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

One was vulgar to the extreme, the other elegant to the extreme—that’s why Brother Di came here.
As Ye Zifeng walked into the venue, looking at the familiar faces of people from the imperial capital, and for a moment, he almost couldn’t believe it. Since when had he become so popular?
But when he saw the familiar wheelchair, Ye Zifeng hurriedly ran over and said, “Sis.”
Ye Ziyue said, “Mm, how’ve you been lately?”
“I … I’ve been fine. Why are you here? You came, and the family didn’t send anyone with you? Uh, is it Ghost Face? That’s fine then. Sis … are you here to see me?”
“Sort of. Do your best, don’t embarrass yourself, fight well. It’s okay if you lose—the Ye family isn’t afraid of losing.”
“I won’t lose. I’ll definitely win.”
“Go say hi to your brother.”
“Big bro’s here too?”
Ye Zifeng looked toward the stage, saw Ye Zitian, and nodded at his older brother. He rushed over immediately.
“Big bro.”
“Mm, do your best. Be yourself, don’t embarrass us.”
“I know, I will. I definitely won’t embarrass us.”
And with Ye Zifeng’s arrival, Ye Aotian and Ling Xiaoyun also walked in. Ye Aotian didn’t recognize these people, but Ling Xiaoyun had seen some terrifying figures before.
“Who are these people?”
“You can ignore the others, but there are two you need to remember. One is Ye Zitian, someone from your Ye family, and among this generation of young people, he’s considered the most likely to inherit the family.”
“And the other one?”
“Brother Di, the number one figure among the younger generation. Third-rank strength—though he’s just entered third-rank, he’s the strongest.”
This … for the first time, Ye Aotian felt pressure.
He was at seventh-rank strength, and even against sixth-rank, Ye Aotian didn’t feel intimidated. But Brother Di was third-rank—that’s absolute domination. This strength was definitely no joke.
“He’s very arrogant. Brother Di can be said to be the most arrogant, but at the same time, he’s also the strongest. In everything—anything you can think of—he has to be the best, the most extreme.”
Ye Aotian suddenly burst into wild laughter, and everyone turned to look at him.
The Emperor’s Heart Technique existed in many families’ records, but everyone knew it was incredibly difficult to cultivate. No one had ever succeeded—not even at the beginner level. But this guy did it, and that’s reason enough for a lot of people to take a closer look at him.
Though today, it seemed to be a challenge between Ye Zifeng and Ye Aotian.
Chen Fan observed with satisfaction. This was more like it—this is what you spectators should be doing.
Next up was the competition. Tell me, why does the protagonist always need an audience whenever he fights?
The answer, of course, was that it makes it easier to describe the protagonist’s fight scenes. In novels, fight scenes are hard to depict clearly. To make them vivid and give readers a mental picture, you need serious skill.
With this lousy novel, Chen Fan didn’t think this unfortunate author had that kind of ability. So naturally, they needed the audience to hype things up.
The three stepped into the ring.
No unnecessary nonsense—just straight to action.
This left Chen Fan a bit helpless. Say something, at least! But for now, as long as both sides started fighting, that was enough.
Ling Xiaoyun was at sixth-rank strength, but this sixth-rank was a different concept from the Ye family’s sixth-rank.
Ye Zifeng was at the peak of sixth-rank strength—truly one foot into fifth-rank territory.
…
In one clash, their fists collided, and both stepped back.
The people outside the ring watched calmly, as if they were watching a farce.
Chen Fan didn’t get it.
But the people around were unusually calm, eating and drinking, completely unfazed. One guy even fell asleep. What the hell?
Chen Fan glanced at Ye Ziyue, who wasn’t far from him.
“You staring at me?”
After clearing up past misunderstandings, Jin Lan and Chen Fan had returned to their old dynamic—Jin Lan still had that commanding air, and every time she was around, Chen Fan turned back into that timid secretary.
“I’m looking at her, not you. Seriously, why do you always think I’ve got something against you? Wasn’t that just a misunderstanding before?”
“Oh, I’m just teasing you.”
Chen Fan huffed.
He ignored Jin Lan.
But he was pissed inside. The reason for the current situation was simple—it was Ye Ziyue. Because of this woman’s arrival, the people coming to Qin City had changed.
From small-time players at the start to big shots now. Sure, the protagonist could show off now, but with this crowd, they didn’t even take it seriously. It felt like these three were just kids messing around.
A twist happened in the ring—Ye Zifeng was Ye Zifeng, after all. He sent Ling Xiaoyun flying with one hit.
He looked at Ye Aotian with a proud face and said, “If you kneel, I might spare your life.”
Ye Aotian laughed wildly and said, “Hahahaha, interesting, interesting. Then today, you’ll become my stepping stone.”
With that, red heat radiated from his body. A lot of people in the crowd started gasping. They turned to look at Ye Aotian.
Ye Zifeng was thrilled too and charged straight in, trading punches with Ye Aotian.
One punch each, no defense. Whoever fell was the loser. But this kind of fight was even better at drawing the crowd in.
Everyone started praising them. Ye Aotian hadn’t broken through, but even so, he was going toe-to-toe with Ye Zifeng. That must be the power of the Emperor’s Heart Technique, right?
Brother Di said helplessly, “Ye Aotian’s going to win.”
Everyone followed his voice and looked down. After Ye Aotian was kicked flying by Ye Zifeng, he got up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the heat radiating from him intensified.
At that moment, he stepped into sixth-rank territory.
He walked toward Ye Zifeng step by step. Ye Zifeng threw another punch, but this time Ye Aotian blocked it easily and, with one punch, sent Ye Zifeng flying.
Ye Zifeng spat out a huge mouthful of blood and landed right at Chen Fan’s feet.
After all this, Ye Aotian helped Ling Xiaoyun up, stared intently at Ye Zitian, and said, “I think I’ll be visiting the Ye family.”
“You’re welcome. As long as you have Ye family blood, no matter who you are, the Ye family warmly welcomes you—but only if you’re qualified to compete with us. I hope you won’t disappoint us.”
Ye Aotian smirked with a devilish charm.
But that thought was probably just Chen Fan’s inner commentary—no one in the crowd thought it was impressive. No one thought it was cool either.
Ye Aotian left with his battered body. No one stopped him. From the moment Ye Zitian said those words, Ye Aotian was a Ye family member. No one dared to touch him.
But, well, there’s always someone who dares, right?
Chen Fan lifted his foot and stomped right on Ye Zifeng’s face, saying, “Oh, isn’t this Ye Zifeng? Why do you look like a stray dog? What happened? Did someone beat you?”