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

As expected, his master was right—China was where the true hidden dragons and crouching tigers were found. For the first time, Ye Aotian began to doubt his martial arts training.

Ye Aotian had always trained under his master, who kept telling him that true martial arts were rooted in ancient techniques, but Ye Aotian had always thought it was pure fantasy. However, the five people he encountered in Qincheng made him question his beliefs.

Though these five lacked a systematic approach to killing techniques, their skills and strength were far from ordinary. They were incredibly strong.

Returning to Qincheng had two purposes: revenge and learning from his master’s friends, who could teach him other things.

After some investigation, he had already located their residences.

He needed to get stronger, and Chen Fan—he was becoming more and more of an eyesore.

Just wait, I’ll kill you sooner or later.

At that moment, Chen Fan, who had just finished dinner and was watching TV, sneezed.

Damn it, who’s thinking about me? How strange. Whatever. Time to wash up and go to bed.

After getting ready and snuggling under the blanket, around 10 p.m., Chen Fan quietly drifted off to sleep.

He wondered when Ye Aotian would finally learn martial arts.

There were indeed powerful people in Qincheng, and these individuals would become key to Ye Aotian’s growth. Even Ling Yuyan would teach him many things.

Still, who knew when the drama between the two of them would begin? Basically, as long as they made contact, Chen Fan would have an opportunity to get involved in the situation. Later, he could even kidnap Ling Yuyan and mess with Ye Aotian. Just thinking about it made him a little excited.

Though he had done this numerous times, Chen Fan always got unusually excited before a kidnapping.

At that moment, a noise from the window caught Chen Fan’s attention.

It was raining outside, but the sound was distinct—it wasn’t the sound of raindrops.

Someone’s here?

Chen Fan looked over and saw a strange figure wearing a mask. He immediately closed his eyes.

No need to look; it was definitely Ling Yuyan. She must’ve set her sights on him.

In his memory, she was a thief who robbed the rich to help the poor, but he hadn’t heard of her targeting his home. However, on second thought, he realized that things between him and Ye Aotian hadn’t escalated to life-and-death matters yet. She was probably just stopping by to steal a few things.

Fine, go ahead and take whatever you want. I don’t have anything particularly valuable anyway.

Ling Yuyan entered the room and, seeing the sleeping Chen Fan, took out a scalpel and measured it against his neck.

Chen Fan was confident. Come on, I’m not going to die. After all, I’m the last villain to survive, practically the second male lead.

Ling Yuyan double-checked the situation and, not feeling entirely at ease, lit a candle beside Chen Fan.

Chen Fan recognized it. This candle had a calming effect, helping people sleep soundly once they inhaled its scent. It was one of the professional tools she had crafted herself.

However, Chen Fan thought that if she sold this to insomniacs, she could make a lot more money than by stealing. Too bad she didn’t have the brains for that.

Ling Yuyan began rummaging around the room. From the bookshelf to the wardrobe.

“Not bad. Your taste is pretty decent; you have quite a lot of nice clothes. This watch, a Richard Mille series? Hm, you’re quite wealthy. Oh, this cake is quite good too.”

Big sister, are you out of your mind? You’re here to steal, not to eat and drink!

Ling Yuyan took a bite of the cake and washed it down with some wine. That made Chen Fan’s heart ache. The cake was something he had lined up for hours to buy. And the wine—it was part of his collection.

He hardly ever drank it himself.

Though this world was a novel and Chen Fan had to play his part, don’t forget it’s still a world.

Chen Fan, who valued quality, loved to enjoy life when he wasn’t on duty.

This gluttonous woman was truly toxic. Ling Yuyan took a watch, some cash, and glanced at the paintings on the wall. Since she didn’t understand them, she decided not to take them.

After finishing up, Ling Yuyan looked at Chen Fan and raised her hand as if to slap him, but then put it down.

Ling Yuyan wanted to say, “That’ll teach you for calling me promiscuous,” but the words got stuck in her throat. This startled her. It was then that she realized there was a rule preventing her from saying anything.

“I’ll let you off this time. Don’t fall into my hands, or next time, I won’t be so kind when treating you.”

Why can’t you just shut up and leave after taking the stuff?

After Ling Yuyan climbed out of the window, Chen Fan silently opened his eyes and got up.

He checked his things—good, the wine was still there, and the cake hadn’t been taken. If she had taken those, Chen Fan would’ve been seriously upset.

As for the watch, it was a gift from someone. Originally, it was meant for Jin Lan, but she didn’t want it, so it ended up with Chen Fan.

The watch was actually a fake. But because Chen Fan wore it, no one ever realized.

As for the money—eh, not much, about seventy or eighty bucks.

Chen Fan usually didn’t carry much cash anyway.

He poured himself a little wine and stood by the window, drawing back the curtains. Chen Fan intended to enjoy the sight of the rainy night.

And then—Chen Fan saw Ling Yuyan, and Ling Yuyan saw Chen Fan.

At that moment, she was crouched by the window, and Chen Fan stood there awkwardly, his shirt open.

What the hell.

Chen Fan wanted to kill this woman. How could she be a thief? Doesn’t she know you’re not supposed to hit the same place twice?

Seriously? How am I supposed to act now?

Ling Yuyan was just as stunned.

She was utterly dumbfounded.

What’s going on? That candle should have worked. Why didn’t it affect Chen Fan? What went wrong?

At that moment, Chen Fan had a stroke of genius and pretended to stare off into the distance, acting as if he hadn’t seen Ling Yuyan at all.

Ling Yuyan crawled back into the room and waved a hand in front of Chen Fan’s face.

Chen Fan resisted the urge to blink.

“Phew, just sleepwalking.”

Chen Fan kept standing there, and Ling Yuyan didn’t disturb him.

Instead, she turned on Chen Fan’s computer.

What the hell are you doing? You’re going to check my browsing history?