Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 90:

Chapter 90: Leave a Way Out for the Other School Beauties:

After a few quick taps on the screen, Chen Shihan returned the phone to Chen Lang with a disappointed look.

“Nope, looks like only current students can vote.”

Chen Lang took the phone back and glanced at the voting page.

Each contestant had uploaded a photo, with a vote button just beneath it.

One vote per student—pick the most beautiful.

Tang Xiaofu’s photo was a simple, unedited headshot. No makeup, no filters—just a natural shot that looked like it was taken casually in her dorm.

Though plain, it was fresh and natural. Her facial features were delicate, and her eyes held a purity that could truly take one’s breath away.

In contrast, the other contestants had clearly gone all out—

Their photos were fully edited with filter effects, slimmed legs, reshaped faces, dramatic angles, and carefully designed backgrounds.

Each photo tried hard to stand out, but ironically, they all ended up looking the same.

Chen Lang shook his head and smirked.

“This level of editing might work for your social circle, but in a real campus beauty competition? Not enough.”

All the girls had forced themselves into the same mold—sharp jawlines, high nose bridges, oversized eyes…

But the natural charm and uniqueness of their features had been erased, leaving them looking like factory products.

After all, this wasn’t a contest about who looked the most standard—

It was about who was truly beautiful.

And Tang Xiaofu? She wasn’t just standing out—she was leagues ahead.

Her beauty wasn’t forced. It was soft, effortless, and utterly captivating.

The voting numbers proved it.

She was winning by a landslide.

Chen Lang roughly estimated that if you added the votes of second, third, fourth, and fifth place together, they’d barely reach Tang Xiaofu’s numbers.

It was insane.

He turned the phone toward Chen Shihan and said, “You wanted to use my phone to vote for Tang Xiaofu?”

Chen Shihan nodded. “Of course!”

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow. “Wow, that’s ruthless.”

“Isn’t it unnecessary at this point? Leave a little hope for the other girls. If you vote again, someone might get depressed. They’re all daughters of our motherland. I can’t bring myself to hit them any harder.”

Chen Shihan argued, “It’s not over yet! What if someone stages a comeback?”

“When does voting close?”

“It ends at midnight tonight.”

Chen Lang looked at the time and nodded seriously.

“Tell Tang Xiaofu to focus on preparing her song and stop collecting votes. Let’s care about the mental health of the other girls.”

“With her lead, even three more days wouldn’t help them catch up.”

…

The next day, in the library—

A notebook sat open on the table. Tang Xiaofu and Chen Shihan wore a shared pair of earphones, leaning close as they browsed through love songs together.

Just as Chen Lang predicted, once voting closed, Tang Xiaofu easily claimed the title of “The First School Beauty of NTU” by an overwhelming margin, securing her spot in the centennial celebration performance.

The vote gap was so dramatic, it might make the other contestants think twice before editing their next photo.

Clicking through the library of love songs, Chen Shihan frowned.

None of them felt right.

Tang Xiaofu’s gentle temperament didn’t suit anything too direct or passionate, but if the song was too soft, it wouldn’t achieve the effect of “declaring war” against Xiao Mingyue, who would also be in the audience.

This dilemma made Chen Shihan feel a bit helpless.

Just as she was struggling, Tang Xiaofu gently tugged on her sleeve.

Chen Shihan took off her earphones. “What’s up, Xiaofu?”

“Shihan, I actually thought of a song last night. I’d like to try it.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

“What song?” Chen Shihan asked curiously.

After hearing the title, Chen Shihan was momentarily stunned. Then her eyes lit up with joy.

“Good! So good! That’s perfect!”

She actually said “good” three times in a row.

After submitting Tang Xiaofu’s song to the teacher in charge of the party, it passed the approval process instantly and quickly caught the attention of the event organizers.

Because of the impact the performance would have,

They decided to combine Tang Xiaofu’s song with a dance performance by the Dance Club.

She would sing while the dancers performed around her.

Rehearsals began immediately.

…

As the NTU Centennial Celebration approached, the pressure on the organizing committee was mounting.

All of it stemmed from the unexpected exposure brought by the bonfire party—

After Chen Lang’s dramatic 100-million-yuan donation, the entire internet had turned its eyes on the celebration.

Now, people who hadn’t even heard of NTU were eagerly watching for the next big event.

It was like putting a giant magnifying glass over the university.

If everything went well, the rewards would be huge—

But if something went wrong, the backlash could be just as massive.

With that much attention, the pressure wasn’t just on the organizers—it extended to every performer, too.

In the Dance Club’s rehearsal room, Tang Xiaofu took a sip of water Chen Shihan handed her.

Even with the air conditioning, the weather was hot, and the thick performance costumes and heavy props made it worse.

Her fair cheeks were already dotted with sweat, and her bangs stuck to her face.

Chen Shihan looked at her with concern.

“Xiaofu, you don’t have to work this hard. Just put on the costume and sing. Let the dancers handle the dancing.”

Tang Xiaofu had already rehearsed her song several times and had nailed it every time. There was no need to add more pressure.

But she insisted on joining the dancers and learning the choreography herself.

She wanted her singing to blend perfectly with the rhythm of the performance.

It wasn’t easy. She had never trained in dance before.

“Shihan,” Tang Xiaofu said quietly, “I’m just a little nervous. I’m afraid of messing up on the day.”

Chen Shihan hugged her gently.

“It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll always support you.”

Tang Xiaofu said softly, “This is a rare opportunity. I only have four minutes—I want to give it my best.”

For the first time, Chen Shihan saw such determination and persistence in her eyes.

After days of intense rehearsals, day and night, the grand day of Nanjiang University’s Centennial Celebration had finally arrived.

The school auditorium was packed early on. Reporters and media from all over had already set up, long and short cameras lined up like a battlefield.

Why such a grand occasion?

First, NTU was one of the top ten prestigious universities in the country and a proud symbol of academic excellence in Nanjiang City. Many elite figures and celebrities were alumni, and its influence was undeniable.

Second, Chen Lang’s shocking move just days ago had ignited a wave of online attention for the celebration, bringing unprecedented spotlight to the event.

After a stunning light show, the student hosts took the stage, and the celebration officially began!

Even before the first program started, the NTU livestream had already surpassed one million viewers—

all thanks to the heat generated by Chen Lang over the past few days.

The event kicked off with an introduction of attending celebrities and city officials, followed by a donation recognition ceremony.

Chen Lang, Xiao Mingyue, and several other donors walked on stage from backstage to thunderous applause.

When the host announced that Chen Lang had donated 100 million yuan, the entire auditorium erupted into wild cheers.

On stage, Chen Lang stood casually, chewing gum with a relaxed expression.

Since he wasn’t scheduled to perform or speak today, he was basically on vacation—just here to watch the show.

True to his carefree image, he hadn’t bothered to act refined. He wore sunglasses and looked every bit the laid-back rich heir.

With bright lights beaming down from the audience, Chen Lang adjusted his sunglasses and waved to the crowd, still chewing his gum.

If it were anyone else, people might say they looked rude.

But when it was Chen Lang? Everyone just sighed, “Wow, even chewing gum looks cool on him!”

After the brief appearance, Chen Lang went to his designated seat.

The principal had arranged the best spot for him—centered, perfectly distanced from the stage for an optimal view.

To his left sat Xiao Mingyue, and to his right was his sister, Chen Shihan.

Sitting back, he watched the performances unfold on stage.

To be fair, the NTU students really were impressive. Each community had prepared well—performances were creative, expressive, and captivating.

Meanwhile, the online livestream remained steadily above one million viewers.

Many of those watching had followed the campus beauty vote that had recently gone viral.

The comments flying across the screen were clear:

“I want to see the campus belle!”

“When is the campus belle’s performance?”

“What’s the campus belle performing?”

While watching, Chen Lang received a message from Tang Xiaofu backstage:

“I’m really nervous, Chen Lang. If I mess up, don’t laugh at me.”

Chen Lang replied, “It’s a small stage—don’t overthink it. When you perform, just treat everyone in the audience like idiots. Don’t let them get in your head.”

At long last, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived.

The host seemed just as excited as the audience. With a dramatic flourish, he announced:

“Up next is the performance we’ve all been eagerly anticipating!”

“Please enjoy—presented by Tang Xiaofu, the top-voted campus belle, along with the Music Association and Dance Club…”

“A musical dance drama titled ‘Tang Emperor’s Night Palace Dance!’ Please give them a big round of applause!”

The crowd exploded with cheers. This was easily the most anticipated program of the night.

Chen Lang clapped along with everyone else while casually scanning the crowd with his spiritual sense.

Ye Chen? Where was he? This performance was clearly meant for him—so where was he hiding?

Finally, he found him.

Ye Chen was standing at the entrance of the auditorium wearing white gloves—he was acting as a guard—but his gaze was fixed on the stage.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

A deep drumbeat shook the venue. The pounding rhythm echoed through the hall, stirring everyone’s hearts.

Then, a group of girls in elegant ancient palace attire entered from both sides of the stage, dancing to the beat of the drums.

In the middle of the dance, another girl entered, holding a massive ceremonial fan.

In ancient times, such a fan was known as a palm-leaf fan—a symbol of royal status and imperial presence.

Suddenly, the drumming stopped. The dancers froze in place.

A beat of silence.

Then—

The gentle strum of a guzheng rang out like a flowing spring, clear and soothing, echoing across the auditorium.

This prelude…

This familiar prelude…

The audience’s eyes widened with recognition.

A classic scene emerged in everyone’s mind—

Tang Sanzang and the king’s daughter walking in the royal garden, the sorrowful farewell, the woman’s longing gaze watching the white horse fade into the distance…

Three words came to everyone’s mind—

“Daughter’s Love.”

It was beginning.