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

Moreover, this plot’s core involves both the entertainment industry and industrial development.
In simple terms, it’s likely just giving the protagonist a massive, self-sustaining industry that generates money automatically, and then the protagonist looks awesome, and that’s it.
“What about Ye Aotian’s strength?”
“No idea. My father wants me to give him some books to read, saying it’s what Ye Aotian deserves. I’m so frustrated and helpless. You guys are really lucky.”
This was the most painful part for Ye Ziyue. Because of her father, she had no idea how to handle things. Family meant a lot to Ye Ziyue. You could tell from that incident with Ye Zifeng—when Chen Fan hit him, Ye Ziyue still got angry.
But now, Ye Ziyue’s greater conflict stemmed from the fact that Chen Fan’s shadow was gradually taking root in her heart. The kind she couldn’t shake off. She even dreamed of Chen Fan during her naps, which terrified her.  She was afraid of falling in love with Chen Fan.
“Give me some advice.”
“How about running away from home?”
“Get lost.”
Ye Ziyue said, “Enough with the nonsense. I like something Chen Fan once said: ignoring your family for an outsider is honestly laughable.”
Cao Zijin said, “I thought you were the type to cut ties with your parents for the one you love.”
“Be realistic. Stop talking nonsense. Tell me, what do I do?”
Cao Zijin said, “Simple. Just do what you’re supposed to do normally. Don’t do anything extra. Live your life as you want. Even if you don’t do these things, Ye Aotian will still rise. You can’t stop him.”
“Damn it … I’m so pissed off!”
“Well, there is one way.”
“Spit it out. You’ve got the most tricks up your sleeve.”
Cao Zijin said, “Theoretically, Ye Aotian really likes you, loves you.”
“I know.”
“And you love Chen Fan. I think that’s a great angle.”
The call was promptly hung up.
Back here, Cao Zijin shook her head helplessly. She knew Ye Ziyue would follow her suggestion, but whether she actually liked Chen Fan was uncertain.
Cao Zijin had always used this tactic: to ruin someone, you don’t need to treat them well. Do nothing, let things take their course, and occasionally say a word or two, and the guy will fall head over heels for the woman.
She gathered the major resources on the table and looked at the venture capital industry chain, decisively settling on this project without hesitation.
Financial institutions—stocks, venture capital, futures, and the like.
The Chen family had a significant presence in this area, as evidenced by their real estate holdings. The Chen family indeed had considerable expertise in this field.
Traditional, inheritance-focused families always liked to hold onto old assets.
Since Ye Aotian chose venture capital, her side would also choose venture capital, naturally tying Chen Fan’s story into it.
What Cao Zijin didn’t know was that, in reality, it was indeed venture capital.
Chen Fan had no experience with other companies. Although Chen Tianqiang was the boss of the family, other industries couldn’t be managed by an outsider.
Although Qincheng’s pharmaceutical business was stable, the stock value Cao Zijin brought would decline. Because no fan could accept their beloved goddess getting married.
So, theoretically, Qincheng’s pharmaceutical business was half-crippled. If it weren’t for the products holding it up, it would’ve gone bankrupt long ago.
Meanwhile, Ye Aotian’s side was thriving. After all, his life-saving soup was a genuinely beneficial product that truly helped people.
Chen Fan’s ventures, while profitable, were too vulgar and couldn’t be showcased publicly.
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a girl walked in, saying, “Um … what should I do?”
Cao Zijin turned to look at Wu Meiniang, coughed, and said, “Put some clothes on. Don’t dress like that.”
“I am dressed!”
A simple white shirt and athletic shorts—that was Wu Meiniang’s at-home look.
She rarely wore much at home, but outside, she still had to be somewhat mindful.
“You’d be a pity if you didn’t become a model.”
“Uh … my master also said I’m good-looking, but I’m … too tall. So, what can I do?”
“Why come to me?”
Wu Meiniang said, “I don’t know, but I just feel like I should come to you. It feels like you can give me a path.”
Wu Meiniang was a bit confused. Her goals were simple: one, to protect the Chen family, meaning Chen Fan; and two, to kill Di Junsi.
Why kill him? She didn’t know. Her master told her to, so she just needed to follow through. But now, Chen Fan was so strong that she felt completely outmatched.
“It’s not that complicated. As long as you listen to me from now on, you can still accomplish your tasks.”
“Mm … tell me.”
Cao Zijin said, “I’ll give you two goals. First, you need to listen to me. When Chen Fan tries to hit me, you help me hit him back.”
“Okay, but I’m worried Chen Fan will beat me up. He hits really hard. I’ve never been hit that hard before.”
“No worries, don’t worry. He won’t hit you.”
Wu Meiniang nodded.
“And … the second one?”
Cao Zijin said, “Do you know the word ‘love’?”
“I know! I even know how to write it.”
Cao Zijin’s face instantly darkened. She suddenly understood why Ye Ziyue didn’t want to deal with Liu Feifei. Communicating with a fool as a smart person was truly a universal challenge.
“Romantic love, got it? You’re thirty, not young anymore. You’re a grown woman.”
“Oh … I don’t know. What’s that? Is it tasty?”
“It’s not tasty. It’s bitter. Forget it, let’s put it this way: you like Chen Fan, right?”
“No way! I just met him, and he hit me. Why would I like Chen Fan?”
That logic was impeccable.
Cao Zijin grabbed her hair, suddenly coming up with an idea. She said, “Alright, I get it. How about this: just try liking him a little. If you like Chen Fan, if you fall in love with him, when he hits you in the future, it won’t hurt as much.”
Wu Meiniang nodded.
Then she ran out.
Ten seconds later, Chen Fan’s furious roar echoed.
“Cao Zijin, if you keep corrupting the people around me, I swear I’ll smack you! You believe me? Are you looking for trouble? Got nothing better to do all day?”
Cao Zijin laughed wildly in her room, quietly opening a group chat and typing, “Number Seven, you there?”
“Eating. What’s up?”
“Need a favor.”
Number Seven put down their wontons and typed, “What favor? Spill it.”
“Can you hack into the Di family?”
“I can, but only electronic devices. Anything else is tough. You big families love keeping records on paper, and that stuff can’t be controlled by computers.”
Cao Zijin said, “Then can you get some videos of Meilan?”
“Forget it, no chance. I know what you’re thinking. Even getting photos is hard enough. Videos? That’s a pipe dream. I’m going back to eating. Nothing else, right?”
Cao Zijin sighed. She actually wanted to give Ye Aotian a gift—a bigger gift.
Feifei was just the first gift for Ye Aotian, so Meilan would be the second.
Meanwhile, at the Qian family, Qian Daode, who had been scolded, returned to his room helplessly and lay down.
He’d been reprimanded and beaten because Qian Wuyue, his elder brother, had been disciplined, and Qian Daode hadn’t stepped in to help.
Back in his room, he looked out at the darkening sky and took out his phone with a sigh.
Today, he was happy, having gained two joys. One was Ye Aotian’s friendship—he’d finally found someone who appreciated him.
The second was getting Meilan’s contact information.
“Sis … you there?”
“Little chubby brother, I’m pretty old, you know. Call me auntie, not sis.”
“No … I think you’re really young!”
Meilan smiled helplessly and said, “Alright, whatever you want. What’s up?”
“Nothing, just wanted to chat with you.”
“Got bullied?”