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

At this moment, Chen Fan had no choice but to remain still. He could clearly feel that this woman was browsing through his computer, but he had to play his role well.

Chen Fan’s current act was sleepwalking. Only by pretending to sleepwalk could he explain the current situation.

Ling Yuyan opened Chen Fan’s computer and browsed through each folder.

As strange sounds began to play in the room, Ling Yuyan chuckled and said, “Not bad, your tastes are similar to mine.”

I knew it—you’re such a pervert. Damn.

What exactly is this woman looking for? I’m not the type of person who possesses any secrets or important files, am I?

Actually, Ling Yuyan was trying to confirm one thing—where Chen Fan kept his diary. Was it a physical journal, or was it stored on his computer?

After confirming that the diary wasn’t on the computer, Ling Yuyan slumped powerlessly into the chair.

How strange. Could there really be some unknown force at play?   

For now, Ling Yuyan was sure of one thing: she could see Chen Fan’s diary. As for why he wrote the diary, she didn’t care.

However, discussing the diary’s content with Chen Fan would result in being unable to speak, meaning she couldn’t let him know that she knew about the diary.

But what about the plot?

From Chen Fan’s diary rants, it seemed like the plot could be changed. In other words, the female leads didn’t necessarily have to live according to the predetermined script.

But this theory still needed some testing.

Leaning back, her head accidentally touched Chen Fan.

“Ah!”

Ling Yuyan was startled and quickly turned to look at Chen Fan.

At that moment, Chen Fan was staring off into the distance, not looking at her.

“You’re such a strange sleepwalker, muttering all kinds of nonsense.”

After checking the computer, she got up and saw that Chen Fan hadn’t moved. She went over to the bookshelf and started inspecting it. She flipped through several books.

“Who would’ve thought? You’ve been hiding your true self. You’ve read quite a lot, haven’t you? Interesting, a rich second generation pretending to be a fool.”

She casually picked up a book, waved it in front of Chen Fan, and then left.

Chen Fan moved to the window. After confirming multiple times that the woman wasn’t coming back, he let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened his computer.

Thank goodness, thank goodness—all the videos I saved are still here. Damn, this woman is nuts.

Actually, most of the plot in the story would unfold at his workplace, with very little happening at home. So, this house was almost like a blank space in the novel’s world—a place where Chen Fan could rest and enjoy life.

Sitting in front of the computer, he opened it and checked his diary.

It seems like she didn’t find anything.

Interesting, really interesting.

[Damn, she scared the hell out of me. What’s wrong with this woman? It’s the middle of the night, and instead of finding the protagonist, she comes to mess with me, the villain?]

[And she drugged me too! That sleep-inducing candle of hers—why not sell it for money? Wouldn’t that be better than robbing the rich to help the poor?]

[She’s just addicted to stealing; there’s no cure for it. She was born this way.]

[And checking my browsing history? What, don’t you have your own sites? If you want, I’ll give you some.]

[Hahaha, she’s going to cry if she tries to sell that watch—it’s fake, haha.]

Meanwhile, Ling Yuyan, who had just returned home and changed out of her night attire, was completely dumbfounded.

What does he mean? Pretending to sleep? So, he was faking sleepwalking too? Does that mean all my tricks were useless against him? What kind of person is this guy?

That candle was made from traditional Chinese medicine that her elders couldn’t even resist. Could it be that this guy knows ancient martial arts?

No, that doesn’t make sense. When I measured his abilities earlier, he didn’t seem particularly strong. Wait.

Ling Yuyan recalled a detail: when she placed the scalpel on Chen Fan’s neck, it didn’t draw any blood.

You have to know, her scalpel was custom-made.

Ling Yuyan had two main weapons: a scalpel, used for both close combat and long-range attacks, and silver needles, used as hidden weapons in close quarters. Normally, the scalpel would cut skin upon contact.

This guy knows ancient martial arts, and at a high level too. I’ve been duped. To think I was sneaking around, stealing under his nose—how embarrassing. Damn it, this guy is really devious.

Suddenly, she started to feel sorry for the protagonist. If Ye Aotian were to fight with Chen Fan, wouldn’t he just get played to death?

The other women reading the diary could barely hold back their laughter.

No. 7 turned on her computer, naturally having already looked into some information about Ling Yuyan. She was also aware of Ye Aotian’s investigation into ancient martial arts.

Following the clues, she could make some educated guesses. Previously, Ye Aotian had mentioned that he had two reasons for returning to Qincheng: revenge and pursuing an enemy.

Following the diary’s clues, No. 7 found some information on Li Long and did a bit of further investigation.

A bar? No matter how she looked at it, Lin Qingyue didn’t seem like the type of person who would go to a bar.

Could it be work pressure? Or something related to an arranged marriage? Interesting, interesting.

She was really looking forward to how things would unfold next.

Jin Lan, too, was concerned. As the top figure in power, she most wanted to maintain the current balance, but if Li Long were to die, the balance would be disrupted.

At that time, Zheng Qiang’s side would grow too powerful, something Jin Lan didn’t want to see.

People’s desires are insatiable.

It looked like she would have to prepare ahead of time and give Zheng Qiang a little warning. If no new forces could be nurtured, then she would have to suppress Zheng Qiang’s faction completely.

Before bed, Lin Qingyue glanced at the situation and, seeing that it had nothing to do with her, couldn’t be bothered to care.

Who was Ling Yuyan? She didn’t know and didn’t care. All she knew was that the most detestable, despicable person in the world right now was Chen Fan. He was the most shameless, most rogue individual.

Go on, be my simpering lapdog. There’s no way in hell I’d ever like you.

Before going to sleep, she touched her lips.

Damn it, that guy again. My lips are chapped again. It hurts like hell.