Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 91:

Chapter 91: Is My Daughter Beautiful?:

On stage, the large ceremonial fan slowly opened like a thousand-armed Avalokitesvara, spreading outward in graceful layers. As the final two fans parted, the figure hidden behind them was finally revealed—

The number one campus belle of NTU, Tang Xiaofu!

The long-anticipated appearance ignited a wave of excitement. As the familiar melody of Daughter’s Love filled the air, the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Looking at Tang Xiaofu in that moment, even Chen Lang had to admit—

He was truly stunned.

She wore a flowing, bright yellow Luo skirt with long sleeves—regal and elegant. Her hair was adorned with dazzling ornaments, and her eyebrows were delicately decorated with three floral motifs, a perfect finishing touch.

Her makeup was light and graceful, the complete opposite of the hospital’s exaggerated styling. It subtly enhanced her natural features and highlighted her beauty.

At that moment, Tang Xiaofu was the very definition of celestial beauty—breathtaking and divine.

Her voice, accompanied by the gentle strumming of the guzheng, flowed through the hall like clear spring water.

“Mandarin ducks nesting, butterflies in flight,

Spring fills the garden, intoxicating and bright…”

Her tone was ethereal, pure, and light—not as mature or sultry as the original, but more delicate and sweet, full of youthful charm.

Her eyes scanned the crowd—

And the moment she spotted Chen Lang, they locked onto him.

Brave and direct, she never looked away again.

“Quietly, I ask the holy monk,

Is my daughter beautiful?”

“Daughter…

Beautiful or not…”

These lines were sung more softly, more shyly than ever before.

Her love—pure and innocent—was conveyed through her gaze and her voice. The audience stirred in their seats, a wave of emotion passing through the crowd.

Her stunning presence, combined with the timeless melody, touched the hearts of everyone present.

Chen Lang’s scalp tingled.

Why was she looking at him?

Wasn’t this performance meant for Ye Chen? Why was she staring at him so openly?

Something felt wrong. Very wrong.

With her unwavering gaze and heartfelt expression, there was no room for misinterpretation.

Tang Xiaofu was openly confessing—on stage, in front of everyone.

Chen Lang didn’t even dare to meet her eyes.

But the song continued…

Suddenly, her soft voice turned bold and passionate:

“What meaning do power and riches hold?

What rules and traditions must I fear?

All I want…

Is to follow love forever.”

Her words felt like a plea, an oath, and an unshakable promise all in one.

Beside him, Xiao Mingyue turned to follow Tang Xiaofu’s gaze and saw Chen Lang sitting there, frozen and expressionless.

Her hands clenched subconsciously—then quickly relaxed. Her face returned to calm, and she continued watching the performance.

But Chen Shihan, seated on the other side, noticed the momentary reaction and smirked to herself.

Hmph. Acting all composed now? You’re definitely feeling it.

After all, the beauty and presence Tang Xiaofu displayed on stage weren’t something an ordinary girl could match.

Chen Lang, who felt like he was sitting on needles, was lost in thought.

Damn, this song is too perfectly chosen!

It felt like it had been written just for him.

In Journey to the West, Tang Seng bore the burden of retrieving sacred scriptures. When faced with the Queen’s confession in Daughter Nation, he could only whisper, “If there’s an afterlife…”

Chen Lang had crossed into this world to follow the path of a villain. Like Tang Seng, he had a mission—he couldn’t afford to indulge in worldly love.

He never expected to find himself facing a “Daughter Nation” crisis of his own.

“Love, love, such yearning love,

May this song…

Stay with you forever…”

As the chorus ended, the drums erupted once again.

The costumed dancers who had stood still until now began to move with the rhythm, the crowd cheering wildly in response.

And in the center of it all, surrounded like the moon among stars, Tang Xiaofu danced with them.

Her sleeves fluttered, her figure turned and spun, moving like a graceful butterfly in flight.

Her presence outshone everyone on stage.

She moved in perfect rhythm—not like a first-time dancer at all.

The livestream exploded—viewership surpassed 2 million.

The screen was flooded with exclamations and praise:

“So this is the power of NTU’s top campus belle?!”

“Insane! Get all those celebrities to take notes!”

Under the shifting lights and dazzling choreography, the performance transported everyone to the grand halls of the Tang Dynasty, a time of elegance and prosperity.

When the drums ceased, the dancers froze.

Then the guzheng began again—soft, serene—and Tang Xiaofu’s clear, gentle voice echoed through the auditorium once more:

“Mandarin ducks nesting, butterflies in flight,

Spring fills the garden, intoxicating and bright…”

From somewhere in the audience, someone began to softly sing along.

Then another joined in.

And just like that, the melody spread like wildfire.

It was a classic—easy to remember, impossible to forget.

Soon, the entire venue was immersed in the moment.

People sang together, swept away by emotion:

“Quietly, I ask the holy monk, is my daughter beautiful?”

“Daughter…”

“Beautiful…”

At this moment, the sound from the audience rose like a tidal wave, crashing against the ceiling of the auditorium.

A full chorus!

It felt like witnessing a god-tier moment destined to go viral across the entire internet.

But on stage, Tang Xiaofu remained calm and focused.

She didn’t waver for even a second—her eyes stayed fixed on Chen Lang, completely immersed in the rhythm and emotion of her performance.

“What meaning do power and riches hold?

What rules or traditions must I fear?

All I want…

Is to follow love forever.

Love, love, endless love…

May this life be with you—

For eternity…”

The final verse hit with full impact—an entire chorus!

The crowd erupted, and the centennial celebration reached its climax.

As the last note faded into silence, the auditorium paused for a breath—

Then came a thunderous explosion of cheers and applause. Everyone stood up. Every single person!

Even Xiao Mingyue rose from her seat and clapped.

Chen Shihan went a step further—cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and yelling out,

“Xiaofu, you were amazing! I love you, Xiaofu!!!”

The only person still sitting… was Chen Lang, stuck between the two of them.

He remained seated, lost in thought, his mind drifting to the world of Journey to the West.

The beauty of Daughter’s Love lies in its restraint—

A love that could never be spoken, a deep yearning hidden beneath gentle words.

He imagined the scene: Tang Sanzang and the queen of the daughter kingdom strolling through the royal garden.

The queen, unable to hold back, gives him subtle hints.

Tang Sanzang, flustered, lowers his eyes and dares not look at her.

That’s when she delivers the most iconic line:

“You speak of emptiness, yet your eyes are closed. If you truly see emptiness, open your eyes and look at me.”

Chen Lang finally snapped out of his daze.

Realizing the performance had ended, he quickly stood up and clapped along with the crowd, a bit too exaggerated to cover for his late reaction.

The remaining programs of the celebration couldn’t match the emotional high of Daughter’s Love.

Unsurprisingly, Tang Xiaofu was awarded Best Performance of the night.

…

The event concluded with a group photo.

City officials, university leaders, graduate representatives, performers—all gathered on stage for a commemorative snapshot.

Chen Lang stood in the center. On his left was Xiao Mingyue in a refined suit—elegant and reserved. On his right stood Tang Xiaofu, still dressed in her Tang Dynasty performance outfit, graceful and stunning.

Behind him, Chen Shihan stood with a mischievous smile.

As the camera clicked, Chen Shihan suddenly threw her arms around Chen Lang’s neck, twisted him in a playful chokehold, and grinned at the camera, showing off her pearly white teeth.

Chen Lang stuck out his tongue in response.

While everyone else had dignified expressions in the photo, the two siblings looked hilarious—and their antics were forever immortalized in NTU’s official group photo.

…

After the celebration, in the NTU parking lot—

Chen Lang opened the car door, ready to drive Xiao Mingyue home.

But she stopped him, hand on the door.

“If you’re busy, you don’t have to send me. I can call Xiaoqing.”

Chen Lang buckled his seatbelt. “I’m free.”

Xiao Mingyue looked at him meaningfully.

“Shouldn’t you go talk to the queen of the daughter kingdom now? She might be waiting for you.”

Chen Lang chuckled. “What? Are you jealous? Why are you so sensitive? Are you still brooding over the stuff people said online the other day?”

Xiao Mingyue didn’t respond. Her heart was calm, like a still mirror.

But in truth, Tang Xiaofu’s presence made her uneasy in a way no internet fan ever could.

It wasn’t just her looks or her grace—

It was the look in Tang Xiaofu’s eyes during the performance.

That gaze still lingered in Xiao Mingyue’s mind.

Whatever. It’s not like she hadn’t dealt with enough already.

In just a short time, Jiang Mengyao had become one rival, Bai Luobing another, and now Tang Xiaofu had joined the list.

If that wasn’t enough, there was even half a Cheng Jinjin floating around somewhere.

…

Tang Xiaofu, the crowned campus belle of NTU, had turned her Daughter’s Love performance into an online sensation.

That night’s livestream had surpassed 2 million concurrent viewers. The entire venue sang along.

There was no doubt—this wasn’t just a hit. It was a phenomenon.

Terms like “angelic voice,” “beautiful school flower,” “costume dance,” and “chorus celebration” began trending with sky-high frequency.

The performance even sparked a surge of discussion about Journey to the West, especially the scene between Tang Seng and the queen of the daughter kingdom.

Online debates heated up:

“I bet a dime that Tang Seng was definitely tempted! He just had a duty to complete, that’s all!”

“If the daughter kingdom’s queen looked like NTU’s school flower, Journey to the West would’ve ended right there!”

“Plot twist—Daughter Kingdom was actually the final destination!”

“If I were Tang Seng, no way I’d make it past the daughter kingdom.”

Someone quickly replied, “Forget that. You wouldn’t even survive the Spider Cave!”

Meanwhile, official footage of Tang Xiaofu’s performance circulated.

Her singing, her dancing, her stage presence—

Combined with the emotional reaction of the audience—was deemed flawless.

But the internet quickly noticed something odd.

Why did the school flower’s gaze look so affectionate?

Too affectionate.

It didn’t look like acting at all.

Why did she keep staring at just one spot the entire time?

Was she confessing to someone?

And just like that, discussions exploded.

The more people rewatched the performance, the more convinced they became.

“Who exactly was she singing to?”