I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

Shen Yuqing was shocked to see Master Liu tearing off his clothes and was bare-chested in the blink of an eye. She instinctively reached for the gun at her waist, too bad, the Anti-Pickpocket Brigade was not armed!

Seeing Master Liu about to take off his pants, Shen Yuqi screamed out and made a small grappling move. Master Liu nearly had his arm twisted off, grinning in pain and grumbling, “It broke, it broke, big sister. Let go quick! Can’t you see I’m injured?”

Shen Yuqi calmed down and took a careful look, realizing his entire back was covered in wounds, big and small. Some had just scabbed over, others were still oozing blood. The wrist she gripped felt off—it was actually his fractured hand. Shocked, Shen Yuqi quickly let go and asked in surprise, “What is this?”

“What do you think!?” Master Liu moved his arm about, wearing an angry look.

That retort was so clever it stunned Shen Yuqi for a moment. She couldn’t help thinking, were the wounds on his back from saving her? Then she recalled the moment of the crash, when he shielded her tight in his arms with one hand. The car crashed hard into the guardrail—where did his back hit?

Seeing Shen Yuqi sink into a confused memory, Master Liu was overjoyed inside. Luckily, this girl was a rookie and from the Anti-Pickpocket Brigade. If she were a homicide officer or forensic expert, she’d spot in one glance that the wounds were from flying glass. Even Ding Yuqin could tell…

“Alright, you said I could choose a thank-you gift.” Master Liu kicked away the patient gown at his feet as he spoke, standing with just his torso bare—barely better than a skeleton—and spread his hands. “Right now, clothes are what I need most. That’s not too much to ask!”

Actually, Master Liu was speaking the truth. Days before, to impress Ding Yuqin, he dug out his fanciest, most expensive suit, only for it to be wrecked in the big explosion. His savings were less than ten thousand yuan, not even enough for a semi-stylish men’s shirt sleeve. But lately, Ding Yuqin was making progress, so he needed to impress her more, showing a man’s proper charm and giving a woman security.

In this era, what is security? Money, of course. How do you judge if someone has enough cash just by looks? By what they wear! Ding Yuqin might not be vain, but who dislikes more money?

Shen Yuqi felt her earlier attitude and words were more and more wrong. But once spoken, words couldn’t be taken back. Her nature didn’t let her apologize like some men, so she braced herself and said, “Come on, pick anything you want!”

Master Liu just grinned decently. He went upstairs and changed into a simple T-shirt and jeans. Downstairs, Shen Yuqi was waiting expressionless in the car. Sure enough, it was that bulletproof sports car, fixed up like new so quickly. Master Liu couldn’t help but wonder about Shen Yuqi’s background—could a rookie cop afford such a ride?

Master Liu and Shen Yuqi got in the car and sped off wildly. This Police Beauty, like the gangster Lei Shuming, blasted through red lights and honked at traffic police. They headed straight downtown in Huahai City, where tall buildings and shops were everywhere. Parkson Plaza stood out as the most famous. Plenty of fancy malls from foreign or out-of-town places existed, but as a local Huahai business, Parkson grew from a co-op over twenty years ago. It had deep roots and support from locals.

Parkson Plaza kept up with the times, updating constantly. Its features now matched top malls nearby. That day, Shen Yuqi aimed for Parkson Plaza.

Master Liu trailed behind her, step by step. The walk was quiet, with little talk. Avoid talking much around cops—one wrong word could earn them a class-one or class-two merit. Plus, Master Liu was a underworld figure now. Mainly, Shen Yuqi ignored him, using the deal to repay his lifesaving debt and avoid future hassle.

Even though Liu Jiannan, known as Master Liu, was small-time and scraping by on society’s bottom, he had pride. Years after his parents died, he struggled alone, often going hungry or wearing jackets to sleep through winters without heating money every year. Could knowing a rookie cop change such a hard life? As if Shen Yuqing’s dad was Li Gang!

Walking ahead and behind, their auras seemed to clash. Master Liu just wanted to deal with her fast, then chat with Ding Yuqin before her work shift about their “treatment,” convincing her not to avoid the doctor. She must cooperate, even if it meant no undressing—negotiable!

The mall was huge, with a basement supermarket, ground floor jewelry, first floor women’s wear, and upstairs men’s wear, gyms, arcades, kids’ parks, bowling alleys—everywhere reeked of luxury. Every time Master Liu came, he felt one thing: money rules the world!

Both hurried straight to the third-floor men’s section, eager for this to end fast. But fate had other plans. Right after stepping up, they found a crowd at the stairs blocked by a woman’s loud wail. It sounded so pitiful: “Which good-for-nothing, death-deserving, family-killing thief stole my wallet? You’ll make me die! Thief, have a heart and give it back! There’s money inside for my husband’s surgery—a lifesaving sum!”

On hearing this, Shen Yuqi instantly perked up, standing straighter, chest out, police badge on her clothes shining as she waved her ID toward the crowd: “Move! I’m police, let me through!”

See? Cops get respect. The crowd parted like on a star path. If Master Liu followed shouting, “Make way! I’m city management!” he’d probably get an even cleaner scene.

The wailing woman in the crowd was in her forties, thin and simply dressed. Her curses earlier were fierce; her cries now so harsh her eyes were swollen. A leather purse lay beside her cut open by a sharp blade. Stuff spilled out everywhere, most eye-catching a case report and CT scan.

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