Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 104:

Chapter 104: Borrowing Someone Else’s Stage to Sing Your Own Drama

In Xiao Mingyue’s office, Cheng Jinjin stared wide-eyed at the red divorce certificate on the desk in disbelief.

“You two… actually went through with it?”

Xiao Mingyue shrugged calmly. “What, you thought it was fake?”

Cheng Jinjin slumped forward, resting her round face on the table as she blinked her big eyes in confusion. “Sister Mingyue, how do you feel?”

Xiao Mingyue paused to think. “Honestly… relieved.”

That response clearly surprised Cheng Jinjin. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Xiao Mingyue’s eyes drifted into reflection. “Yesterday, we got divorced. But today, I sat down and had coffee with him. I could tell… something had changed. His tone, his expression—it was more relaxed than I’ve ever seen it.”

She sighed gently, her voice calm and sure. “In our previous relationship, there was always this subtle distance between us, like we could never truly connect. I always felt like he was holding back.”

“I tried so hard to get closer to him, but the harder I tried, the further he drifted.”

Her gaze turned thoughtful. “After I got home, it finally hit me… He wasn’t uncomfortable with me. He was uncomfortable with my identity—being his wife.”

“That role placed a pressure between us, like magnets with the same polarity. No matter how hard you push them together, they just repel.”

“The truth is, I should’ve never taken on the role of Chen Lang’s wife. It wasn’t right.”

“Because of that, he was always acting in front of me, pretending to be someone he wasn’t.”

“But once we removed that identity—just two people, no labels—it finally felt… natural. We could talk freely. It was the first time we were truly ourselves.”

Xiao Mingyue’s voice grew firmer. “Our marriage had hit a dead end. But if there’s any chance of salvaging what we had, we needed to take a step back first. Only then is there room for something new to grow.”

“Sometimes, taking a step back really does let you see the sky.”

Cheng Jinjin blinked slowly. “Wow… feelings are deep. I don’t understand all of it, but as long as you’re not sad, then I’m happy.”

…

Over the next few days, Ye Chen was in great spirits.

While the Jiang family’s facial mask project had stalled, Ye Chen’s own formula was quietly gaining traction. In fact, word was already spreading among some wealthy circles in Nanjiang about the “miraculous effects” of his product.

Ye Chen had partnered with none other than the Sun family.

Initially, when Ye Chen brought the formula to Sun Zhentian, the latter was hesitant—Ye Chen’s reputation lately had been shaky at best. But after personally witnessing the results of the finished product, Sun Zhentian was tempted.

Such an effective facial mask could definitely bring in massive profits.

Since the Sun family had lost considerable ground after cutting ties with the Xiao family, they were eager to bounce back. If Ye Chen’s mask could help them recover, then it was worth the risk.

So they shook hands and teamed up again.

Soon, Ye Chen’s facial mask began circulating in small batches. The results were promising.

…

Meanwhile, at the luxurious Emperor Residence.

Chen Lang had been keeping an eye on the Jiang family’s research progress. But after waiting so long without results, he finally decided to act.

He took out the “Magical Mask” formula the system had granted him, copied it down, and sent it directly to Jiang Mengyao’s company.

…

In Jiang Mengyao’s office, her assistant entered with a message.

“Miss Jiang, someone came by to deliver a mask formula.”

Her expression instantly turned cold. “Ye Chen again? That bastard just doesn’t quit. Does he think I’ll accept anything from him?”

But her assistant shook his head. “It wasn’t from Ye Chen. It’s from Young Master Chen.”

Jiang Mengyao stood up immediately. “Bring it here—quickly!”

She suddenly recalled that Chen Lang had once written in his diary about getting her a formula.

She hadn’t expected him to come through so soon.

Just thinking about it made her lips curl proudly.

So, he still cares.

…

Inside the company’s lab, the staff hurried to mix and test the formula. What they produced, however, didn’t look very appealing. The mask was dark, thick, and sticky.

One brave employee with acne volunteered to try it.

Looking at the muddy black mask, he hesitated, took a breath, and slapped it on.

“How does it feel?” Jiang Mengyao asked, leaning forward expectantly.

The employee blinked. “Honestly… nothing much. It just feels sticky.”

Fifteen minutes later.

Everyone watched anxiously as he washed it off.

And then—gasps filled the room.

Jiang Mengyao rushed forward with a mirror.

The employee’s eyes widened at his own reflection.

Though not completely transformed, his skin looked brighter and smoother, and even the pimples had significantly faded.

The results were immediate and astonishing.

Jiang Mengyao was overjoyed. She grabbed the paper with the formula and kissed it.

She was in awe—Chen Lang was incredible.

If he had been there, he probably would’ve teased her: “How did you know it’s called the Magical Mask?”

But the truth was, when it came to system rewards, Chen Lang had never received something mediocre.

Already, Jiang Mengyao could see it—this product would sweep the country.

As soon as she walked out of the lab, she gave her assistant clear instructions:

“Prepare the invitations. We’re hosting a launch party.”

“Invite the elite of Nanjiang society. At the event, they’ll get to test the mask firsthand.”

After the assistant left, Jiang Mengyao sat down in her chair, deep in thought.

Chen Lang… was divorced now.

And finally single again.

Now was the perfect time to strike first.

Jiang Mengyao had already made up her mind—she was going to use this launch party to deliver a powerful blow and win over Chen Lang.

The day of the Jiang family’s grand product launch finally arrived.

At one of the city’s finest hotels, uniformed staff stood at the entrance, checking invitations as guests arrived. As the major shareholder, Chen Lang’s presence was expected and guaranteed.

Chen Shihan had also come along out of curiosity, having had dinner with Jiang Mengyao just two days prior. She wanted to see for herself whether the Jiang family’s mask formula lived up to the hype.

Inside the brightly lit banquet hall, Chen Lang sat below the stage, casually observing the steady flow of guests pouring in. There were many familiar faces from Nanjiang’s upper class, and quite a few unfamiliar ones too.

Most of the attendees were businesspeople from Nanjiang who had received invitations. However, entry wasn’t strictly enforced—one invitation allowed several guests, since the primary goal was publicity. The livelier, the better.

Naturally, Xiao Mingyue brought Cheng Jinjin along.

After entering the venue, Xiao Mingyue took the seat right next to Chen Lang.

Not long after, Bai Luobing walked in. She scanned the room with elegant precision and made her way to Chen Lang as well.

In an instant, a breathtaking circle of beauty surrounded Chen Lang: Xiao Mingyue, Cheng Jinjin, Chen Shihan, and Bai Luobing—each one a rare gem with her own charm and aura.

Before the event had even officially begun, the area around Chen Lang had already become the focal point of the entire hall.

Yet, far away in a shadowy corner, a pair of jealous eyes watched it all unfold.

Ye Chen sat quietly, wearing a mask to conceal his identity. He had used Sun Zhentian’s invitation to sneak in without drawing attention. Originally, Sun Zhentian had planned to come with him, but some last-minute matters kept him away.

Now, Ye Chen’s gaze was locked on Chen Lang’s circle.

Why?

Why were all the women Ye Chen liked gathered around that bastard?

Xiao Mingyue… his original target.

Cheng Jinjin… his fiancée, according to the original plotline.

Yet somehow, both had drifted to Chen Lang’s side.

Wait—was that Bai Luobing?

She must not have seen him yet, Ye Chen thought, still full of confidence. After all, he’d been chatting with ‘Bai Luobing’ on social media. They’d gotten so close lately; it felt like they were just one confession away from becoming a couple.

And then his eyes fell on another unfamiliar beauty.

Ye Chen’s gaze landed on Chen Shihan.

Wow… another stunning beauty.

Looks like there’s a new target to pursue.

He smirked to himself.

How could a small city like Nanjiang have so many top-tier women? And right now, they were all orbiting Chen Lang simply because he had money. A spoiled second-generation brat.

But not for long.

Soon, he, Ye Chen, would rise like a phoenix from the ashes.

With the launch of his own facial mask brand, named “Danchen,” his value would soar overnight.

And this party—this stage set up by Jiang Mengyao—was going to be his springboard.

Tonight, Ye Chen had come not only to check on the Jiang family’s mask but also to promote his own.

He was going to steal the spotlight.

If he could use their event to outshine them, to make his product look better than theirs, it would be a perfect move.

The old Ye Chen, the disgraced security guard, was long gone.

Tonight marked the rebirth of Satan Ye Chen—the Demon King.

And soon, the name Ye Chen would echo across Nanjiang City!