Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 127:

Chapter 127: The First Meeting with Nangong Lingyin:

“A concert?” Chen Lang raised his brow lazily. “Not really my thing. I’m not into celebrities. So many people packed together, it’s noisy, and there are mosquitoes at night. I’d rather stay home and play games.”

Jiang Mengyao stared at him speechlessly. Just a few days apart, and he had become a complete couch potato.

“It’s Lin Feifei’s concert! A real beauty!”

Chen Lang recalled the flashy TV ads recently hyping up the event. It was clearly a big deal in Nanjiang.

Still, he wasn’t swayed. “Lin Feifei? I’ve heard the name but not interested.”

Jiang Mengyao rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll tell you the truth. Lin Feifei didn’t come to Nanjiang just for the concert. She’s here to endorse our facial mask brand. We invited her. It’s a long-term collaboration. Since she’s holding a concert, we, the major shareholders, should show up in support. Plus, I’m going to finalize the advertising deal with her after the event.”

Chen Lang asked, “Our masks are already selling like crazy. Do we really need a celebrity to promote them?”

“Of course,” Jiang Mengyao replied. “We’re about to go national. Having a top-tier celebrity like Lin Feifei as our spokesperson is critical.”

Chen Lang muttered under his breath, “You’re really not giving the competition any room to breathe.”

Jiang Mengyao took his arm, smiling sweetly. “So, Young Master, come along for my sake? It’s a holiday, don’t waste it indoors.”

“…Fine!”

Just then, Chen Lang remembered his sister. “Let me ask Chen Shihan if she wants to come too. She’s off today.”

Jiang Mengyao preferred it to be just the two of them, but since it was Chen Lang’s suggestion, she couldn’t object. She smiled and nodded.

However, right at that moment, another red sports car pulled into the courtyard. The butterfly doors swung open, and a fair, slender leg stepped out. Bai Luobing emerged from the car, dressed in a white dress, high heels, and emerald green tasseled earrings. She had on stylish sunglasses and exuded elegance.

Her gaze swept across the courtyard and landed on Jiang Mengyao and her car.

Jiang Mengyao, Chen Lang, and Bai Luobing all showed expressions of mild surprise.

“Jiang Mengyao, don’t tell me… you’re also here to invite Chen Lang to the concert?” Bai Luobing said with a subtle smile.

Jiang Mengyao smirked. “Looks like you’re one step too late—again.”

Bai Luobing’s smile stiffened slightly. She naturally knew what Jiang Mengyao meant by “again.” On the day of Chen Lang’s divorce, Jiang Mengyao had also arrived at his villa just a few minutes before she did.

Bai Luobing stepped forward and grabbed Chen Lang’s arm. “Let her go by herself. I came especially to pick you up. Come with me.”

Jiang Mengyao quickly countered, “We’re not just watching the concert. We have a business meeting with Lin Feifei afterward. As major shareholders, it’s our duty. You, as a small shareholder, should go on your own. Don’t hold us back.”

Bai Luobing narrowed her eyes. “Chen Lang, you choose. Whose car are you getting in?”

Chen Lang looked between the two stunning women, each leaning on a luxury sports car, and immediately came up with an excuse.

“Chen Shihan’s coming too, and since sports cars are two-seaters, let’s draw lots to split the group evenly. Problem solved.”

He smiled proudly at his own brilliance. Even if Chen Shihan didn’t want to go, she was now involved anyway.

The two women had no reason to object, and could only watch as Chen Lang turned to go find his sister.

But just as he reached the door, another vehicle pulled up—this time, a large business van.

Seeing no space in the courtyard, the driver parked right outside the villa gate and turned off the engine.

The door slid open, and more beautiful figures stepped out.

Chen Lang was momentarily stunned.

The first out was Xiao Mingyue, dressed in a casual blazer. Her newly dyed chestnut-brown hair and fair skin gave her a more refined, mature air.

Behind her bounded out Cheng Jinjin in a loose sports sweater that couldn’t hide her impressive figure.

And then came someone unexpected…

A young woman dressed in colorful ancient-style robes stepped out gracefully.

Cheng Jinjin shouted excitedly, “Wow, it’s so lively today! Everyone’s here already?”

Both Jiang Mengyao and Bai Luobing looked toward the third girl.

The elegant beauty in semi-traditional attire walked gracefully into the courtyard, her aura as calm as a breeze.

“Wait—isn’t that Xiaoyin?” Bai Luobing asked.

“It really is her!” Jiang Mengyao exclaimed. “When did Sister Lingyin return?”

Nangong Lingyin smiled warmly. “Sister Mengyao, Sister Luobing—it’s been a while! I just returned to Nanjiang yesterday.”

Indeed, the true top circle in Nanjiang was small. The children of the major families had all known each other since they were young. The Nangong family, though not one of the four great families, maintained excellent relations with them.

Lingyin had played with Bai Luobing and Jiang Mengyao as a child, but after joining Yunquan Sect and stepping into the world of ancient martial arts, they gradually lost contact.

Now reunited, the three women greeted one another with enthusiasm, chattering and laughing.

Chen Lang, on the other hand, found himself quietly observing the newest arrival.

This girl in colorful ancient-style clothing wasn’t dressed in full costume, but the flowing robes and elegant skirt carried an unmistakable classical charm. Yet, she looked completely natural—even walking down the street in that outfit wouldn’t seem odd.

He couldn’t help but think, Who exactly is this new girl?

Her facial features were flawless, but what made her truly unforgettable was her ethereal, otherworldly aura—calm, elegant, and transcendent.

Lingyin? Could she really be… Nangong Lingyin?

Chen Lang’s thoughts stirred.

This was the female lead of the cultivation arc in the original plot—the goddess of the cultivation world. Her appearance now made perfect sense. According to the timeline, this was when she should enter the story.

As his eyes subtly studied her, Nangong Lingyin seemed to sense the attention. Her beautiful eyes turned and landed gently on Chen Lang.

The ongoing conversation between the group momentarily paused, and all eyes turned to him.

Cheng Jinjin stepped forward to smooth things along. “Let me introduce you.”

She gestured toward Chen Lang. “This is Chen Lang. You might’ve heard of him—the infamous young master of the Chen family from the capital.”

Then she turned to Chen Lang. “And this little fairy over here is Nangong Lingyin, the eldest daughter of the Nangong family. She just got back to Nanjiang yesterday.”

The Chen family and Nangong family were both prominent ancient martial arts families, their connections deeply intertwined with the Four Major Families and the Miles family. Naturally, they moved in similar circles.

Cheng Jinjin, being a close friend of Nangong Lingyin, was one of the few who truly understood her. Both practiced ancient martial arts and often exchanged insights on cultivation.

Today, Nangong Lingyin had dropped by the Cheng household to visit. Xiao Mingyue had come to invite Cheng Jinjin to the concert, and thus, the group ended up coming together.

Standing gracefully in the courtyard, Nangong Lingyin looked at Chen Lang and smiled. With a poised motion, she extended her hand to him.

“Hello. I’m Nangong Lingyin. I see your name online quite a bit.”

To most people present, this seemed like a polite greeting—nothing unusual.

But Cheng Jinjin was stunned.

Of all the people here, she was the one who knew Nangong Lingyin best.

Despite her gentle and friendly demeanor, Nangong Lingyin rarely made physical contact with men. She kept a polite distance, a habit likely developed from years of training within the sect.

Just earlier that day, when they were at the Cheng household, Cheng Jinjin’s cousin and a few other young men had tried to shake hands with her through Jinjin’s introduction. Nangong Lingyin had politely declined each time.

At the time, Cheng Jinjin had assumed it was just a habit of cleanliness cultivated in the sect.

But now, watching her extend her hand to Chen Lang so freely…

Something wasn’t adding up.

Cheng Jinjin’s sharp mind immediately made the connection.

Could she also have Chen Lang’s diary?

Her eyes sparkled, but she kept quiet for now.

Meanwhile, Chen Lang didn’t think that deeply. He simply took her soft hand with a smile and replied, “Nice to meet you. I’m Chen Lang. I don’t usually keep up with trends, but I hear titles like ‘National Husband,’ ‘Most Handsome Second-Gen,’ and ‘Fifth-Gen Charity King’ get tossed around with my name pretty often…”