Villain – Peeking at the Diary, the Female Leads' Personas Collapse-Chapter 231

Chapter 231

Looking at the smiling face of the girl in the chat, Ye Aotian felt like the entire world was starting to light up with sunshine.

Xiaoyu might have a lot of scandals, but Ye Aotian chose to ignore them, not paying them much attention. For Ye Aotian, Xiaoyu wasn’t the best choice.

But for a man, it boils down to a few words: You’re already here, so how could you just pass by?

This novel fits the urban “War God Returns” genre, or war god or infinite flow stories, which have an interesting rule: if the protagonist gets involved with a girl, that girl will definitely become his girlfriend.

That’s an unchanging rule.

Xiaoyu lazily sent a message: “So why are you inviting me to eat?”

“Just to have a meal with you. This morning, the company made some money, so I thought I’d treat you.”

“Alright then. But you drank so much yesterday—won’t eating gourmet food now upset your stomach?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.”

Xiaoyu sent a mischievous emoji and said, “Xiaolan’s not mad, is she?”

“She was mad, even threw a fit, haha. But she’s accepted you.”

Xiaoyu paused for a long time. This Ye Aotian was … interesting.

The subtext was: Is this Ye Aotian an idiot?

Xiaoyu wanted to choose a high-quality man, but she wanted one who loved her wholeheartedly and didn’t judge her.

People often have a contradictory trait: the more they act a certain way, the less they want their partner to do the same.

Those who demand purity from others are often the least pure themselves.

Xiaoyu was exactly that kind of person. She could fall for you in a second, and even if you hooked her up to a lie detector, she’d genuinely believe she loved you in that moment.

This is what women often call being a “hopeless romantic.”

This type of woman is the most terrifying because she treats every fling as if it’s true love.

But let’s be clear: in a man’s eyes, these are just simple one-night stories.

Xiaoyu had tested Ye Aotian. If he had hesitated or shown preference for Xiaolan, Xiaoyu would’ve chosen to be his mistress, not his lover.

That would’ve shown Ye Aotian was a man of principle.

But Ye Aotian’s response clearly screamed harem vibes. In other words, this guy wasn’t a good person at all.

If that was the case, Xiaoyu’s affection and love for Ye Aotian instantly plummeted to zero.

Joking aside, if one person in a relationship is already a player, and the guy isn’t a decent, honest man but a player too, then what’s the point of this game?

She picked up the phone and called Cao Zishan.

“Cao Zishan, I’m starting to regret this.”

“Oh? You actually have regrets?”

The icy tone on the other end made Xiaoyu feel like the familiar Cao Zishan was back. She knew she’d been played.

“You set me up!”

“You could say I set you up, or you could say I didn’t. What does your life or death have to do with me? Who you like, who you want to be with—what’s that got to do with me?”

This cold indifference made Xiaoyu want to laugh, because this was the Cao Zishan she knew best.

She was the kind of person who genuinely didn’t care about the people around her. In her eyes, everyone was just a pawn to manipulate.

As for the ranking of the “top talented woman,” why did Ye Ziyue end up taking first place? It was simply because Ye Ziyue still had a trace of kindness in her heart. But Cao Zishan? None.

She was the purest villain.

“Forget it. Guess I was just being delusional.”

Cao Zishan said, “You’re wrong again. Delusional? You know exactly what kind of person you are, Xiaoyu. Don’t play the innocent act with me. You think you’re in love with every guy you meet. Have a few drinks, and you’re convinced it’s love. That’s the real you.”

Xiaoyu fell silent on the other end of the call.

“Ye Aotian is your best option. He’s rich, comes from a good family, and has strength. So why wouldn’t you choose him?”

“I remember Chen Fan and Ye Aotian are enemies, right? So why would Chen Fan …”

“Are you talking about my husband? Are you kidding me? For my husband, I’d find a clean girl. A used-up shoe like you? You think you’re worthy of even dreaming about my husband? Just talking to him would make me sick. What kind of fantasy are you living in?”

Xiaoyu was so intimidated by Cao Zishan that she didn’t dare speak, but she didn’t hang up the phone.

“I’m giving you two options. First, keep liking Ye Aotian—whether it’s fake or real, just keep it up.”

“You know my situation.”

“Sorry, that’s your problem, not mine. You can’t even handle your own mess, and you expect me to clean it up for you? I’m Cao Zishan, not a living Buddha.”

For the first time, Xiaoyu felt Cao Zishan’s terror. This woman was truly a cold, chilling presence.

“Go on.”

“Second option: stop liking Ye Aotian. Give up this opportunity and go back to the entertainment industry to keep being your little Xiaoyu. It’s all up to you. Don’t look to me for answers.”

“I’ll choose the first option.”

A smile crept onto Cao Zishan’s lips as she said, “I don’t need to teach you how to deal with a man, do I?”

“I understand.”

Cao Zishan said, “Good. I’m sending you a gift today. It might sting a bit at first, but it’ll be fine after a while. Oh, and one more thing—I need you to answer this seriously.”

Xiaoyu said, “Go ahead.”

“Luo San. What’s your relationship with him? Tell me the truth.”

“He’s the one I love, the one I want to marry. But you know, he can’t meet my needs. He’s a gambling addict.”

What the hell?

“And the rumors about Luo San hitting you?”

“I let him hit me. I wanted to gain some sympathy and pick up some casual fans along the way.”

Holy crap.

“Alright, I’ve got my answer. Go on your date. The gift will be sent to you soon.”

After hanging up, Cao Zishan was stunned.

Liu Feifei said, “My God, Xiaoyu actually loves Luo San? That means … holy crap. I never thought Luo San had this side to him.”

Cao Zishan said, “I’m not sure, but Xiaoyu wasn’t lying. The gambling addict part is pretty shocking, though. I was worried Luo San wouldn’t actually like Xiaoyu, but it seems I was wrong. Luo San genuinely loves her.”

While Ye Aotian’s side was steeped in misery, Chen Fan was already preparing today’s feast.

He’d specially asked the butler to bring a pig from a small village. Today, Chen Fan planned to happily eat gourmet food all day.

This was just too blissful.

Good food, and, well, there were women too. But the women weren’t the focus.

That part could be ignored.

“Hubby, I want to help too.”

Chen Fan scoffed, “Get out of here. I found top-quality ingredients—don’t ruin them. Zhu Yeqing, handle it.”

Zhu Yeqing nodded.

Liu Feifei, staring at the pork, said, “Big brother Chen Fan, they say eating pork makes you fat. Will I get really fat?”

“Yup, you’ll turn into a pig.”

“Then if I get fat, will you still like me?”

“Are you kidding? I don’t like you when you’re skinny, so what’s it got to do with me if you get fat? What kind of fantasy are you living in?”

Liu Feifei huffed and went off to eat snacks.

Cao Zishan said, “Hubby, it’s raining so hard today. How about we stay home and play games together?”

“No way. I’m not playing with you guys—you’re too bad at it. No need to play games and spike my blood pressure.”

You don’t even care about the basics like food and shelter, huh?

“Actually, I was thinking of inviting Miss Li Hanxue over as a guest. What do you think?”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s not a bad idea.”

Hahahahaha.

Everyone burst into laughter.