I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

With fifty million followers, Liu Yue wasn’t just a top-tier influencer in the world of stock trading—she was in a league of her own. Her fan count exceeded that of many mainstream celebrities. Every time the markets were due to open, she’d publish an analysis post the night before, a habit as dependable as the sunrise. And her fans?

They didn’t just follow her—they profited from her. Thanks to Liu Yue’s uncanny insight, most who acted on her forecasts walked away richer.

People swore by her posts, combing through every line like they were decrypting some ancient financial scripture. In their eyes, her microblogs held the keys to wealth. That was why her following had swelled to such terrifying heights.

After finishing supper, Wang Haoran, Mu Zhaozhao, and Wen Jing had gone their separate ways, each returning to their dorms. Back in his room, Wang Haoran unlocked his phone and saw a message waiting—it was from Qiu Qianwei.

He opened it and began replying.

Their conversation carried on over WeChat, though it was mostly Qiu Qianwei doing the talking. Her questions were soft and personal:

“Are you getting used to dorm life?”

“How are things with your roommates?”

“I can’t sleep without you beside me… What should I do?”

Sweet nothings like that, one after another.

When the hour grew late, Wang Haoran gently urged her to rest. Qiu Qianwei, obedient as always, agreed to go get her beauty sleep.

Left to his own devices, Wang Haoran turned to the internet. He was curious now—he wanted to know more about Liu Yue. Pulling up a search engine, he began reading about how she rose to fame.

It didn’t take long before he got a clear picture.

Put simply, Liu Yue’s life so far could be summed up in one phrase: a cheat-mode existence.

Beyond her resume, he also discovered she had a verified Weibo account. The profile was marked as a top-tier stock trading influencer, and the sheer number of her followers gave Wang Haoran pause.

Intrigued, he began scrolling through her post history, trying to get a sense of her style. It didn’t take long for him to understand why she’d amassed such a massive fanbase.

Not every forecast she made hit the mark, but seven or eight out of ten were dead on. In the realm of market predictions, that was already close to god-tier. Still, in Wang Haoran’s eyes, it wasn’t anything to write home about.

After all, unlike Liu Yue, he had access to future stock movements with 100% accuracy.

With that thought, he quickly registered his own account and picked a deliberately cocky username: Peerless Stock God.

As soon as the account was set up, he clicked “Follow” on Liu Yue.

Right at that moment, Liu Yue posted a fresh prediction, analyzing how tomorrow’s markets in Yan Nation would trend.

Wang Haoran tapped into the post and compared her forecast with what he already knew from his 24-hour stock prediction ability.

Unsurprisingly, she got it wrong—very wrong.

The stock she was bullish on? It would crash tomorrow. Hard.

Without hesitation, Wang Haoran left a comment under her post:

“That stock will crash the moment the market opens.”

He was fast—so fast that his reply claimed the top comment slot.

And just seconds later, Liu Yue herself replied:

“Nice username, keyboard warrior.”

She’d always been sharp-tongued and didn’t mince words when it came to critics. Whenever something pissed her off, she’d clap back on Weibo without a second thought. Her fans loved it; her haters feared it.

Wang Haoran raised a brow at the response. Not one to back down, he fired back, “Don’t believe me? Just wait and see. So-called stock god, huh? Please.”

Liu Yue: “Timid in real life, tough behind a screen. You’re textbook keyboard trash. Get lost.”

Wang Haoran: “Why don’t you demonstrate how to get lost? I’ll take notes.”

Liu Yue: “Bend your knees, hug your head, curl into a ball, and roll the hell away.”

Wang Haoran: “Cool. I’ll lay out a sheet and roll with you. Deal?”

Liu Yue: “Pervert. Have you looked in a mirror lately? Roll around with your inflatable girlfriend instead.”

Wang Haoran: “I’m drop-dead gorgeous. Girls throw themselves at me. I’ve got more girlfriends than you’ve got handbags.”

Liu Yue: “Counting fingers as girlfriends? Yeah, you’ve got ten. Bravo, keyboard god.”

Wang Haoran: “Forget it. I’m done wasting time on you.”

Liu Yue: “Off to roll with your blow-up waifu? Careful she doesn’t deflate on you, loser.”

Wang Haoran rubbed his temples. Sparring with her was like fighting fog—pointless and exhausting.

Women really were born with a gift for bickering.

He muttered a curse under his breath and shut down the app.

But their entire spat had already gone viral—comments stacked on comments, and their exchange became the top thread on the post.

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The next morning, Wang Haoran opened his Weibo again and was greeted with a flood of messages—over fifty thousand DMs.

He clicked into a few, curious.

“Seriously? ‘Peerless Stock God’? Do you even hear yourself?”

“How dare you question the stock goddess? She says it’ll rise—it’ll rise.”

“I’ll bet you—if your pick crashes, I’ll eat a pound of shit on livestream. You in?”

“Who the hell are you to question her? What do you even know about the market?”

“Hey, keyboard tough guy. Drop your address. Let’s have a face-to-face about ‘predictions.’”

After skimming a few, he realized what had happened—his comment war with Liu Yue had stirred the hornet’s nest. Her fans had come after him in droves.

Wang Haoran didn’t bother responding. After grabbing breakfast, he left with his roommates for class, quietly waiting for the markets to open at 9:30.

—

Meanwhile, in the faculty offices of Qingling University…

Several professors were gathered around Liu Yue, chatting away. This wasn’t unusual—on trading days, if Liu Yue had no classes, her colleagues would often swing by, hoping to pick up a few investment tips.

And over time, quite a few had struck gold. Some had even made enough to quit their jobs and travel the world, living off their newfound wealth.

In their eyes, Liu Yue wasn’t just a colleague—she was practically the Goddess of Wealth.

With just minutes to go before the opening bell, the curious professors naturally clustered around.

“Professor Liu, markets are about to open. Got any hot stocks for us today?” one of them asked eagerly.

Still typing at her computer, Liu Yue answered without looking up, “Judging by that question, you clearly didn’t read my post last night. I already laid everything out. Go take a look.”

Hearing that, the other professors pulled out their phones, scrambling to catch up.

“Liu Professor, you’re backing Yaochi Liquor Holdings today, right? Is it a safe bet?” one of them pressed.

“Liquor stocks have been booming these last few years,” Liu Yue said confidently. “Yaochi’s a premium stock. No worries there. My estimate is that it’ll keep climbing for at least another month. Solid as they come.”

“Great, I’m buying!”

“Count me in too!”

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