Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 87:

Chapter 87: Chen Lang’s “Earth Love Story”:

A tidal wave of applause echoed through the square.

This time, everyone applauded sincerely.

If it had only been a donation slightly higher than the rest, perhaps people would still think, “That’s nothing impressive.”

But now, someone had donated one hundred million yuan—a figure so far beyond reach that no one could even dream of catching up.

All they could do was applaud and genuinely exclaim, “Brilliant! Magnificent!”

With countless eyes on them and no time left to react, Chen Lang, Xiao Mingyue, and Butler Xiao Zhang barely had a moment to process what had just happened.

Xiao Zhang quickly leaned over and pointed to a button on the loudspeaker, nervously explaining,

“As soon as you get on stage, Young Master, just press this button and start speaking. Don’t be nervous… Just talk like you normally do.”

Though, clearly, he was more nervous than Chen Lang himself.

“Alright, I got it,” Chen Lang said calmly.

He picked up the loudspeaker and walked toward the stage.

Under the glow of the roaring bonfire and the brightest spotlight, everything around Chen Lang lit up like daylight.

His flawless, striking face, captured by the camera, gleamed as the diamonds on his suit shimmered faintly—almost as if competing with the stars above.

Standing before the microphone, with the crowd silent and watching, Chen Lang became the center of attention.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, he pulled out the large loudspeaker and aimed it at the microphone.

For a moment, the entire audience, including those watching online, burst into laughter.

Good lord.

Did he really think the microphone wasn’t loud enough and needed a megaphone?

But after the laughs settled, everyone eagerly waited for what he had to say.

Chen Lang adjusted his mood, took a deep breath, and pressed the power button on the loudspeaker.

Suddenly, a mechanical, booming voice blasted across the square: “Recycle refrigerators, color TVs, and washing machines!”

“Collecting mineral water bottles and cans!”

“Trade your old phone for a stainless-steel basin!”

Chen Lang: “???”

In that instant, Chen Lang finally realized how Butler Xiao Zhang had managed to find a loudspeaker so quickly in the middle of nowhere.

At the same time, the crowd erupted into uncontrollable laughter.

Some guests even fell off their stools, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.

In the NTU livestream, the comment section was flooded with wild reactions.

For viewers, this was internet gold—full comedic effect achieved.

Butler Xiao Zhang and the principal both rushed from opposite directions, hurriedly climbing onto the stage.

The three of them huddled around the loudspeaker, fumbling to stop the unexpected broadcast. Eventually, they managed to turn it off.

“Ahem, cough, cough—”

The laughter began to die down, and the audience turned their attention back to Chen Lang, curious to hear what he had actually planned to say.

Chen Lang grinned and said casually, “Ahem, just kidding everyone.”

He adjusted his voice, then looked out at the sea of faces before him, ready to deliver his speech.

But as his eyes swept the crowd, he suddenly locked eyes with Xiao Mingyue.

In that moment, he froze.

The image of her crying earlier—leaning against the car seat with tears streaming down her face—flashed through his mind.

Standing on stage, Chen Lang fell silent.

Suddenly, the idea of delivering the cheesy love lines he had prepared earlier felt hollow and meaningless.

He realized that this moment, under these lights, in front of these people, deserved something real.

Instead of sticking to the “plot” or his script, he decided to speak from the heart—hiding his true feelings beneath what looked like humorous love lines, but were actually deeply sincere.

After a long five seconds of silence, Chen Lang finally spoke.

His voice, deep and steady, echoed across the square through the microphone:

“Grateful.”

A simple word.

No explanation.

But anyone from the Jiang family would likely understand exactly who he was thanking.

Holding the megaphone, Chen Lang suddenly recalled a viral video he had once seen—

A passionate, motivational speech by an emotional speaker that had gained over a million likes online.

The speaker’s tone and delivery had moved people deeply.

Activating one of the system’s stunts—Ventilator Master Mode—Chen Lang mimicked that exact tone.

And so began his “earth-flavored love story.”

“The next words,” he said, “are for Xiao Mingyue of the Xiao family.”

“Mingyue, when I saw you today, I could see the fatigue and stress written all over your face.”

“I want you to know… other people only care about your success.”

“But I don’t. I only care if you’re healthy and happy.”

“It hurts me to see you so tired.”

The audience fell completely silent. Their eyes widened as they watched the man under the spotlight speak with unexpected tenderness.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a simple thank-you speech to the school?

How did it turn into… a live confession?

The online livestream exploded.

Netizens who had tuned in earlier quickly shared the link across social media.

The platform’s algorithm immediately recognized the spike and pushed the stream further.

More and more people flooded into the livestream.

Originally, the 100 million yuan donation was already big news.

But now?

A viral loudspeaker moment AND a public love confession from the nation’s most eligible bachelor?

Back on stage, Chen Lang was fully immersed in his emotions.

“Mingyue,” he said, “when I saw the crystal tears on your face earlier…”

“At that moment, it felt like my heart was pierced.”

Down in the crowd, Xiao Mingyue was completely stunned.

She covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide.

There was only one thought in her mind—

He didn’t read from the cheesy love letter.

Tears? That moment was from just this afternoon!

In that instant, Xiao Mingyue realized—

Chen Lang was no longer following the so-called plot from the novel… 

He was speaking freely, from the heart.

Under the stage lights, Xiao Mingyue looked at Chen Lang—and in that moment, everything clicked.

These weren’t lines from some scripted “villain.” No… beneath the mask of the so-called antagonist, these were the real words of the real Chen Lang—spoken just for her.

“I think…

“Life is but a great dream. Once, I dreamed of a journey far away.”

“And along that journey, I met the most beautiful you.”

Chen Lang’s warm, enchanting voice echoed through the square.

As he spoke, flashes of memories from every world surfaced in his mind. “Dream,” “distant journey”—each word seemed to carry more meaning than it appeared.

Xiao Mingyue tried to grasp every image, every metaphor, hidden between Chen Lang’s words.

In her world at that moment…

The bonfire, the guests, the noise—they all vanished.

Beneath the vast sky, under a sea of stars, it felt like only she and Chen Lang remained, facing each other in silence.

She listened intently.

Trying to hear what the real Chen Lang was trying to say.

“Mingyue, I want to say…”

“Life is short. I’d rather have a little warmth than live in coldness and pain.”

“People come and go. That’s how life works. Time will tell you everything.”

“The joy and pain of the past—we have to learn to smile at it.”

“I don’t like seeing you frown. It makes my heart ache.”

“If you ever find yourself in the wrong kind of love, don’t worry—just remember to take care of yourself.”

Xiao Mingyue frowned.

Wrong love? What does that mean?

“Mingyue, you’re already the best version of yourself. You don’t need to change for anyone.”

“We’ve walked this road together.”

“In this storm, we’ve shared an umbrella.”

“That, in itself, is a luxury I never dared hope for.”

“If I’m lucky…

“If we grow old together, I—Chen Lang—want to still be by your side.”

“I want to sit across from you, share a drink, and laugh at our white hair.”

Boom.

That line exploded in Xiao Mingyue’s heart.

For a split second, she pictured them—elderly, silver-haired, gazing at each other with smiles.

Her chest tightened.

While she was still in a daze, Chen Lang finished his final sentence:

“But Mingyue, if one day I’m no longer by your side…”

“Don’t be sad.”

“Just look up at the night sky.”

“The stars will tell you… I miss you.”

Hearing those words…

Xiao Mingyue’s nose turned sour. Her eyes stung.

The feelings from earlier that afternoon came rushing back.

She took two deep breaths, trying her best to hold back the tears.

For the first time in what felt like years, she felt so helpless.

Since becoming an adult, she hadn’t cried in a long time.

But today—because of Chen Lang—she had nearly broken down twice.

The first time, out of frustration.

This time… was it because she was moved?

She didn’t know.

Because this unfamiliar sensation—this flutter in her chest—was something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

On the stage, after finishing his words, Chen Lang slowly lowered the loudspeaker and looked up at the sky.

The crowd followed suit, tilting their heads upward.

Above them, the Milky Way shimmered in the dark sky.

Chen Lang’s words still lingered like magic, echoing in their hearts.

It was as if their souls had drifted into the night, reminiscing about someone they once loved.

By the time they returned to their senses, Chen Lang had already stepped down from the stage.

Clap.

Someone applauded.

Then, like a spark, the entire square erupted with applause.

There was something mesmerizing about Chen Lang’s words.

Even though his speech had been meant for Xiao Mingyue, many in the crowd were deeply touched.

Some women in the audience quietly wiped away tears with tissues.

The scene online was even more intense.

Chen Lang’s emotional confession had reached thousands across the internet.

In that moment, his words spread like wildfire, heard through screens in countless homes.

Originally, the 100-million-yuan donation was already headline-worthy.

But the unexpected loudspeaker incident…

And now, a heartfelt, poetic confession from the “national heartthrob”—all of it pushed things beyond anyone’s expectations.

Back in the crowd, Xiao Mingyue stared at Chen Lang as he returned.

But when he looked at her, she quickly turned away.

She didn’t know how to face him now.

She didn’t want him to see the confusion in her heart.

Chen Lang sat back in his seat, loudspeaker still in hand.

When he noticed Xiao Mingyue turning away, he wasn’t surprised.

After all, they were still in the middle of their cold war.

And what he’d said earlier was cryptic and spontaneous. He hadn’t even planned it.

She probably didn’t understand it at all.

But that didn’t matter.

He had said what he wanted to say. It was a way to release everything he had bottled up.

To mark the turbulence of today’s emotions.

In the square, the crowd gradually calmed down, letting the mood settle.

After a few minutes, the principal returned to the stage and began his closing remarks.

Chen Lang sat quietly below, his emotions finally settling.

That speech just now… it really had felt different.

With the system’s “ventriloquism” activated, his emotions had surged. His words weren’t fake—he’d meant every bit of them.

But now that he had cooled off…

Something suddenly didn’t feel right.

He looked down at the loudspeaker in his hand.

Wait a second…

Why the hell am I still holding this?

Where’s Ye Chen???

He’d already finished his confession.

Why hadn’t the protagonist shown up to steal the spotlight yet?