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

The whole place went silent.
Chen Fan felt something was off. Uh-oh, did he go too far?
Ye Ziyue and Ye Zimei instantly locked onto Chen Fan. The two of them were ready to make a move.
At that moment, Ye Zitian jumped down and threw a punch.
But the next second, Zhu Yeqing slapped Ye Zitian right across the face. The whole place went silent again.
Chen Fan said, “Oh, come on, this is weak. Aren’t you all from big families? How’s your strength so pathetic? All sixth-rank, huh?”
Ye Zitian was dazed.
Zhu Yeqing said softly, “If you dare disrespect the young master again, don’t blame me for getting serious. And you two women—don’t think just because you’ve chatted with the young master a few times, I won’t act. I could easily crush you both right now.”
Hell yeah, Chen Fan laughed happily. Sure enough, the plot didn’t go off track. In this scene, Zhu Yeqing totally dominated the room.
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In Chen Fan’s eyes, anything below first-rank felt pretty much the same, right? Because there’s not much difference. Just like Zhu Yeqing said, sixth-rank was the sixth-rank.
Chen Fan himself thought he’s sixth-rank entirely because Zhu Yeqing told him so.
At the scene, Chen Fan’s foot was stepping on Ye Zifeng’s head. His gaze was resolute as he looked at Ye Zitian in the distance, as well as the angry sisters.
Ye Zimei and Ye Ziyue, the two sisters, stared daggers at Chen Fan. The diary was one thing, but when it came to Ye family matters, the two couldn’t help but be furious. After all, in theory, this guy was their little brother.
“Chen Fan … what’s your deal?”
Chen Fan looked at Ye Ziyue and said, “What’s my deal? This is my deal—what else could it be? Beating him up! I’ve been annoyed with him for ages. Always acting smug with me, looking down on me—I hate it when people look down on me.”
Nearby, Tao Xiaoyao, playing on her phone, shook her head helplessly.
Probably only these rich kids would be so confused. How did such an impressive young person pop up in a small place like Qin City?
Ye Zitian stared hard at Chen Fan and said, “Are you looking to die? And … you … who are you?”
“My name is Zhu Yeqing. I’m just the young master’s servant, aren’t I, Young Master?”
Chen Fan said, “Yeah, so what? Ye Zitian, what’s with that look? You got a problem with me?”
Ye Zitian’s face still stung like fire. It was because he hadn’t been prepared.
“Today, I’ll make you both die.” This time, Ye Zitian lost a bit of his composure.
Having never suffered a setback in his life, how could someone like Ye Zitian endure this kind of humiliation?
Just as he was about to throw a punch, another slap came flying.
This time, Ye Zitian was dumbfounded again.
“You … what rank are you?”
“Sixth-rank. The young master says I’m sixth-rank, so I’m sixth-rank.”
Brother Di laughed wildly and said, “Hahaha, interesting, so interesting. I never imagined the strongest among the younger generation would be here. I’ll take her on.”
Brother Di leaped down in one swift motion.
Zhu Yeqing didn’t hesitate, throwing a punch that clashed with Brother Di’s fist.
Zhu Yeqing didn’t budge, but Brother Di took a step back.
Cao Zijin watched in shock—damn, this was a perfect flex.
Chen Fan looked at Zhu Yeqing’s hand and said, “You okay?”
“Thank you for your concern, Young Master. I’m fine. It’s a small matter—he can’t beat me.”
Zhu Yeqing stood proudly. Before coming here, the young master had told her that today, they needed to show off. The young master couldn’t display his own martial skills.
So, it had to be her—she was the young master’s face. The young master said that today, this face had to be maxed out, so today, she was invincible.
“You, and you—come at me together.”
Ye Zitian and Brother Di exchanged a glance.
Normally, they wouldn’t take such provocation, but at this moment, they couldn’t refuse. Because Zhu Yeqing had the strength to back up her words.
The two attacked at the same time.
Zhu Yeqing stood her ground, striking back repeatedly.
One used palms, the other used fists, but Zhu Yeqing countered with simple punches.
For a moment, the three of them fought fiercely, locked in an incredible deadlock.
At this point, everyone watching was stunned. What kind of development was this? Damn, in their memory, wasn’t Brother Di supposed to be the strongest? Wasn’t he said to have one foot in second-rank?
How could he look so pathetic now?
And Ye Zitian was third-rank too.
But this woman claimed she was sixth-rank. There were two possibilities: either she really was sixth-rank, which was totally unrealistic, or the second possibility—Chen Fan didn’t understand ancient martial rankings at all.
This Chen Fan guy didn’t know anything—he was just a spoiled rich kid who got lucky with someone like Zhu Yeqing by his side.
Ye Zitian and Brother Di stepped back at the same time.
Their biggest realization was: doesn’t this woman ever get tired?
Meanwhile, Zhu Yeqing smirked helplessly.
In private, ever since she learned that Chen Fan knew martial arts, Zhu Yeqing often sparred with him.
It wasn’t about anything else—it was genuine martial practice. No matter how many times she faced off against the young master, the result was always the same: one punch.
No matter how much she improved her strength, it was meaningless because the young master was just too strong. And Zhu Yeqing had also realized her own strength was formidable—so formidable that it almost felt like an illusion.
Her master had told her once: “If you meet a man who, in just a few days, rises to third-rank strength, it’s not your problem—it’s his.
That man can only be practicing one technique: the Yellow Emperor’s Inner Canon.
Because it’s a complementary technique. Only this wondrous, ancient practice can drastically boost the strength of someone he loves.”
“Then, Master, what about the Emperor’s Heart Technique you mentioned?”
“The Emperor’s Heart Technique is indeed from the same era as the Yellow Emperor’s Inner Canon. But in terms of ranking, think of it this way: the Emperor’s Heart Technique was the worst technique of that era, dead last, while the Yellow Emperor’s Inner Canon was among the top ten.”
Right now, Zhu Yeqing deeply felt it—her inner energy flowed endlessly, clearly much purer than before.
Different techniques yield different foundations.
In truth, Zhu Yeqing had been stuck at third-rank for a long, long time. Her master had told her that if possible, staying at a certain level longer was beneficial—it would make her foundation thicker, and her future potential would be terrifying.
So now, the situation was this: Ye Zitian and Brother Di were going all out, but sadly, Zhu Yeqing hadn’t even broken a sweat.