Villain – Peeking at the Diary, the Female Leads' Personas Collapse-Chapter 159

Chapter 159

“Alright, I won’t mention it. Do you have time?”

“Yeah, what time? Send me the address. I’ll head over tonight, but I have one condition—you have to agree.”

“Hmm … go ahead.”

“I need to sit next to you. If you dare not sit by me or keep your distance, I won’t go.”

“Come if you want, don’t come if you don’t. You’re so picky.” Chen Fan hung up the phone.

What a brat. I only invited you on a whim to see what’d happen, and now you’re getting full of yourself? Like I’m going to indulge your bad habits. This isn’t even a key plot point. I don’t need to simp for you or cater to you, got it?

The phone rang again.

“You actually dared to hang up on me … Chen Fan … I’m going to kill you.”

“Are you coming or not? If not, I’m hanging up.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming … I didn’t say I wouldn’t. Why are you mad? Fine, I won’t sit next to you, but you can’t avoid me.”

“Deal. Hanging up now.”

With that, he hung up again.

Damn it, no man has ever dared to hang up on me twice. Never.

But she was worried that if she pushed too hard, Chen Fan might just ignore her completely.

She knew her “main heroine” status came from being unreasonable. Anyone who’s watched TV dramas or read novels knows the first heroine always starts off as someone people don’t root for.

Maybe she’s self-destructive or has weird ideas or something. But she was already trying to change, though it still wasn’t quite enough.

This Chen Fan—he’s really set in his ways, like he’s swallowed an iron weight at an internet café.

Still, if she was going tonight, what should she wear?

A dinner party—probably some singing involved. Hmm, it’s not a formal salon, so no evening gown. Ugh, so annoying.

And she wasn’t the only one stressing. Jin Lan had pulled every piece of clothing out of her wardrobe, trying to find something suitable—something that wouldn’t make her look too mature.

Sure, she took great care of herself, but compared to these young girls, she didn’t have much of an edge.

Chen Fan probably likes purple more, right? Hmm, purple it is then.

For the first time, Jin Lan felt that having too few clothes was a serious mistake.

But the one suffering the most was Chen Fan. It was afternoon, and he had a few hours of free time. He’d planned to take a nice, relaxing nap. But the entire floor was filled with people yelling and chattering. No one was letting him sleep in peace.

“Sis, what should I wear? Does this look good?”

“Sis, how’s this? Does it look nice, sis?”

“Little sis, does this look good on me? Is this okay?”

Chen Fan buried his head under a pillow, forcibly suppressing his rage.

Are you all insane? Seriously, it’s just a dinner to watch some drama unfold. Is it that big of a deal?

Tonight’s show was supposed to be Ye Aotian and Ling Xiaoyun turning against each other. But from how things were going, this clearly wasn’t heading toward some “falling out” drama. This was basically turning into a fashion week runway.

Why are they so smug about it? Who knows what these women are even competing over.

He really couldn’t figure it out.

…

In the room, the two people changing clothes were looking at each other.

Cao Zijin didn’t dress up too much; she just stuck to her usual style—suit jacket paired with shorts, and that was basically it.

A queen must have the aura of a queen.

As for Liu Feifei on the side, she wore a white dress; for someone obsessed with the color white, this shade was indeed very appealing to her. It must be said, as celebrities, no matter how the two dressed, they were exceptionally beautiful.

“Sis, are we just going to dress like this?”

Cao Zijin said, “What else do you want? This is already pretty good.”

“Uh, it just feels like we’re not showing our full strength. Let me tell you, Sis, if I put on a tight skirt, I’d be the brightest chick tonight.”

“Tone it down a bit. This kind of thing is fine for Chen Fan to see, but don’t show it off to others—it’s not good. This look is enough.”

“This … it’s so ordinary. Can we really command the scene?”

“No problem at all. Trust me. Who are we? We’re celebrities.”

In truth, Cao Zijin wanted to say they were the protagonists, but she couldn’t say it out loud due to the rules. However, Liu Feifei understood anyway—oh right, in this storyline, I’m the female lead.

Although she was the second female lead, she was still a female lead. She absolutely had to reclaim her spotlight in this scene.

The reasoning was simple: it’s a woman’s desire to win. No woman would allow another woman more beautiful than herself to exist in the world.

In any setting, if they saw someone prettier or more alluringly dressed than themselves, they’d find a way to compete and take back the stage.

The two stepped out and looked at Zhu Yeqing, who was waiting at the door. They silently sighed—this woman had won.

Zhu Yeqing turned her head to look at them, then glanced at her own outfit, quietly giving herself a thumbs-up. Heh heh, I won.

Cao Zijin said, “She’s a woman through and through—different from us girls.”

Zhu Yeqing huffed and said, “Are you saying I’m copying you?”

“No, no, no, you’re better than me. That wine-red tight long dress, the slit positioned just right—tsk tsk tsk—and that hair, did you just style it?”

Zhu Yeqing nodded.

Although her role wasn’t that big, she was the woman who had stayed by Chen Fan’s side the longest. That made her the boss.

I … though I can’t beat Cao Zijin, as long as I can outlast her, I’m the victor.

“Wow, Sis, look! Zhu Yeqing’s got hips! So impressive. That must be the advantage of a martial artist, right?”

Cao Zijin said, “That’s her own skill—it’s got nothing to do with us. You’re great too, no need to be afraid.”

“But I feel so weird. Sister Zhu Yeqing gives off this … seductive vibe. What kind of technique is that? Is it some kind of demonic skill?”

Cao Zijin said, “I’m not sure about that, but it’s harmless, so don’t worry.”

Zhu Yeqing nodded and said, “Indeed, it’s something I was born with. My master said I have a natural charm in my bones, making me the perfect inheritor of her techniques. Maybe I was just born this way. Honestly, it’s not always a good thing.”

Cao Zijin said, “It’s fine, relax. You’ve got Chen Fan, don’t you?”

“Hm … thank you … wait, no, I shouldn’t be thanking you.”

Damn it, Zhu Yeqing inwardly cursed herself. What’s wrong with me? Why would I even think of thanking Cao Zijin? This woman is dangerous—no, this woman is downright terrifying.

Chen Fan yawned, pushed the door open, and walked out, saying, “What’s this … are you all going to a fashion show?”

Heh heh heh.

Cao Zijin playfully grabbed Chen Fan’s arm and said, “Honey, tonight you’re facing off with someone head-on. As the women by your side, how could we let you lose face? Of course we need to dress up a bit prettier, right?”

Chen Fan said, “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“No, it’s a woman’s desire to win—you can understand it that way.”