Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 103:

Chapter 103: Mahjong in Chen Lang’s Villa:

Bai Luobing stepped into the villa and immediately spotted Jiang Mengyao sitting comfortably on the sofa.

“I thought I’d be the first one here after hearing the news,” she said softly. “Didn’t expect someone to beat me to it.”

Jiang Mengyao raised an eyebrow and smoothly countered, “I came to pick up something I left with Chen Lang. What about you? Why are you here?”

Bai Luobing didn’t bother hiding anything. “I heard Chen Lang got divorced and was drinking to drown his sorrows. So I came to keep him company, comfort him a little… and maybe see if I can buy some of your shares from him.”

Jiang Mengyao scoffed, “So it’s really about the shares, huh?”

She wasn’t surprised. Bai Luobing, after all, was a seasoned business predator. The kind who always had a keen nose for opportunity. If there was meat on the table, she’d be there to share it.

Still, Jiang Mengyao wasn’t against such cooperation—bringing in the Bai family’s capital could accelerate the company’s growth and share the risks.

Soon enough, the two women sat on either side of Chen Lang on the sofa. But no matter who tried to talk to him, the other would interrupt before a full sentence was finished.

Chen Lang played the role of the heartbroken man with conviction, sipping champagne silently with a melancholic air.

To be honest, it wasn’t a bad gig.

Upstairs, Chen Shihan was jolted awake by the noise downstairs. Wearing her slippers and still yawning, she came down the stairs—only to freeze when she spotted the two stunning women in the living room.

Goddess-level beauties… again?

Upon learning that Chen Lang had gotten divorced, Chen Shihan poured herself a glass of champagne and raised it in silent celebration. Of course she had to toast to that.

Then she glanced between the two other women and quickly took out her phone to send a message to Tang Xiaofu.

Reinforcements needed. Can’t deal with these two alone.

When Tang Xiaofu read the message—Chen Lang is divorced, emotionally vulnerable, and drinking—she immediately flagged a cab from the South Gate and rushed over.

Before long, another graceful figure appeared in the villa.

Tang Xiaofu. NTU’s first school belle. Her features were delicate and pure, her eyes full of clarity.

In the living room, four women now surrounded Chen Lang.

Each was breathtaking in her own way—spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, elegant and radiant. The brilliance of the chandelier above seemed to reflect their charm, casting a surreal glow on the room.

Four women. One Chen Lang.

They sat scattered across the sofa in an awkward silence.

No one knew what to say. Their eyes flicked about, exchanging subtle glances.

Chen Lang, head down, sipping from his glass, wanted to scream.

Why is everyone in the villa right now?!

When no one was around, he could play games, watch movies, laze around, live his best life.

Now? He had to sit here pretending to be a lovelorn soul, weighed down by heartbreak.

Didn’t anyone realize how exhausting it was to wear a mask of pain?

But unfortunately—

Everyone in the room had a diary.

None of them believed Chen Lang’s sad expression or mournful silence.

Eventually, it was Tang Xiaofu who broke the silence.

She glanced at the time and figured Chen Lang hadn’t eaten yet.

Without another word, she headed to the kitchen to cook.

Chen Shihan couldn’t just sit back and let her do everything alone. She stood up and looked at the other two.

“Hey, if you’re staying for dinner, help out. No help, no chopsticks.”

With nothing better to do, both Jiang Mengyao and Bai Luobing followed them into the kitchen.

The four of them got to work—well, mostly.

It was clear that Tang Xiaofu was the true chef.

The other three, pampered daughters of wealthy families, were out of their element. At best, they could wash a few vegetables without making a mess.

Bai Luobing, sleeves rolled up with determination, washed a cucumber.

That was it.

Still, despite their lack of practical help, the atmosphere in the kitchen was lively.

“Wash that dish for me.”

“Where’s the soy sauce?”

The energy was warm, a quiet rhythm of teamwork forming among them.

Back in the living room, Chen Lang sat with a sad expression, but his nose twitched.

What’s that smell?

Delicious aromas began to waft from the kitchen.

Not long after, a series of colorful, fragrant dishes were brought out—meat, vegetables, balanced and beautiful.

Everyone gathered around the table. No small talk, no formalities. They just dug in.

Chen Lang originally intended to keep up his sorrowful act—no appetite, heart shattered.

But Tang Xiaofu’s cooking was too good.

Before he knew it, he’d eaten three bowls, eyes misty—not from heartbreak, but from how damn good the food was.

Even Bai Luobing, who always kept her poise, couldn’t help but marvel.

“Xiaofu is beautiful, gentle, and cooks like this… whichever man marries her is truly blessed.”

After dinner, everyone leaned back on the sofa, satisfied and slightly drowsy.

With the teamwork they showed in the kitchen, the awkwardness from earlier had completely disappeared.

Chen Shihan clapped her hands. “Let’s play mahjong. There are four of us, perfect. Loser does the dishes!”

Everyone agreed enthusiastically, and they immediately abandoned Chen Lang.

Let the mahjong tournament begin.

Even Chen Shihan, whose shoulder injury hadn’t fully healed, suddenly seemed miraculously fine.

She usually put on an act, calling Chen Lang over to carry her even from a few steps away.

But now?

She was dealing tiles like a pro.

When Chen Lang noticed no one was paying attention to him anymore, he quietly dropped the façade of heartbreak and pulled out his phone to play games.

As the sound of mahjong tiles clacking filled the living room, a sudden silence fell—the front door opened.

Xiao Mingyue had arrived.

Chen Lang immediately stood up and walked over. “Mingyue, what brings you here?” he asked gently, watching her expression carefully.

“I just came to get something I left behind,” Xiao Mingyue replied coolly.

As she spoke, her gaze naturally swept toward the mahjong table—and her eyes narrowed.

Why were all of them here? Why were the women who’d been involved with Chen Lang in one way or another suddenly gathered under one roof, in his villa?

Xiao Mingyue didn’t say anything further. She went upstairs, and a few minutes later, she came back down holding a small plastic bag in her hand.

When Chen Lang caught a glimpse of the bag’s contents, even he, with his famously thick skin, felt a little awkward.

Inside the bag was a nightgown.

Torn.

The very same nightgown Chen Lang had ripped on their wedding night.

“Mingyue… why are you taking this?” he asked.

Xiao Mingyue smiled gently. “Just as a keepsake.”

It was a quiet reminder for herself. After all, she had made a cautious and hesitant choice on that wedding night… and in the end, that choice still didn’t lead to a happy ending.

She glanced toward the mahjong table where the four girls were playing, then turned back to Chen Lang.

“In any case,” she said calmly, “are you free tomorrow? I’d like to invite you out for coffee. If you’re interested in doing business, maybe we can explore a possible collaboration.”

Chen Lang smiled. “Of course. I’d be glad to.”

Seeing her so calm, so collected, brought him a wave of relief.

Xiao Mingyue gave him a polite nod. “Alright then. See you tomorrow.”

…

That night, the mahjong game continued late into the evening.

Eventually, Bai Luobing and Jiang Mengyao took their leave, each driving away in their respective sports cars.

As for Tang Xiaofu, she was dragged upstairs by Chen Shihan and made to stay the night.

After the house had quieted down and the liveliness faded, Chen Lang lay on his bed, arms behind his head, thinking about what to write in his diary.

He picked up his phone and typed:

[Today is truly a day worth remembering.]

[It’s over.]

[I’ve finally become the ex-husband of the heroine. The villain is back on his path.]

[I think I timed it just right—clean cut, no mess. Jiang Mengyao’s mini Asura event helped give me the perfect excuse to set Xiao Mingyue free.]

[Without Xiao Jiang’s unexpected chaos, it would’ve been hard to leave so neatly.]

[Honestly, my greatest accomplishment today is that I didn’t make Xiao Mingyue cry.]

[If she had cried again, my villain’s Dao heart would’ve completely shattered.]

[The best part? We separated painlessly, exactly as I hoped.]

[Now that this twisted marriage has ended, my little villain plot is back on track. Wuhu! Everyone wins!]

[Only problem left: the Jiang family’s mask formula.]

[No Ye Chen, no mask. Should I go spend some money to buy one myself?]

As soon as he uploaded the entry, the system’s alert chimed.

[Ding! Diary successfully uploaded! Congratulations to the host for receiving—]

[Mystical Item: Magical Mask!]

Immediately, a full cosmetic mask formula appeared in Chen Lang’s mind.

Chen Lang: “???”

What the heck!?

“System girl! That was too obvious!”

“I just wrote about needing a mask, and you gave me one?! You’re spying on my screen! I have proof!!”

But no matter how loudly he yelled in his heart, the system—like always—ignored him.

…

Meanwhile, at the Xiao residence.

Xiao Mingyue stared at her copy of the diary.

[“Today’s greatest accomplishment is not making Xiao Mingyue cry…”]

As she read, her usually calm expression gradually softened.

…

The next day, at a quiet café.

Chen Lang and Xiao Mingyue sat across from each other, chatting with ease.

Oddly enough, despite everything, their conversation flowed naturally—like two old friends catching up.

There was no awkwardness, no pressure, just relaxed conversation that ranged from trivial things to random memories. The business side of things came up briefly, and they quickly settled the deal—Xiao Mingyue would acquire 10% of Chen Lang’s company shares.

She took a sip of coffee, a warm smile playing at her lips.

It suddenly struck her—this might be the first real date she’d ever had with Chen Lang.

The first time they’d sat together and talked freely, with nothing weighing on them.

The mention of “shares” and “business” was just an excuse.

She just wanted a reason to see him again.