YM778.TV Chapter 13 - I Was Ready, and You Gave Me This?
He put on a white suit and a flashy Richard Mille watch. Oh, and he also needed to style his hair with some wax.
Why dress this way? Well, because the idiot author described it like that. He thought that a confession required a white suit.
Standing in front of the mirror, Chen Fan compared his reflection and thought, “Nice, I look even more handsome now.”
Since he had woken up early and there was still time before Lin Qingyue went to work, Chen Fan opened his computer and began typing away.
He had to finish his daily diary because that’s how he could earn rewards. Although he wasn’t sure what use they had, what if, by the end of it all, he returned to his original world? These rewards could be really valuable.
[July 9th, cloudy, raining, not a good day.]
[Last night, I saw something I shouldn’t have seen. I feel guilty. I’m not a qualified villain.]
[How could I have thoughts about a woman other than Lin Qingyue? This isn’t right. I need to correct myself.]
[Today is the confession. How should I show three parts disdain, three parts mockery, and, by the way, three parts sadness?]
[I wonder how Lin Qingyue will roast me. I’m sure she won’t let me down.]
[Ye Aotian, you better show up. If you screw up again today, go dig yourself a hole and bury yourself in it.]
[Honestly, Lin Qingyue isn’t ugly; her personality is just a bit much, as if the whole world owes her something. She even thinks her parents owe her—what a ridiculous character.]
[From today, I officially step onto the stage of getting beaten by the main character. Clap, clap, clap—let’s give myself some encouragement.]
[One last thing: Jin Lan’s figure. Anyone who ends up with her is going to lose their kidneys, right?]
After scribbling down these thoughts, the reward arrived.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully uploading the diary. You have earned the reward: Vajra Immortal Body Technique—Level 13 Complete. Money: +800,000 yuan. Your kidneys have become stronger.]
What the heck? Are you serious, you stupid system?
Chen Fan picked up the fruit knife from the table and sliced his hand lightly. Excellent, very strong—this thing was truly indestructible.
In this world, ancient martial arts were indeed powerful. In most novels, the combat strength collapses toward the later stages, especially in urban settings.
There’s no cultivation here—probably the author’s last line of defense.
The Vajra Immortal Body Technique really made one invulnerable to blades and bullets. Of course, bullets would still draw blood, but they wouldn’t be fatal.
The key feature was that the defense was always active, and strength could be controlled at will.
Turning off the defense? Not possible.
“You … damned system, are you dead set on making sure I fail my tasks?”
Whatever. Forget it. I’ll just go with the flow. I’m just a villain. The protagonist has plenty of enemies, and my role mainly revolves around Lin Qingyue.
He checked his watch—about time. The flowers had already been placed in the car.
He drove directly to Lin Real Estate.
Lin Real Estate was currently the leading real estate company in Qincheng. However, its dominance was only limited to Dragon City; expanding beyond that was tough.
But Lin Qingyue was impressive. Later on, when she took over Lin Real Estate, she did manage to make quite a name for herself. The city’s rankings even improved significantly thanks to her efforts. She had the aura of a strong businesswoman. Unfortunately, liking the main character meant she was destined to be a fool.
This morning, Lin Qingyue had arrived at the company early, even earlier than all her employees.
After reading Chen Fan’s diary, she was so angry she wanted to hit someone.
Am I really that bad? Who do you think you are, Chen Fan, to look down on me? Yes, you know the plot, but I’m not bad either. I have my own world. Why should I live according to someone else’s expectations? How can you be so sure I’ll fall for Ye Aotian? That kind of person, I wouldn’t even bother with.
In truth, Lin Qingyue didn’t hate Ye Aotian that much—it was just a brief encounter, nothing more.
But the more Chen Fan mocked her, the more she felt like she was acting out of line.
Ignoring her parents, helping outsiders, and going against her own family—that didn’t make sense no matter how you looked at it. That’s why Lin Qingyue had taken the initiative to apologize.
Her family had been a bit surprised, like, “What’s going on? Since when did our daughter have a change of heart? Normally, she wouldn’t even manage two sentences out of three.”
If it weren’t for that diary, Lin Qingyue might have followed the story as it was meant to unfold. But knowing the outcome in advance made her suddenly dislike Ye Aotian.
She even started to take an interest in Chen Fan. To be fair, someone who loved her so passionately really did care about her.
Too bad, this guy was just acting.
Fine, you want to act? I’ll play along.
“Boss, boss, something bad happened.”
Lin Qingyue looked up.
It was her secretary who had rushed in.
“Uh, boss, what’s with your outfit?”
Today, Lin Qingyue had specifically put on a white dress, carefully arranged her hair, and applied some light makeup.
“Nothing. Just changed clothes for a change of mood. What’s the matter?”
“Chen Fan is here. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers, right downstairs.”
“I know. Take me down.”
The secretary was confused.
“I said, open the door. I’m going downstairs.”
The secretary nodded repeatedly.
Lin Qingyue took the elevator and headed to the lobby on the first floor.
At this moment, Ye Aotian was also there, but he had his arm wrapped in bandages. He was staring intently at Lin Qingyue.
Chen Fan saw Ye Aotian and silently gave him a thumbs up.
Look at that—what dedication! This guy was so badly injured, yet he still showed up to crash a romantic confession. What a legend.
The elevator doors opened.
Chen Fan was just about to present the flowers, but when he saw Lin Qingyue in her white dress, he immediately pulled the bouquet back.
What the hell? Something’s not right. There was no description of you wearing a dress in the entire novel. And a white dress, no less! Aren’t you supposed to like red? Did I get the day wrong? Is today not the confession day? No, this isn’t right. I need to get out of here—I showed up too early.