Villain – Peeking at the Diary, the Female Leads' Personas Collapse-Chapter 220

Chapter 220

“Then why is the Ye family fine?”

“Ye Aotian’s father didn’t inherit the Ye family, got it? So the Ye family was unscathed. To put it simply, Mei Lan, Ye Aotian’s mother, actually comes from the even more ancient Four Great Families. Compared to them, the current Ten Great Families aren’t even worthy of carrying their shoes.”

Holy crap, this is straight out of an infinite flow novel! You take down one enemy, and an even stronger one pops up.

“Then what happened next?”

Nangong Qingyan said, “It’s simple. Naturally, he was killed. But the child was taken away by Ye Aotian’s father’s father—Ye Aotian’s grandfather. The kid wasn’t allowed to return to the country until he came of age. That’s roughly the gist of it.”

“There’s more to this story, isn’t there?” Cao Zijing sensed something off.

Nangong Qingyan said, “Because Di Junsi was Mei Lan’s lapdog, got it?”

Holy crap.

The group chat was stunned. This is freaking absurd, isn’t it? This is just too wild.

You can’t just throw around claims like that, sister. If you say stuff like this, it could cause real trouble.

“You … damn, is that for real?”

Nangong Qingyan said, “Also, I’m way older than all of you, okay? I’m practically your elder, so get that straight.”

Uh, they forgot about that.

But your mindset is impressively youthful.

Nangong Qingyan continued, “I know about this, but not many people do. It’s mostly just my speculation. The reason I came to this conclusion is because of something that happened on the day Di Junsi got married. You’d never guess what Mei Lan and I bought.”

What did they buy?

Liu Feifei said, “It wasn’t goji berries, was it?”

Pfft, hahaha! The group burst into laughter.

Damn, your imagination is wild. Goji berries?

Nangong Qingyan said, “I’m not joking around with you. What we bought was a mask. The mask was for Di Junsi to wear. Yup, that day, Di Junsi got drunk.”

Holy crap.

Cao Zijing said, “Don’t tell me it was a mask of Ye Aotian’s father?”

“Yup. My specialty is crafting lifelike human skin masks. Making them indistinguishable from the real thing is easy. Hahaha, fun, right?”

This … this is freaking absurd, okay? Was the stuff back then really this messed up?

In truth, this part wasn’t in the original novel. The reason it happened was just to symbolically flesh out Mei Lan’s character.

Even on the day of her wedding, Mei Lan didn’t actually like Di Junsi. As for what happened later, that’s unclear.

“My worldview! My gosh, you’re amazing, Senior. You really know how to play. So, Sister Nangong, what happened next?”

“There’s no ‘next.’ But Mei Lan was quite famous, known as the woman of the strong. You get it—being the wife of the top figure, who wouldn’t want to steal her away?”

“My gosh, that’s just too wild, isn’t it? These guys have some sick tastes, don’t they?”

Nangong Qingyan said, “No, no, there are plenty of theories. You have to understand, back then, Ye Aotian’s father wasn’t that strong yet. But he rapidly grew stronger, very quickly. A lot of people thought it was because of Mei Lan’s influence or something.”

That guess seems reasonable enough.

“But now, since Ye Aotian himself has cultivated the Emperor Heart Technique, people don’t think about it as much anymore. Mei Lan’s danger has lessened a lot. That’s why she was able to go out and about the other day. Otherwise, if she stepped outside, tons of people would be plotting to kidnap her. Even Di Junsi wouldn’t be able to stop that.”

The melon-eating crowd was dumbfounded. This was just too juicy. So the older generation was this hardcore? That’s just too badass.

“Di Junsi is a real man.”

Nangong Qingyan said, “That’s for sure. But I’m curious—why did Wu Meiniang’s master order her to kill Di Junsi? That’s something I really can’t figure out. I haven’t heard any scandalous stories about Di Junsi.”

Wu Meiniang said, “I don’t know either. That’s just the order my master gave me.”

Unlike the lively discussion in the group chat, the auction scene had already exploded.

Ye Aotian fully displayed what it meant to have protagonist-level luck. Without hesitation, he bought a rare treasure—and it was a steal.

Of course, there were some minor characters causing a ruckus, shouting and making a scene. Then, during the subsequent gemstone auction, Ye Aotian showed his prowess again, cutting open an imperial green jade or something.

It shocked countless people at the scene.

This kind of thing didn’t exist in the original novel, but Chen Fan firmly believed in one thing: as long as you put the protagonist in certain special situations, no matter what, he would never lose.

That’s the power of luck. That’s the strength of a protagonist.

The auction didn’t last long, and people gradually dispersed. Nangong Qingyan came out to personally see off Ye Aotian, Chen Fan, and the others.

“Qian Daode, I have to say, you’ve got some skills. Very impressive.” Nangong Qingyan quietly gave Qian Daode a thumbs-up.

Qian Daode awkwardly scratched his head and said, “Uh, I won’t mess around like that again. I don’t have the guts.”

“No, I think your courage is commendable. Young Master Ye, you’ve got yourself a great subordinate.”

Zhu Yeqing, standing to the side, was holding back laughter, pinching herself.

She really couldn’t help it. Naturally, she picked up on the meaning behind Nangong Qingyan’s words.

Your little brother, hmm, is currently hitting on your mother. Sure, it’s not against any rules, but it’s still a bit savage.

Probably only Qian Daode would pull something like that off.

…

“Damn it, this guy, showing off again.”

At this moment, the most frustrated person was Liu Feifei. She deeply felt that this period was her nightmare. Why, oh why, was it her storyline again?

If this were a TV drama, actresses would be desperate for more screen time. But now, the female leads in the chat group absolutely did not want this. Whoever had a storyline was the one getting mocked.

This was just ridiculous, wasn’t it?

Nangong Qingyan said, “Hehe, I’m sending you all some big red envelopes. Number Seven, can you slightly increase the red envelope limit?”

“Sure, no problem, it’s simple. Hold on … done. You can send as much as you want now.”

Nangong Qingyan directly sent a one-million-yuan red envelope in the group.

Cao Zijin looked at the five yuan she received and said, “Are you toxic or something? What’s going on? Why did I only get five yuan out of a one-million-yuan red envelope? My goodness!”

Liu Feifei said smugly, “Sister, look at that! Hahaha, I’m awesome, right?”

“Shut up, or I’ll crush you.”

“You’re just jealous and envious, aren’t you?”

“Jealous of you? Please, you little girl, do you even know what a real woman is? Men like someone like me.”

“But boys like me too!”

Tch.

In the group, Nangong Qingyan said, “Alright, enough of this. Aren’t you all going to a party tonight? When’s the movie coming out?”

“It should be around six or seven in the evening. After it’s over, everyone will probably go for a meal together. I bet a lot of people will show up—half the entertainment industry, probably.”

Cao Zijin gave a response, but soon she fell into deep thought. She silently sent a few speechless emojis.

At this point, everyone else understood and followed suit with speechless emojis.

Ye Ziyue said, “It’s fine, I’ll just saw my legs off tonight. Don’t worry, there’s no way I’ll be a normal person tonight.”

“You should be grateful, Ye Ziyue. I’m in a worse spot, okay? I have to go praise some guy who loves streaking, saying he’s cool or whatever. My God, it’s so disgusting, I can’t take it. Why does this guy genuinely believe women think muscles, scars, and tattoos are cool?”

Ye Ziyue said, “A lot of people can’t answer that question. Maybe it’s just bad taste.”

Everyone knew who they were talking about—naturally, it was the author himself.

Ye Zimei said, “So what do we do? Big sis, are you really going to let Ye Aotian invite you to dance in a wheelchair tonight? My gosh.”

“I know you’re laughing. If you can’t hold it in, just laugh.”

“Hahahahaha, I’m dying of laughter, seriously, I’m dying. Sorry, big sis, I really couldn’t hold it in. It’s just too much. I’m trying to picture this scene—what kind of scene would it even be?”

Liu Feifei said, “Yeah, I’m actually curious about something else. What kind of excuse would a guy have to strip his clothes off in front of so many people? If it were a girl, fine, whatever. But a smelly guy? What’s there to see?”

Zhu Yeqing said, “Young Master isn’t a smelly guy.”