Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 112:

Chapter 112: The Audience at the Press Conference Was Shocked:

Ye Chen stared at himself in the mirror. His face was still red—bright and swollen like a monkey’s butt. Now that the sharp pain had subsided, the skin had begun to crack and peel. It looked horrifying.

He frowned in confusion. “Everything in the operation went smoothly. Maybe it’s just my skin type? I’ve never used a facial mask before—it could be an allergic reaction.”

Putting the mirror aside, he muttered again, “Or more likely, you messed up the formula during preparation! The dosages must’ve been off, which is why the real Langyao Mask wasn’t replicated.”

He turned to the staff. “Hurry up! Start over and prepare a new batch from scratch!”

Each attempt took two days.

But this time, the preparation still failed.

Meanwhile, the Jiang family’s official press conference for the Langyao Mask was about to begin. Ye Chen, with his burned and red face, had no choice but to wear a mask and sunglasses to hide the damage. He followed Sun Zhentian into the venue to observe and gather intel.

The press conference hall was already packed with people, mostly business media reporters. Large and small cameras were set up throughout the room. Representatives from several Nanjiang companies were also present, including Xiao Mingyue and Bai Luobing.

Ye Chen and Sun Zhentian quietly took seats in the last row. Both wore masks and sunglasses and whispered discreetly among themselves.

The Jiang family staff was still adjusting equipment as the conference was about to begin.

At the same time, in the “Goddess Alliance” WeChat group, the women were having their own private conversation.

Xiao Mingyue: “Back row. That one who looks like a melted red wax figure—is that Ye Chen?”

Jiang Mengyao: “Yup, looks like it! Hahaha. Did he test the formula on himself?! I’m dying—I added something special to that fake formula he stole!”

Cheng Jinjin: “Nani Nani, we demand pics of the scene!!”

Jiang Mengyao: “Wait till the press conference ends. I’ll upload the video. Bai Luobing, get ready. I’ve planted the trap. Now it’s your turn! @Bai Girl”

Bai Luobing: “Don’t worry. Everything’s set. Ye Chen will definitely take the bait.”

Xiao Mingyue: “Can you handle it, Bai Luobing? Don’t screw it up. @Bai Girl”

Bai Luobing: “You think everyone’s as dumb as you? @Little Chen Family”

Xiao Mingyue: “This plan was a group effort. Don’t mess it up now!”

Bai Luobing: “I’m the most reliable one in this group, okay?!”

The bickering never ended. These two old rivals fought at every opportunity—constant sparks flying between them.

Finally, Chen Shihan, who had been quiet all this time, stepped in to mediate.

Chen Shihan: “Alright, alright, that’s enough! Stop fighting. We’re all on the same side here. Focus. Also… seriously, I want a photo of the red-faced clown!”

Jiang Mengyao: “No problem. Just wait…”

Soon, Jiang Mengyao appeared on stage. Dressed in an elegant women’s suit with an aura of power and poise, she exuded queenly dominance. The hall fell into silence as she took her seat.

The product launch officially began.

According to the planned schedule, the presentation started with an introduction to the Langyao Mask. A large screen displayed promotional footage, and the room was soon filled with gasps of amazement as attendees saw the mask’s extraordinary effects.

Then came the pricing announcement.

When the price was revealed, many business professionals nodded quietly in admiration. It was clear that the Jiang family had put serious thought into the pricing strategy.

The price was high-end enough to appeal to the rich without devaluing the product, but not so high that it excluded middle-class consumers. It was smart positioning—marketing a premium product while still making it accessible to a wide customer base.

For the upper class, who had seen the live demonstrations of the mask’s effects, the price was more than fair. Many were already planning to purchase multiple boxes as soon as the event ended. With such impressive results, a price increase in the future was inevitable.

The first half of the press conference went smoothly—standard product introduction and pricing.

Then, Jiang Mengyao changed the tone.

“Now, I’d like to share a rather… interesting incident from the past couple of days related to our mask’s formula. Let’s watch the video.”

A video began playing on the giant screen beside the stage. It was footage from the top floor of the Jiang family’s R&D building—specifically, the surveillance inside the formula storage room. A safe appeared on the screen. The timestamp in the corner showed 2:00 a.m.

Ye Chen’s body went stiff. His hand clenched instantly.

What?! There was surveillance in that room?!

He clearly remembered confirming there were no cameras when he snuck in. How was this possible?

Sweat began to drip from his forehead.

Was Jiang Mengyao about to expose him in front of everyone?

Should he run?

But Sun Zhentian, sitting right beside him, was completely unaware. Like the others, he stared at the screen curiously, waiting to see what would happen.

The video continued.

As Ye Chen feared, the scene exploded in the very next frame.

The window in the footage opened slowly. A sneaky figure climbed in through the opening.

The time, the outfit, the actions—everything was unmistakable.

Everyone watching immediately understood: someone had tried to steal the formula.

Gasps echoed through the room.

Sun Zhentian stared at the screen, then at Ye Chen beside him—and suddenly his face turned pale.

He recognized that figure.

It was Ye Chen!

He turned to look at him and saw Ye Chen frozen in place, sweat pouring down his face.

Sun Zhentian instantly realized where Ye Chen’s so-called “formula” had come from.

You idiot. You actually got caught on camera stealing it?!

The video continued.

The thief—Ye Chen—approached the safe, used a key to open it, pulled out the paper, and snapped several photos.

Then, bizarrely, he stood there with his hands on his hips and let out a silent, smug laugh.

Audience: ???

Why did the thief pose and perform like that?!

Then, the figure climbed back out the window and disappeared.

But that wasn’t the end.

The feed switched to another camera—from inside the safe itself.

As the door opened, a strong beam of light entered the box.

Then, a hand reached in to grab the formula.

And at that exact moment, Ye Chen’s face—hidden behind sunglasses and a mask—was captured clearly in the full glow of the flashlight.

Right then, Jiang Mengyao paused the footage.

She picked up her microphone and said calmly, “I believe everyone has seen it. Someone attempted to steal our Langyao Mask formula.”

“Fortunately, we installed hidden cameras in that room to catch any wrongdoing.”

“I already have my suspicions about who the thief is. But evidence is everything.”

“Luckily, our camera uses advanced infrared tech that allows us to reconstruct facial features, even under masks and sunglasses.”

“We’ve already submitted the footage to a professional data center for analysis. Within the next day or two, we’ll have a complete, reconstructed image of the thief’s real face.”

The room erupted into a low hum of murmurs and whispers.

Ye Chen gripped the armrests of his chair tightly. His whole body was rigid. His mind buzzed in panic.

A reporter raised a hand and asked, “Miss Jiang, in the footage, the thief did succeed in taking the formula from the safe. Even if they’re caught, won’t the formula already be leaked?”

All eyes turned to Jiang Mengyao.

She smiled.

“Good question! But there’s no need to worry. The real Langyao formula has always been kept personally by me.”

“The one in the safe was fake—a decoy.”

“In fact, we altered one of the ingredients in the fake formula. Any product made using it won’t just fail to whiten the skin—it will cause severe stinging and painful skin damage.”

“Anyone who uses it will likely end up with a face redder than a monkey’s butt. And in severe cases, the skin may even burst in patches.”

…

Silence.

A strange quiet swept across the room.

Everyone suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

Wait a second…

Didn’t someone in the back row look exactly like that when they entered?

All at once, the entire audience turned to look at the last row.

There sat Ye Chen, wearing sunglasses and a mask—but the exposed areas of his skin were inflamed, red, and cracked.

There was no need to say anything else.

The fake formula’s effects were written all over his face.