Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 94:

Chapter 94: The Queen of the Daughter Kingdom Makes Breakfast for You

Outside the dormitory building, a beautiful figure stood quietly waiting.

The girl had a graceful figure and delicate features that radiated purity and charm. Even other girls walking by couldn’t help but glance at her again.

A sleek convertible sports car pulled up swiftly in front of the building.

Chen Lang turned his head and whistled.

“Get in!”

Tang Xiaofu cautiously opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. It was her first time riding in such a luxurious car, and she looked nervous.

Chen Lang started the car and headed toward the school gate. As he turned the steering wheel, he chatted with Tang Xiaofu, teasing her about becoming an overnight sensation at school.

Tang Xiaofu responded shyly at first, but gradually relaxed during the conversation. Her stiff posture eased, and her back gently rested against the soft leather seat.

She hadn’t slept well last night, worried about what Chen Lang’s attitude would be like today. After all, she had sung a love song to him in front of everyone—would he distance himself?

But now, hearing him chat so casually, without awkwardness or avoidance, Tang Xiaofu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As they approached the school gate, she noticed a crowd gathered there and asked in confusion, “Why are there so many people?”

Chen Lang casually replied, “There was a little incident earlier. It delayed me a bit.”

Everyone near the gate was watching them from a distance, and the sudden attention made Tang Xiaofu a little nervous.

She quietly encouraged herself—so many people were watching, she must not panic.

Then she noticed a pair of sunglasses on the dashboard. She picked them up and put them on, just like Chen Lang.

The crowd watched in surprise as Chen Lang’s sports car returned. Many students saluted the car with admiration.

A group of school leaders had gathered near the security booth, holding the signed dismissal notice from Ye Chen. They were clearly there to oversee his departure.

When they saw the two people in the car wearing sunglasses—and recognized Tang Xiaofu in the passenger seat—many were stunned.

Over the past two days, gossip about Tang Xiaofu and Chen Lang had flooded the school forums. The buzz hadn’t even cooled down yet—and now she was actually sitting in his car?

Several students couldn’t resist pulling out their phones to snap pictures. After all, this was exclusive gossip, perfect for sharing online.

Inside the security booth, Ye Chen happened to glance outside—just in time to see Tang Xiaofu sitting in the sports car’s front seat.

Even worse, she was wearing matching sunglasses with Chen Lang.

He gritted his teeth.

So it was true. Chen Lang really did come to pick her up. Was he… really going to take her to a hotel?

Damn it!!

Ye Chen stared at Tang Xiaofu with bitter hostility.

He never imagined she’d be such a shallow, materialistic girl.

Of course—gold digger!

At that moment, Ye Chen mentally stamped her with the label: money worshipper!

Otherwise, how could he—a mighty Satan—be ignored, while she confessed to Chen Lang on stage?

Clearly it was because of Chen Lang’s sports car!

And because Ye Chen was just a security guard…

As Chen Lang’s car sped away from the gate, the principal smiled and sighed, “Ah, youth is such a beautiful thing.”

Then he noticed Ye Chen glaring at the car with hatred in his eyes.

He snapped, “What are you staring at? Pack your things and get out—now!”

Ye Chen lowered his head with a grim expression and continued packing.

There’s no place for me here? Fine. That’s your loss!

Just wait until I reveal my true identity—you’ll all be shocked!

According to Ye Chen’s own rules, if a girl he liked showed signs of being materialistic, he would immediately remove her from his future “harem.”

But when it came to Tang Xiaofu…

He hesitated.

After all—she was so pretty.

Now that the school had taken the initiative to fire him, there was no need to pretend anymore. Time for a proper showdown.

He was the great Satan—his worth was immeasurable!

Ye Chen vowed that the next time he returned to NTU, he would arrive in a luxury sports car.

If Tang Xiaofu liked wealth, then fine—he’d play her game. He would let her see his power and status. He’d win her over!

After leaving NTU, Ye Chen immediately sent a message to his assistant Xiaohei.

“Change of plans. No more low-profile!”

“Rent a villa. Book a sports car. Now!”

It was time for a grand comeback.

…

Inside the Imperial Palace Villa, Tang Xiaofu was completely stunned the moment she stepped in.

Such a huge living room. Luxurious furniture. So many rooms it felt like a maze. There was even an elevator connecting the floors.

She stood in awe, her mouth forming a perfect “O” as she took it all in.

Fortunately, with Chen Shihan’s warm company, she quickly adjusted.

That afternoon, the three of them had a small birthday party in the villa.

Chen Shihan, wearing a birthday hat, took a few bites of the sweet cake—then suddenly grabbed a handful of cream and slapped it on Chen Lang’s face. She immediately followed up by smearing more on Tang Xiaofu.

What followed was chaos.

The three of them ran up and down the villa, throwing cake and laughing wildly.

By the end of it, cream was everywhere.

After dinner, they played hide-and-seek in the huge house, the loser having to wash the dishes.

They played like three carefree kids, laughing the entire time.

That night became one of Chen Lang’s rare moments of peace since arriving in this world.

Though Tang Xiaofu was technically one of the heroines of the plot—her storyline had already concluded. There would be no more twists.

Even if her character collapsed now, it wouldn’t matter. Nothing would change.

Later that night, in the home theater on the villa’s first floor, a comedy movie played on the massive screen.

The three of them—exhausted and giddy—collapsed together on the giant sofa.

Sipping drinks, watching the movie, surrounded by laughter…

It was a simple, silly, and perfect night.

In the villa’s home theater, Chen Lang sipped red wine while Chen Shihan and Tang Xiaofu drank sparkling beverages. Bursts of laughter echoed through the room. That night, Tang Xiaofu stayed over at the villa, sharing a bedroom with Chen Shihan. The two girls lay on a big soft bed, whispering and chatting well past midnight.

At dawn, as the first light spread across Nanjiang City, Xiao Mingyue stood hesitantly outside the villa gates.

After a moment of hesitation, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

She was just about to call Chen Lang’s name when she heard the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen.

Thinking it was the nanny preparing breakfast, Xiao Mingyue glanced toward the kitchen casually.

Inside the kitchen, Tang Xiaofu, wearing an apron and holding a small spatula, was carefully making omelettes. When she heard the front door open, she assumed it was the cleaning auntie and leaned out from the kitchen to take a look.

At that very moment, Xiao Mingyue also stepped into view.

Her outfit was sharp and elegant—a fitted suit, high heels, flawless makeup—exuding confidence and sophistication.

The two girls locked eyes.

Tang Xiaofu: “Uh…”

Xiao Mingyue: “Ah…”

A moment later, Chen Lang came downstairs, yawning.

He froze at the sight of Xiao Mingyue and Tang Xiaofu sitting on opposite sofas in the living room, appearing to “chat” in complete silence.

Relieved that no one had flipped the table yet, Chen Lang rubbed his hands and stepped in to explain, “Uh… It’s Shihan’s birthday. Xiaofu came to celebrate. Don’t overthink it.”

Xiao Mingyue’s tone was calm and unreadable. “I know. She already told me.”

Then, her voice chilled ever so slightly. “You really are something—getting the queen of the daughter kingdom to cook breakfast for you.”

Chen Lang grinned awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. “So… what brings you here?”

Xiao Mingyue replied, “I thought I left something here. But now that I think about it, I probably didn’t. Doesn’t matter.”

She turned to leave. “I’m heading to the company now. Bye.”

Chen Lang called after her, “Oh, bye~”

Of course, the excuse of “leaving something behind” was just an excuse.

Xiao Mingyue had been in a cold war with Chen Lang for several days. He hadn’t come to her once, so she finally decided to take the initiative and ease the tension.

But the moment she walked in and saw Tang Xiaofu in the kitchen…

Xiao Mingyue changed her mind.

Maybe… it was time for her and Chen Lang to “cool off” a little longer.

That afternoon, since Tang Xiaofu had class, Chen Lang drove her back to school after lunch.

Later that day, Xiao Mingyue’s secretary, Xiaoqing, dropped by the villa to deliver a birthday gift for Chen Shihan—a beautiful designer handbag.

That evening, Chen Lang and Chen Shihan snuggled on the living room sofa, video-calling their parents in Beijing.

Chen’s father and mother first wished Shihan a happy birthday, then asked how things were going in Nanjiang.

Chen Shihan leaned comfortably on Chen Lang’s shoulder and told them everything was great.

Soon, the conversation turned to Chen Lang—and the recent online buzz surrounding him.

At that point, both Chen’s father and mother couldn’t hide their pride.

In countless official reports, Chen Lang had been portrayed as a model young man: accomplished, mature, and full of gratitude. He’d gained a great reputation.

Now, when Chen’s father and mother interacted with powerful people in business or society, many of them would bring up Chen Lang’s name—often praising his generous donation to his alma mater.

This kind of recognition had never happened before.

Even some of the Chen family’s elder members had asked when Chen Lang would return to the capital to officially take over.

Online, the comments about him were almost unanimously positive—admiration, respect, even idolization.

To Chen’s parents, this widespread online support was more than just popularity.

It was protection.

If someone tried to slander or harm Chen Lang—or the Chen family—they would have to first consider the powerful influence he now held in public opinion.

His fame had become a kind of golden armor.

That’s why Chen’s parents were extremely satisfied with everything Chen Lang had done in Nanjiang.

The family talked and laughed for more than half an hour before ending the call.

Later that night, Chen Lang took a shower and lay in bed, just about to fall asleep, when his phone rang again.

Another video call?

He picked up the phone and saw who it was.

“Dad?” he said, surprised. “Didn’t we just talk?”

He answered the call.

Chen’s father appeared on screen, face serious.

“Tell me everything about Jiang Mengyao.”