Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 67:

Chapter 67: Keep Your Voice Down When Watching That Kind of Thing:

Cheng Jinjin was utterly dumbfounded.

“Is this for real?” She thought.

Chen Lang had actually put this cheap knock-off of the “Red Whale Heart” in a box and gave it to Xiao Mingyue?

Was he really that bold?

She couldn’t even muster the energy to complain; it was just too much. She had not only been caught red-handed, but she’d also wasted all her effort for this fake.

Feeling frustrated and not wanting the night to end in vain, she continued reading Chen Lang’s diary. The real “Red Whale Heart” was still with Ye Chen.

It wasn’t even 2 a.m., so Cheng Jinjin made up her mind—there was no way she could sleep now.

If nothing else, she would get the real “Red Whale Heart” and make up for all the trouble she had gone through.

With this thought, she quickly tidied up, grabbed the fake “Red Whale Heart,” and set off. She drove straight to Ye Chen’s rented house.

The Cheng family, given her engagement to Ye Chen, had been keeping tabs on him, so it wasn’t hard for her to know where he lived.

Soon, she arrived at Ye Chen’s rental.

Just like before, she pulled out her smoke, repeating the same tactic. After blowing the drugged smoke into the room and waiting a few moments, she easily slipped in through the window.

There, on the bed, Ye Chen lay fast asleep, snoring loudly, his head wrapped in bandages.

Without hesitation, Cheng Jinjin walked over and gave him two sharp slaps across the face. But Ye Chen didn’t react at all, his snoring continued uninterrupted.

Cheng Jinjin confirmed her suspicion. It wasn’t that the drug had failed—no, the problem was with Chen Lang. That guy was tougher than she thought!

She couldn’t figure out why someone with such high-level martial arts skills would still bother playing the villain and sticking to the plotline.

She searched around Ye Chen’s house, and before long, she found the black plastic bag mentioned in Chen Lang’s diary, sitting on the table in the living room. It looked so worn, like something you’d get from a vegetable market.

When she opened it, there it was—the real “Red Whale Heart,” gleaming just as it had at the auction, its fiery red surface reflecting a mysterious brilliance. It was clearly worth a fortune.

Without a second thought, she pocketed the real “Red Whale Heart” and replaced it with the fake one she’d brought from Chen Lang.

After carefully resealing the black plastic bag to make it look just as it had before, she prepared to leave.

But before heading out, her eyes landed on something in the room—a full-length portrait of Ye Chen hanging on the living room wall. It instantly reminded her of the famous painting “Boy with an Apple” that Ye Chen had spent 1.9 billion on at the auction.

Wait, could the real painting be hidden behind this portrait?

Compelled by curiosity, she lifted the portrait off the wall, and there it was—the legendary painting that had made Ye Chen famous in the elite circles of Nanjiang.

Well, look at that! Jackpot!

She couldn’t resist laughing as she took the painting down and packed it up quickly. Without making a sound, she slipped back out of the window and disappeared into the night.

On the drive back, she felt pretty smug.

Ye Chen was certainly something.

Not only did he keep an expensive diamond in a plastic bag, but he also hung a 1.9 billion yuan painting behind a portrait in his rental house. Was this confidence or just stupidity?

But it didn’t matter now. Neither the diamond nor the painting would be useful in Ye Chen’s hands. She’d sell them both and donate the money to help children in the mountains.

“At least I’ll put these treasures to good use!”

Cheng Jinjin thought happily as she made her way back.

…

The lively night finally gave way to a bright morning, with the sun rising over Nanjiang City.

In the bedroom on the third floor of the Imperial Palace, Chen Shihan slowly woke up. Her head ached, and she rubbed her temples as she tried to piece together the events of the night before.

“What happened last night?” she muttered to herself.

She remembered drinking a bit too much, and then hearing noises from Chen Lang’s bedroom downstairs. Thinking there was a burglar, she had grabbed a baseball bat and barged into his room. But instead of a thief, she found Chen Lang watching something inappropriate on his projector. She vaguely recalled telling him to keep his voice down, but after that, everything went blank.

She sat up, frowning. “Why did I suddenly faint?”

Then she noticed something strange. She pulled back the blanket and gasped. “Where are my clothes?”

She clearly remembered going to bed in her pajamas, but now they were gone. After thinking it over, she came to the only conclusion that made sense.

‘Could it be that when I rushed into his room, Chen Lang took advantage of the situation?’

Her face turned red at the thought.

‘This is happening too fast, isn’t it? I’ve only just moved in… how could everything go so smoothly?’

But something still felt off. She didn’t have that feeling people mentioned online. Maybe Chen Lang had just taken off her pajamas and didn’t do anything else.

Deciding to confront him directly, she wrapped herself in a quilt, pulled out a fresh set of pajamas from the closet, and headed downstairs to find him.

…

Meanwhile, Chen Lang was having a pleasant dream. In his dream, he had returned to his original world, rich and skilled thanks to the system. He was basking in admiration after performing a spectacular Chiyou Combat Body feat—breaking a giant stone on his chest—on the country’s busiest pedestrian street. The onlookers, especially the girls, were absolutely awestruck.

Just as he was about to perform another incredible stunt, he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. His nose was blocked.

Startled, he woke up and found two slender fingers shoved into his nostrils.

“What the—?”

He grabbed Chen Shihan’s hand and pushed it away. She was standing beside his bed, looking at him curiously. “What were you dreaming about? You were smiling so weirdly,” she asked.

Annoyed, Chen Lang brushed her off. “Do you need something? Why are you waking me up so early?”

Chen Shihan’s expression turned serious. “Chen Lang, where are my clothes?”

Yawning, Chen Lang replied nonchalantly, “They’re hanging on the balcony. They’re probably still wet. Anything else? If not, I’m going back to sleep.”

His casual attitude irritated Chen Shihan.

She leaped onto his bed, straddling the blanket and putting her hands around his neck, as if to strangle him. “Tell me, did you take off my pajamas?”

Chen Lang stared at her, exasperated. “What are you talking about? The nanny took them off.”

“Huh?”

Chen Lang pushed her hands away. “You got drunk last night and barged into my room in the middle of the night. I helped you back to your room, and you almost threw up on me. If you had, I wouldn’t have cleaned it up. I called the nanny to come over and help you. She’s the one who took off your pajamas and washed them.”

Chen Shihan’s embarrassment quickly turned to anger. It seemed she had blacked out from drinking too much, and now she felt humiliated. “So, you actually think I’m disgusting?”

“Well, you were about to throw up everywhere. Who’s going to clean up after that?”

Annoyed, Chen Lang yanked his arm back as they tussled on the bed, playfully locking each other in jiu-jitsu holds. After a brief struggle, Chen Lang gave up trying to go back to sleep.

He checked his watch. It was time to get up anyway.

That night had been anything but restful for Chen Lang. First, Cheng Jinjin had disrupted his sleep with her late-night antics, and now, early in the morning, Chen Shihan was pestering him again.

Was it that hard to get a good night’s sleep as a villain?

As she was about to leave the bedroom, Chen Shihan suddenly remembered what she had seen in Chen Lang’s room the previous night, just before she passed out.

“Oh, and by the way, when you’re watching that kind of thing, keep the volume down next time. I thought there was a burglar in the house.” She said casually.

Chen Lang stared at her, confused. “What are you talking about? That kind of thing?”

But then he realized she was half-right. There had been a burglar in the house last night—though it wasn’t the kind she was thinking of.

“And you should really watch less of that stuff. Too much of it can make you… well, weird.” she added with a smirk.

“What on earth is she talking about?” Chen Lang thought, still baffled.

“Don’t meddle in my business.” he retorted.