Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 86:

Chapter 86: One! Billion! Yuan!:

Wow~~

A wave of whispers and gasps rippled through the crowd.

Two donations, one after the other, with a difference of just over a hundred thousand—wasn’t this clearly done to provoke Xiao Mingyue?

Many of the people in the audience were former classmates of Xiao Mingyue and Bai Luobing. They vividly remembered the fierce rivalry between the two back in school, both contending for the title of “NTU’s No. 1 School Belle.”

No one had expected that years after graduation, the competition would still be this intense.

Xiao Mingyue’s gaze cut sharply across the crowd and landed on Bai Luobing.

Under the flickering light of the bonfire, Bai Luobing stood on the opposite side, looking directly at her with a confident, almost taunting expression.

The Bai family’s chief butler had just spoken on her behalf.

Xiao Mingyue gritted her teeth.

You lied to me earlier today… and you haven’t even settled the score for stirring things up between me and Chen Lang!

Without hesitation, she pulled out another check, waved her hand, signed it swiftly, and passed it to Xiao Qing.

Just as the Bai family’s butler stepped down from the stage, the host’s exaggerated voice rang out once again.

“Xiao Mingyue, student of Class 14, has donated an additional 2 million yuan to her alma mater! Her total donation now stands at 5 million!”

The crowd was instantly electrified.

Was this a donation war?

Xiao Qing’s check had barely dropped into the donation box when the host’s voice boomed again:

“Bai Luobing, student of Class 14, will also be donating an additional 2 million yuan—bringing her total donation to 5.1 million!”

The Bai family’s butler walked back to the stage with the check.

At this moment, NTU’s livestream exploded—viewer numbers soared to 20,000!

No one expected that this donation ceremony would suddenly turn into a dramatic back-and-forth showdown.

This was way more entertaining than all the speeches earlier!

Next to Chen Lang, Xiao Mingyue was clearly on fire. Her expression said it all—

Even if her company went bankrupt tonight, she would defeat Bai Luobing!

Just as she reached into her coat to pull out another check, Chen Lang gently stopped her hand.

“Mingyue, take a break. Let me handle this—I’ll crush her.”

Even Chen Lang was puzzled. This part wasn’t in the original plot at all.

With how aggressive both women were being tonight, if he let this go on, there might really be no end to it.

Xiao Mingyue looked at him in surprise. “You…”

Chen Lang took out his own check. “I’ll test the waters with 8 million first. If she dares to follow, I’ll add 10 million more without blinking.”

“That Bai family? I haven’t even taken them seriously yet. Let me settle this score for you.”

Just as Chen Lang finished signing the check, Xiao Zhang, the butler, rushed back.

He was carrying a large loudspeaker and was sweating heavily—honestly, a miracle that he’d found such a thing in the middle of the mountains at night.

Chen Lang was about to hand the check to Xiao Zhang when, suddenly, another figure silently ran up the stage, holding a check.

Moments later, the host’s voice resounded with excitement:

“Student from the Class of 14…”

The moment everyone heard “Class 14,” the crowd perked up.

Again? Another one from that class? Who could it be now?

“Chen Lang, student of Class 14, representing the Chen family from Beijing…”

The moment his name was announced, the entire audience fell silent.

Was the real big boss finally making his move?

Everyone knew that, among all the guests present, Chen Lang had the most powerful background.

Even the prestigious Xiao and Bai families of Nanjiang couldn’t compare to the influence of the Chen family in the capital.

As the finale, it made perfect sense for Chen Lang to be the one to bring the event to its climax.

People leaned forward, holding their breath, trying to guess how much he’d donate.

The most shocked group, however, was the trio standing next to the real Chen Lang:

Xiao Mingyue, Chen Lang himself, and the butler Xiao Zhang.

Hold on a second—Chen Lang was still holding the check. He hadn’t even passed it to Xiao Zhang yet.

So how had his name already been announced?

Was this host psychic?

All three stared at the stage, baffled.

Just then, the host continued:

“Chen Lang, student of Class 14, representing the Chen family of Beijing, has donated to his alma mater…”

Then he paused again.

The entire venue erupted with noise.

What was going on now? Why stop mid-sentence?

Was the host doing it on purpose?

The number of viewers in the livestream spiked. Anticipation reached a boiling point.

Everyone waited, breathless, to hear the amount.

Onstage, the host leaned toward the person who had submitted the check. He looked down and pointed at the paper, counting zeroes—

As if trying to confirm something.

Back offstage, the real Chen Lang exhaled and chuckled.

“I knew it! They must’ve misread the name. My check hasn’t even been handed over yet.”

“What’s going on? Is the NTU principal pressuring me to donate? Trying to drop a subtle hint?”

Just as he finished joking—

The host’s thunderous voice suddenly roared through the air. This time, he shouted with all his strength, as if unleashing every bit of energy in his body.

“Chen Lang, student of Class 14, on behalf of the Chen family in Beijing, has donated to Nanjiang University—”

“One! Billion! Yuan!”

BOOM~~

The audience exploded.

The word “F**k!” echoed from every corner of the guest seating area.

Under the night sky, in the barren mountains, an orchestra of “f**k”s rang out in waves!

But the person most stunned of all… was Chen Lang himself.

What the hell was going on?

Was this some kind of supernatural event?

Was there another Chen Lang present at the venue??

In the NTU livestream, the viewer count skyrocketed.

The screen was flooded with comments:

“F**k!!”

“Legendary!”

“666!!”

“Pride of NTU!!”

And Chen Lang—still holding his own unsigned check—was completely dumbfounded.

On the stage, the principal’s reaction was just as dramatic as the donation itself.

He quickly jogged over to the host and carefully counted the zeros on the check. After confirming that it really was 100 million yuan, he immediately dashed off the stage.

Not caring about the dirt on his usually neat suit, he personally picked up a large tree branch covered in kindling and tossed it into the bonfire.

One handful wasn’t enough. He grabbed more wood and kept feeding the fire.

The nearby staff quickly caught on and rushed to help, pushing all the remaining wood chips into the blaze.

The bonfire expanded at an incredible speed, roaring and crackling as it burned brightly. The entire square was bathed in firelight… and also in Chen Lang’s confused expression.

Xiao Mingyue, Chen Lang, and Butler Xiao Zhang looked at each other in disbelief, then looked at the check for 8 million that Chen Lang had just signed.

It was already useless now.

Unless supernatural forces were at play, there was no way to explain what had just happened.

Back on the stage, the man who had submitted the 100 million yuan check turned around.

As his face became visible to the audience, many people immediately sensed that something was off…

Everyone knew that in powerful families, a housekeeper wasn’t just someone who did chores.

In formal settings, the housekeeper’s presence often represented the will of the actual master.

Take Xiao Zhang, for example—Chen Lang’s butler. Or Xiao Qing, Xiao Mingyue’s secretary. And earlier, the Bai family’s chief butler spoke on behalf of Bai Luobing.

Now, the middle-aged man who had walked onstage and submitted that enormous donation check…

People from Nanjiang’s upper-class circle—Bai Luobing, Xiao Mingyue, even Chen Lang—had all recognized him instantly.

He was the chief butler of the Jiang family, one of the four major families in the country!

In other words, he represented Jiang Mengyao!

But Jiang Mengyao wasn’t even a student of NTU… so why had she donated 100 million yuan to NTU? And why had she done it under Chen Lang’s name?

Under the glow of the bonfire, Bai Luobing and Xiao Mingyue were both staring at Chen Lang from afar.

Their expressions clearly said, When did you and Jiang Mengyao get involved?

Chen Lang looked dumbfounded.

What are you looking at me for? I don’t even know what’s going on!

Suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind.

Jiang Mengyao’s message earlier:

“You’ll find out soon enough!”

So this was what she meant?

She went to the capital, and now she’s donating 100 million yuan in his name during a bonfire party?

Chen Lang’s thoughts swirled wildly. Could it really be that insane?

Beside the stage, the bonfire had grown to an unprecedented size. It looked as if it might set the whole night sky ablaze.

All the wood chips and kindling that had been prepared were now completely consumed.

Onstage, the principal was beaming from ear to ear. Even his back molars were showing.

He didn’t care at all about the soot on his suit after handling firewood. With joy written all over his face, he walked back to the microphone.

His first words made the entire crowd burst into laughter.

He pointed at the century-old tree in the center of the square and said, as if giving an instruction:

“Go talk to the villa. Ask if we can chop down that tree and toss it into the fire. With Mr. Chen’s 100 million yuan donation, the firewood we had prepared isn’t enough!”

The guests erupted into laughter.

That tree was the pride of the villa! It had been standing for nearly a hundred years. How could anyone think of burning it?

But the principal’s joke was well-timed and clever—much better than a dry thank-you speech to Chen Lang.

At that moment, NTU’s livestream boldly flashed a red banner across the screen:

“Highest Donation So Far: Chen Lang – 100 Million Yuan!”

Chen Lang’s name alone already carried massive influence. Combine that with a 100 million yuan donation, and the news practically exploded.

Countless netizens were drawn to the livestream by that headline.

After all, spending 100 million to buy something and donating 100 million purely out of generosity were two entirely different things. The financial power behind this gesture was staggering.

Very soon, the number of viewers in the livestream surpassed 100,000—breaking the platform’s yearly record—and it continued climbing.

On the stage, the principal stood in front of the microphone and spoke with passion:

“Then I won’t say much more! Please give your warmest applause and welcome our very own Master Chen to the stage for a few words!”