghost Face silently observed Chen Fan. She genuinely thought Chen Fan was tired of living. Wasn’t this guy a transmigrator? How could he be so reckless? Oh, right—he has to play the villain.
Ye Ziyue said, “Can’t we just chat calmly?”
Chen Fan grinned and said, “Sure we can, but I’m just curious why my wife lost to you. By the way, your legs—do they have no feeling or what?”
“No feeling at all.”
Chen Fan quickly walked up to Ye Ziyue, reached out, and pinched her leg.
Ye Ziyue smiled and said, “Sorry you had to see that, Young Master Chen. There’s really no sensation at all.”
If it weren’t for knowing Chen Fan was acting, Cao Zijin would’ve probably started cursing. Say what you will, her husband’s acting skills were top-notch. He played the villain role to perfection—anyone else would hate him for this.
But in his heart, Chen Fan actually felt bad. His moral compass was decent enough; he couldn’t bring himself to make outrageous demands of a girl with disabled legs.
“Alright, I’ll stop messing with you. I just wanted to see what kind of person you are. Uh, sorry about that.”
Because in that fleeting moment, Chen Fan saw the inferiority in Ye Ziyue’s eyes. That trace of self-doubt softened his heart, making it hard to keep up the act.
“Zhu Yeqing, prepare some tea.”
Ye Ziyue paused and said, “Young Master Chen, what’s this?”
“Nothing much. I just don’t feel like playing anymore. Bullying you isn’t fun—I can’t do it. It’s not that I look down on you or anything, I just … forget it, I won’t explain. Damn it.”
This part puzzled Chen Fan too. The author must be an idiot.
In this novel, the woman Chen Fan felt the most sorry for was actually Ye Ziyue, the third female lead, right in front of him.
Though she didn’t have much screen time, when reading the novel, what stood out most about this girl was her tragedy. The opposite of the second female lead, Liu Feifei.
One was a girl overflowing with luck, the other a girl plagued by misfortune.
Cao Zijin also noticed something off about Chen Fan.
“Zhu Yeqing, what are you standing there for? Didn’t you hear? Are you deaf? Hurry up and get the tea ready for our guest.”
Cao Zijin closely observed Chen Fan. Was this … him unable to keep acting? She hadn’t expected her husband to have such a soft side.
Chen Fan pretended to head to the bathroom.
The female leads who saw the diary update all froze.
Cao Zijin stared intently at the woman in front of her—Ye Ziyue.
Ye Ziyue, meanwhile, wore a victor’s expression and said, “Did you win?”
“I … how about we have a drink?”
“Sorry, last time we drank, you lost to me and didn’t wake up for three days. Did you forget?”
At that moment, Liu Feifei passed through the hall and spotted Ye Ziyue.
She instantly perked up, ran over, and said, “Wow, Sister, your outfit—is this a Republic-era student style?”
“Yes, it is … What’s up?”
“It’s so pretty! Give me the link—I want to buy one too.”
Everyone turned to look at Liu Feifei. It seemed that whenever this girl showed up, the entire atmosphere in the hall lightened up.
“Sister, your legs …”
“They’re useless.”
“Oh … Then how do you go to the bathroom, Sister?”
Cao Zijin mentally gave Liu Feifei a thumbs-up. To deal with someone as clever as a monster, you needed a fool like this.
Because fools always win.
Ye Zimei, off to the side, was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face. This was just too hilarious.