Villain Marrying The Heroine Is Perfectly Plausible, Right? - Chapter 98:

Chapter 98: My Bike Is Worth a Hundred Times More:

As soon as she saw Chen Lang, Tang Xiaofu took off her earphones and ran down the dormitory steps, smiling like a flower in full bloom.

Ye Chen, the moment he laid eyes on Chen Lang, clenched his fists tightly. In that instant, everything became clear.

So that’s why Tang Xiaofu was waiting at the dorm entrance. So that’s why her cold expression had suddenly melted. It was Chen Lang she had been waiting for!

No way. He couldn’t let Chen Lang take Tang Xiaofu away so easily. If that happened, Satan’s dignity would be crushed at NTU.

Then Ye Chen’s eyes landed on the bicycle Chen Lang was riding, and his expression lit up as if he’d found a weakness.

That bike looked incredibly ordinary. There was no logo, no branding—nothing special about it. Even worse, there was a seat attached at the back!?

Even if Ye Chen wasn’t an expert on bicycles, he knew enough to say—high-end bikes don’t have rear seats!

How could that pathetic thing compare to his brand-new sports car?

Ye Chen immediately laughed out loud.

“Chen Lang, are you serious? You’re riding a bicycle now? Hahaha! Come on, take a good look at my new sports car!”

Turning toward Tang Xiaofu, Ye Chen felt a renewed sense of confidence. She worshiped money—surely she wouldn’t choose a bicycle!

“Xiaofu, his busted bike can’t even carry you properly! Come on, make your choice!”

“Do you want to ride in my brand-new, fully equipped sports car that cost three million yuan and has only driven ten kilometers, or squeeze onto the back of that junk bike?”

Chen Lang, sitting on the bike with one leg on the ground, was also surprised to see Ye Chen.

What is this? There was no mention of this scene in the novel. The protagonist’s adding scenes for himself now?

Besides, Tang Xiaofu’s plotline had already ended. What was he doing pestering her again?

When Ye Chen started ranting about his car, Chen Lang nearly laughed out loud.

You resign from a security job and go straight into car sales? Is this your debut pitch?

Why was he so fluent in car dealership jargon? Maybe he was secretly advertising for a showroom.

But since this wasn’t part of the novel’s original plot, Chen Lang didn’t want to waste time talking to him.

He looked at Tang Xiaofu and smiled. “You’ve been waiting long?”

Tang Xiaofu smiled sweetly and shook her head.

Chen Lang patted the rear seat and gestured. “Hop on!”

“Okay!” she replied without hesitation.

Seeing them completely ignore him, Ye Chen was getting angry.

“Hey! Tang Xiaofu, I bought this sports car for you!”

“It’s a simple choice: bicycle or sports car. Think carefully!”

“If you ride off on Chen Lang’s trashy bike now, you won’t ever have the chance to sit in my car again!”

Tang Xiaofu was seriously annoyed now.

Is something wrong with this guy?

Without even looking at him, she turned and gracefully sat on the back of Chen Lang’s bicycle.

To her, it didn’t matter what Chen Lang was driving—as long as he came, even a tractor would do.

And the bike? It actually felt more down-to-earth… even more romantic.

There was no plot scheduled for today, and Chen Lang had no interest in Ye Chen’s nonsense.

“Xiaofu, hold on tight. Let’s go.”

Blushing slightly, Tang Xiaofu wrapped her arms around Chen Lang’s waist in front of the whole crowd.

People around were stunned with envy—and started mocking Ye Chen even harder.

This scene was just too perfect. It instantly brought to mind those viral moments online: a poor guy riding a bicycle comes to pick up his girlfriend, only to watch her get into a rich guy’s luxury car and drive away, leaving him behind in the snow as sad music plays.

But this time, it was flipped completely.

Ignore who Chen Lang and Ye Chen were for a moment—this was a pure moment of a campus belle choosing love over money. In front of flashy wealth and humble sincerity, she picked the bike, not the luxury car.

She didn’t even glance at the man flaunting millions.

It made people believe in love again.

Chen Lang placed his feet on the pedals, ready to ride.

Ye Chen could only glare at them, helpless and furious.

Beside him, Xiao Hei suddenly had an idea. He thought this was the time to help his boss save face!

If Chen Lang really left with the campus goddess, where would Ye Chen’s dignity go?

So Xiao Hei dashed forward and stood directly in front of the bike.

“You’re not going anywhere today!”

Then he squatted down.

To everyone’s shock, he grabbed the front tire of Chen Lang’s bicycle with both hands and squeezed with all his strength. His face turned from dark to red, veins bulging, as exclamations rose around him—

He actually bent the front wheel of the bike with brute force!

Chen Lang couldn’t help but chuckle. “Have you always been this brave?”

Honestly, he could knock both of them out with one punch now, but there was no need. He didn’t want to scare everyone watching.

If Ye Chen wanted to waste money, let him.

Chen Lang looked at Ye Chen. “Is this musclehead yours?”

Ye Chen raised his chin proudly. “That’s my little brother!”

Although he felt Xiao Hei’s move was a little risky, seeing the bent bike rim made him feel incredibly satisfied.

Now that the bike was useless, what would Chen Lang do?

Chen Lang pointed at Ye Chen. “So, are you paying for my broken bike?”

Ye Chen burst into laughter as if he’d heard the funniest thing ever.

“Are you kidding me? It’s just a piece of junk!”

With an arrogant grin, Ye Chen pulled out his wallet, drew three crisp red hundred-yuan notes, and threw them onto the ground.

“Here, pick it up! Go get your bike fixed. Change the tire or whatever—hahaha!”

Chen Lang simply smiled, pointed at Ye Chen, and said calmly, “I suggest you don’t run. Just pay up properly.”

“Otherwise, don’t blame me when the police come knocking.”

Ye Chen felt a flicker of guilt under Chen Lang’s gaze. But on the surface, he stayed stubborn.

“Run? Me? If I run, I’ll write my name backward!”

Inwardly, though, he kept trying to reassure himself. It’s just a bicycle. How expensive can it be, really?

“Very well,” Chen Lang said with a smile. He pulled out his phone and called Butler Xiao Zhang. 

With just a few words, he explained what happened and then ended the call—everything else would be taken care of.

Police, compensation, follow-up arrangements—Xiao Zhang would handle all of it.

Meanwhile, more and more people had gathered around to watch the drama unfold. Some students even skipped class just to stay and see what would happen next.

After all, this wasn’t just some random argument anymore—things were getting serious.

Someone had bent the tire of Chen Dashao’s bicycle.

This wouldn’t end well.

And standing obediently beside Chen Lang was none other than NTU’s number one campus belle, Tang Xiaofu!

Getting to see Tang Xiaofu in person already made skipping class worthwhile.

As tension filled the air between both sides, a team of sleek road bicycles suddenly rode past.

It was the school’s cycling club.

Leading them was the club president, dressed in designer sportswear, exuding the vibe of a rich second-generation heir. His bicycle had a flashy logo, clearly from a well-known international brand—probably worth over 100,000 yuan.

They were about to ride away, but the president caught something in the corner of his eye.

He immediately turned around, stopped his bike, and walked over to Chen Lang’s damaged bicycle.

The moment he got close, he leaned down and gently ran his fingers along the frame.

His eyes lit up more and more with each glance, his excitement growing. In the end, the expression on his face looked almost divine, like a devout worshipper discovering a sacred relic.

But the moment he saw the twisted front tire, he dropped to his knees, completely heartbroken.

“Sin! What kind of monster would do this?!”

Xiao Hei snorted. “I did it. Got a problem with that?”

The cycling club president glared at him, clearly furious. If he thought he could win in a fight, he probably would’ve thrown a punch right there. But it wasn’t about being called ‘grandpa’—it was about how brutally the bike had been treated.

“This is a piece of art! And you destroyed it like that!”

Still kneeling, the president gently touched the bike’s frame again and called out to his teammates, “Let’s see who can recognize what brand this bike is.”

Most of the cycling club members shook their heads. But two of them leaned in for a closer look, and after a pause, one of them hesitantly muttered a few English-sounding syllables, “Qian… Nuo… Hao?”

The president nodded solemnly. “Correct.”

The cycling club members exploded into a frenzy.

This was a brand they had only ever seen in elite collector videos or high-end cycling articles. To think one of the top custom-made bicycles in the world was right in front of them!

Even Ye Chen could tell something was off.

“What kind of bike is this?”

The president’s eyes glowed with fanatic reverence.

“This brand… is called Edmund Tokruticia!”

Ye Chen blinked. “What… what are you talking about?”

The president launched into another string of English, passionately explaining the bicycle’s value and heritage. From the looks on the crowd’s faces, this bike was clearly no ordinary item.

Ye Chen’s confidence began to falter. “Alright, enough with the foreign words I don’t understand. Just tell me—how much is this bicycle worth?!”

The president stood and pointed at his own flashy bike. “Do you see this? Do you know what brand I’m riding?”

Ye Chen looked at the multi-colored bike, nodded, and said, “Yeah, I know that brand. That one’s worth hundreds of thousands, right?”

The president nodded. “Exactly. This one starts at over a hundred thousand.”

Ye Chen turned to Chen Lang, stunned. “Wait, are you saying your bike is worth as much as this one?”

The president laughed and wagged his finger. “No, no, no…”

“The price of his bike—”

“—is ten times the cost of mine.”