Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 83:

Chapter 83: Chen Lang Breaks Down:

Chen Lang gripped the steering wheel tightly, keeping his focus on the road. Beside him, Xiao Mingyue sat in the passenger seat, leaning against the door, her eyes blankly watching the scenery blur past the window. Her mind was in chaos.

The last time she had a serious falling out with Chen Lang was during that incident with Cheng Jinjin—not too long ago. Even though she had seen Chen Lang place his hand on Cheng Jinjin’s shoulder with her own eyes, she hadn’t been too angry. She trusted her best friend and believed there was no possibility between them. She treated it as a misunderstanding and eventually took the initiative to reconcile with Chen Lang.

But this time… she couldn’t forgive what had happened.

It was Bai Luobing.

Her long-time nemesis.

Earlier, Xiao Mingyue had been busy with work, so she messaged Chen Lang in advance to come pick her up. What she never expected was that Bai Luobing—the one woman she loathed most—would be the one riding in Chen Lang’s car first.

At the mall just now, Bai Luobing’s provocative words had ignited a flame in her chest. Xiao Mingyue had once wondered what kind of man could possibly make her arrogant rival fall for someone. It had always seemed impossible.

But today, she found out that man was Chen Lang—the same man she’d planned to spend her life with.

What a cruel joke.

They had something in the Bai residence… and even in this car.

She had never shared anything like that with Chen Lang before.

Ridiculous.

Back at the Xiao family estate, she used to fantasize about the warmth of married life with him. Maybe she had never really understood how Chen Lang felt about her.

Thinking about all her hopes, her silent efforts, her trust… Xiao Mingyue felt overwhelmed with grievance.

A tightness built in her chest. Her nose tingled, and her eyes grew hot.

Chen Lang’s sports car had already left the city limits. There weren’t many vehicles around now.

As they drove further into the quiet stretch of road, a soft sobbing sound suddenly broke the silence.

Chen Lang turned his head in surprise—and was stunned by the scene beside him.

Xiao Mingyue sat slumped against the chair and door, large teardrops rolling down her beautiful face. They fell to her chin before being wiped away with the back of her hand. She sniffled, trying to suppress it.

Feeling his gaze, she turned her head stubbornly away, facing the window. But her body betrayed her—her shoulders trembled, and her quiet sobs couldn’t be hidden.

Chen Lang couldn’t hold back any longer. He reached for a tissue and handed it to her.

But Xiao Mingyue pushed his hand away. “You’re okay, right…”

Before she could finish, she suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the steering wheel, twisting it violently to the side.

The car swerved, veering toward the curb. Chen Lang’s eyes widened in shock and he quickly corrected it, gripping the wheel and regaining control after a short moment of chaos.

“Are you insane?!”

Xiao Mingyue collapsed back into her seat, wiping her tears and sniffling. “I wanted to die with you, you big idiot…”

Her voice was nasally, tinged with bitterness and sadness.

Chen Lang sighed and pulled over to the side of the road.

He turned toward her, looking her straight in the eyes. “I’ll say it one more time. You’ve misunderstood. There’s nothing between me and Bai Luobing.”

“I don’t want to hear any more lies.”

Xiao Mingyue took out her phone and calmly messaged someone from her company, asking them to pick her up.

Inside the car, silence returned.

They didn’t speak.

But their minds were racing.

A short while later, a company vehicle arrived. Xiao Mingyue got out without another word and left ahead of Chen Lang, heading toward the suburban villa.

Left alone in the now-quiet supercar, Chen Lang sat still for a while.

Then, without a word, he opened the glove compartment, pulled out an ornate cigarette holder, slipped a cigarette between his lips, and lit it.

For the first time since he arrived in this world, his usual carefree smile was gone. His laid-back attitude vanished completely.

His expression had turned serious.

He was reflecting.

From the moment he came to this world, he had always thought of himself as clear-headed and rational. He treated every woman equally.

No initiative. No rejection. No responsibility.

He avoided getting emotionally involved with any of the female leads.

Sounded like a scumbag?

But in truth, it came from his kindness.

It was like being diagnosed with cancer—would you still choose to fall in love, knowing how it would end?

He was just playing the role of a villain. Whether he succeeded or failed, eventually, he would either return home or go to the next world.

One day, he would leave this place.

So how could he allow himself to fall for someone?

What would be the point of forming a deep emotional bond with a heroine, only to walk away and leave her behind?

So, he tried his best to keep a distance.

When Jiang Mengyao wanted to game, he gamed with her.

When Chen Shihan practiced Jiu-Jitsu, he trained with her.

Even when he felt soft-hearted, like helping Tang Xiaofu, he wore a mask to stay anonymous and avoid changing the plot.

Even if he got married, he always thought about finding a reason to eventually leave.

He only allowed them to touch his body—not his heart.

Everyone would part peacefully.

Take Xiao Mingyue, the first heroine, as an example. He had analyzed all her actions so far.

They were probably the most logical choices she could make, given her options.

Though they acted like a couple, a lot of it was scripted drama.

Chen Lang didn’t believe she really had feelings for him.

At best, she didn’t dislike him.

But just now—

He had to admit—

He was truly shaken by Xiao Mingyue’s tears.

The way she sobbed quietly, shoulders trembling, was like a hammer to his chest.

She wasn’t acting.

She had fallen too deeply into the role… or maybe her emotions had crossed the line.

Chen Lang took another drag from his cigarette, then opened his personal diary to vent.

[Damn it, this is real bloodshed!]

[Why is this plot messier than the original novel?!]

[I’ve always hated these dumb misunderstanding plots in web novels—and now I’m living one?!]

[Believe the lie, but not the truth?! Are you kidding me?!]

[Great. I played myself. I set up the milk tea prank, and now the fire’s burning me!]

[I actually made the first heroine cry… Ugh.]

[Honestly, watching her cry really hurt.]

[And that damned Bai Luobing… I swear, one of these days I’m going to catch her outside her company, throw a sack over her head, and teach her a lesson!]

[That’ll stop her from spouting garbage ever again!]

By the time Chen Lang finished writing in his diary, the cigarette in his hand had burned down to the filter.

With the heroine clearly distracted, Chen Lang realized he needed to adjust his mindset. The plot would continue to move forward, yes—but it couldn’t be forced or rushed. It needed finesse. Emotional intelligence. Strategy.

After all, he wasn’t dealing with flat characters in a novel anymore. These weren’t paper-thin roles written for plot progression. They were real people—living, breathing individuals with joy, sorrow, pride, and pain.

If he truly intended to separate from Xiao Mingyue, it had to be clean and gentle. Ideally, both would realize over time that they weren’t right for each other, and a peaceful divorce would follow. That would be the perfect ending.

But making the female lead cry? That wasn’t just unnecessary—it was disruptive to his role as the villain. It messed with his mindset, with his cultivation of emotional detachment.

At that moment, a memory surfaced in Chen Lang’s mind.

He thought of the first heroine in his previous world.

Back then, he had sensed something was off in how their relationship was progressing. Though he wasn’t sure, he instinctively began to distance himself. But things escalated too quickly, and the world was abruptly reset with a single fatal stroke.

Looking up at the sky, Chen Lang wondered quietly to himself…

Was she doing alright in that world?

…

Meanwhile, in a sleek Rolls-Royce headed toward the villa, Xiao Mingyue sat silently in the passenger seat.

Her assistant, Xiao Qing, was at the wheel, hands locked on the steering. She didn’t dare glance sideways. Ever since the president got in the car, she had been crying non-stop—an unmistakable sorrow that filled the vehicle.

Xiao Qing didn’t dare ask anything. She simply focused on driving, doing her best to become invisible, like a machine doing its job.

Xiao Mingyue, on the other hand, was lost in thought.

She kept replaying the scene in the mall—Bai Luobing’s smug tone, the stockings she saw in Chen Lang’s car, the image of her own husband being entangled with her greatest rival.

The pain in her chest felt like a hand squeezing her heart. The tears wouldn’t stop.

But then, she remembered: On their wedding night, she had run out of Chen Lang’s room. She was the one who insisted on keeping her distance.

Did she really have the right to be angry?

That thought only made her feel worse.

She wondered… did she even have the right to feel sad?

The sobbing grew louder.

She picked up her phone to distract herself—only to see that Chen Lang had updated his diary again.

She clicked it open.

Her eyes scanned the screen.

Then suddenly… she froze.

Her eyes widened, and the tears stopped like someone had flipped a switch.

It was as if lightning had struck just moments ago—and now, out of nowhere, the skies had cleared.

And then she saw the final line:

“I should lie in wait outside Bai Luobing’s company one day and smack her in the head with a sack.”

Pfft—

Xiao Mingyue couldn’t help it. A small giggle escaped her lips.

Xiao Qing was stunned.

She glanced sideways and saw tears still clinging to Xiao Mingyue’s lashes, but now her boss was smiling at her phone.

Xiao Qing quickly looked forward again, her eyes blinking in disbelief.

This expression… crying one moment, laughing the next… isn’t this exactly the look of a girl who’s just fallen in love and doesn’t know how to handle it?

How is this the same ice-cold president she worked for??

At that moment, Xiao Mingyue felt all the heaviness in her heart dissolve in an instant.

She had misunderstood Chen Lang.

So the stockings were soaked in spilled milk tea. And Chen Lang had poured it on Bai Luobing on purpose to get back at her.

That meant… there was no way something had happened between them.

And the diary entry—especially that last line—made it clear that Chen Lang had been on her side the whole time.

Xiao Mingyue hugged her phone to her chest, her thoughts whirling.

Over the past month, her feelings toward this marriage had gone through many changes.

At first, it felt like fate had forced a man into her life. A man she barely knew. A man she was told to marry.

She resisted.

Then curiosity took over.

And finally… she decided to try accepting it.

At the Xiao family birthday banquet, she had already started to believe that maybe—just maybe—Chen Lang was the one she could spend her life with. That was why she brought him to her secret hideout and opened up to him.

But just as she began to adapt and slowly fall for him…

She discovered that he was far more desirable than she ever expected.

Everyone seemed to want the man that destiny had placed by her side.

Xiao Mingyue let out a soft breath.

Though the anger in her heart had faded, she couldn’t let Chen Lang off too easily.

For one, her reaction had to make sense.

Two, Bai Luobing really had been in his car, and she really did kiss him at the Bai residence.

So… a little cold shoulder was necessary.

Let him reflect.

Let him realize—

From now on, he had to stay far, far away from Bai Luobing.

No—stay away from all the other heroines!

…

Back in the sports car still parked on the roadside, Chen Lang snapped out of his daze and slapped his cheeks lightly.

“Alright… enough emo.”

Self-pity was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

After all, there were no rehearsals for a villain. Every moment was live.

He started the car, preparing to head to the bonfire party to fulfill the next stage of the plot.

But just as he shifted into gear, his phone buzzed.

A message.

He tapped to open it—

It was from someone he hadn’t heard from in a long time:

Jiang Mengyao.