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

Chapter 5: The Male Lead Got Hurt—What Does That Have to Do with Me?

Lin Qingyue couldn’t help but believe it now. The lines, the whole situation—everything seemed pre-determined. If this story were happening in real life, would she actually feel excited?

She didn’t know for sure, but one thing was clear: no outsider had the right to comment on her family.

“Is this really a novel world?”

The words formed in her mind, but when she tried to speak them, Lin Qingyue realized she couldn’t hear her own voice. Could it be that she was only allowed to know the plot but not tell anyone about it?

Ye Aotian stood proudly, pointing at the men lying on the ground. “Get lost, now!”

[If I were one of those guys, I’d just lie there. Damn, assault is illegal, you know?]

[What a ridiculous story. Even worse, people actually think he’s cool and manly. Are all rich girls written this way?]

[Well, I wish them a long life together. The sooner they’re out of my way, the better. After all, this guy never lacks women—he’s the main character.]

[Dragon King, huh? Pfft, hahaha! That’s killing me. I can’t stop laughing.]

[Listening to music sounds way better right now.]

Listening to music? What does that mean?

But Lin Qingyue didn’t dwell on it. It didn’t matter anymore.

The men on the ground scrambled to their feet and fled, swearing they’d be back to cause more trouble. Ye Aotian smugly announced his name and told them they could come anytime. Then, he grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped his hands. His hand had been cut by a broken glass bottle, and blood was dripping steadily.

Lin Qingyue stared at the man in front of her, smiling at her.

If this really were a novel, she was supposed to say something like, Wow, you’re hurt. Let me bandage you up.

Then, she’d get involved in a romantic subplot with him?

To hell with that.

There was no way. I, Lin Qingyue, don’t need to follow anyone’s script. Even in a novel world, I’ll live life my way.

“I’m full. Boss, check, please.”

Ye Aotian was dumbfounded.

Wait, what? Didn’t I just save you? Is that it? Not even a thank you?

“Wait a minute, I just …”

“Oh, what about just now? I have bodyguards, you know.”

“But … I saved you.”

“Oh, thanks. I’m done eating, though, so I’ll head home. You should go to the hospital.” With that, she turned and walked out.

Ye Aotian stood there, stunned. This isn’t right. You’re supposed to be grateful …

But then he reconsidered. Ah, she’s an interesting woman after all.

So proud and cold. Definitely someone with a strong personality.

“I’ll give you a ride.”

“No need. If you keep following me, I’ll call the police.”

She hailed a cab and left, leaving Ye Aotian standing there in the breeze, confused. His hand was still dripping blood onto the ground.

At the same time, Jin Lan, who was watching this scene from her car, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Tears nearly spilled from her eyes.

“Boss, what’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I just witnessed something amusing. Tell me, Old Huang, don’t you find this world a bit strange?”

“Strange? Not really, everything seems fine to me.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. This is a living, breathing world. But have you ever considered the possibility that we’re all just pawns in someone else’s story?”

Old Huang was baffled.

Has the boss lost it? You’re the top official in Qincheng, and you’re saying we’re just pawns? Whoever’s playing this game must be on another level. Or maybe the boss was hinting at something?

“Boss … are you in trouble?”

“No, not at all. Just curious about something. By the way, what does it mean when a guy says ‘listening to music’?”

Listening to music?

Old Huang thought for a moment and replied, “If I’m not mistaken, it usually means going to sing karaoke or getting a massage. Qincheng has a pretty lively entertainment scene.”

Massages?

So, it’s true—rumor has it that Chen Fan was once known as the most devoted lover boy in town.

Everyone in Qincheng had heard a little about it, but now he was off getting massages.

Looks like he really is a transmigrator. Too bad I can’t say anything about it. I can’t even talk to Chen Fan about the whole transmigration thing, let alone stop him. But still, reading this diary is pretty fun. I wonder what would happen if Lin Qingyue actually falls for this kind of guy. If that happens, the Lin family is as good as gone. Their daughter’s perspective is way too limited.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingyue was feeling the most frustrated. The rich second-generation kid she had always looked down on turned out to be someone like this.

So, in the original story, he had been pining after her this whole time?

And I, such a fool, would have been moved by such cheap tricks?

She quietly took out her phone and called her mother.

“Mom, have you finished dinner?”

“You’re actually calling? Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ve caused? With just one word from Chen Fan’s father, the Lin family could be ruined. Do you realize how reckless you’ve been …”

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

Her mother was taken aback.

What? Normally, her daughter would never apologize or even call. And now, she’s apologizing?

“If you haven’t finished dinner, I’d like to come back and apologize to Uncle Chen personally.”

“Really … you’d come back?”

“Yes, I want to apologize.”

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingyue’s mother turned to Chen Tianqiang and said, “My daughter says she’ll come back to apologize in person.”

Chen Tianqiang scoffed, “It has nothing to do with me. If she wants to apologize, she can apologize to my son.”

Left with no choice, Lin Qingyue’s mother passed this message along to her daughter.

Lin Qingyue hung up and called Chen Fan.

“Xiao Yue, you’re calling me? It’s been so long since you’ve reached out first. Are you going to yell at me …?”

After a moment, Lin Qingyue said, “Where are you? I want to come see you.”

Unfortunately, as soon as she said this, there was no sound. She couldn’t hear anything.

“I’m … just having tea.”

“Is it convenient?”

“Uh, something just came up. Let’s meet tomorrow.”

He hung up the phone.

Are you kidding me? The show’s over for today, and you’re still coming after me? No way. I refuse to work overtime.