I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

When she heard Wang Haoran’s words, Chen Linlin stood there stunned, frozen in disbelief for several moments before she finally came back to her senses.

How could someone be so shameless right from the start? They only just met, and he was already pushing boundaries this far? It was absolutely disgusting—beyond words.

Her first instinct was to slap him across the face and shout, “Get lost!” but just as the words reached the tip of her tongue, they twisted into something else entirely.

“I have a villa nearby,” she said, her voice suddenly soft and strange. “I live there alone.”

The moment she said it, her face flushed with humiliation. She felt as if she had thrown away every last shred of her dignity. And yet, deep down, she couldn’t help hoping Wang Haoran would respond positively.

To her surprise, Wang Haoran’s skeptical expression faded. He suddenly smiled and said, “Alright, I believe you. No need to prove anything.”

His sudden shift left Chen Linlin dizzy. She couldn’t make sense of it. She already threw her pride aside and offered herself, and now he was backing off?

Today’s humiliation, she thought bitterly, was greater than everything she ever suffered in her past twenty years combined.

“Then… at least come for a walk with me?” Her voice dropped low, almost pleading, like a wounded animal trying to preserve a sliver of pride.

No, no, she thought, hastily correcting herself. This isn’t simping. This is deep, heartfelt affection.

Just as Wang Haoran was about to nod, he caught sight of something through his X-ray Vision. His gaze flicked to a nearby tree where a long skirt peeked out from behind the trunk—Gu Yurou was hiding and spying on them.

He immediately lowered his voice and said, “Gu Yurou’s behind that tree, watching us. We can’t let her see anything suspicious. Maybe next time.”

Chen Linlin followed his line of sight and quickly spotted the edge of a familiar skirt. She remembered Gu Yurou had worn a long dress today.

“Alright. But don’t forget,” she replied softly, restraining her frustration. Then her tone turned serious, her voice laced with venom. “That Gu Yurou is too detestable. Since you’ve decided to deal with her, make sure to count me in. After you get her, it’s best if you knock her up a few times and then ruthlessly dump her.”

“And don’t forget to record it all. Post it online and let her get socially destroyed.”

Chen Linlin’s eyes gleamed with malicious glee as she offered her ideas, her voice practically dripping with venom.

Wang Haoran blinked in astonishment, stunned for a few seconds. Then he remembered—Chen Linlin was a female villainess from a female-protagonist romance novel. Of course, her heart was rotten. That explained everything.

“I’ll do my best,” he said casually, lowering his voice.

Then, abruptly raising it, he shouted, “Chen Linlin, remember what I said! If you dare go after Gu Yurou again, I swear I won’t let you off!”

“Don’t be like this! I won’t mess with her again, alright?” Chen Linlin played along, pretending to be terrified.

“Get lost.”

Wang Haoran threw out the word coldly, his face void of emotion.

Chen Linlin scurried off quickly, deliberately choosing a direction opposite to where Gu Yurou was hiding.

Wang Haoran turned the other way, acting as if he was also leaving. But after taking a few steps, he suddenly changed course, heading straight for the large tree where Gu Yurou was hiding. When he reached it, he yanked her out by the arm.

“You saw everything, didn’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“I did. But don’t think this will make me forgive you,” Gu Yurou replied, her face turned away in disdain, though a flicker of joy danced in her eyes. She glared at him as if he were her sworn enemy, keeping up her usual act.

Wang Haoran wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

Female protagonist stories were always soaked in melodramatic love-hate tropes. Until the very end of the novel, the female lead and the male lead would never truly reconcile. Even if they did, it would be temporary and always fall apart again soon after.

The real issue was the kind of character these female leads were written to be. They’ll be stubborn to the point of absurdity, mouths denying what their hearts longed for, treating the male lead as a mortal enemy no matter how they truly felt. They’d torture themselves emotionally and act as if suffering brought them joy.

Gu Yurou was exactly this type of female lead—classic, prideful, and infuriating.

And when dealing with this kind of woman, the male lead usually had to pretend he didn’t care. He had to act like everything he did was for some unrelated reason, never out of affection.

Wang Haoran felt like he was drowning in melodrama. But for the sake of his mission—and those sweet villain points—he forced himself to play along. He organized his thoughts, then sneered, “Don’t flatter yourself. I only spoke to Chen Linlin because I couldn’t stand her face. It had nothing to do with you.”

He turned with a cold expression, his posture arrogant and dismissive.

But Gu Yurou actually believed him—at least a little. So he did not do it because he liked her?

That realization hit her like a slap, a heavy wave of disappointment crashing into her chest. She felt empty, her heart stinging without warning.

Then, as if recalling all the times she had been bullied before, her frustration bubbled to the surface. In a burst of rage, she shouted at his retreating figure, “You bastard, get out of here! I never want to see you again! I’ll pretend that last time was just some nightmare I had!”

Hearing her words, Wang Haoran paused for half a second, resisting the urge to sigh. This kind of plotline was pure brainrot, but if he wanted more villain rewards, he had no choice but to endure it.

Then he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Before he could turn around, he felt someone bump against his shoulder. He glanced to the side and saw it was Gu Yurou.

The path was wide and clear, and she wasn’t blind. There was no way she could’ve bumped into him by accident. Obviously, she had done it on purpose.

“I-I didn’t mean to. Don’t get any weird ideas. If you try anything, I’ll scream!” she stammered, her eyes darting around nervously. But beneath her panic, there was a faint, inexplicable trace of anticipation.

Wang Haoran felt his patience fraying. This script was so over-the-top that he honestly wanted to tie Gu Yurou up and hang her from a tree like laundry just to get a break from her endless drama.

But then he remembered her Super Luck Halo—specifically, the part where any abuse directed at her would rebound misfortune back onto the abuser.

Yan Yuntian had experienced that firsthand, and Wang Haoran watched it all with his own eyes. He definitely didn’t want to suffer the same fate.

Still, it left him feeling stifled and frustrated. If it weren’t for the precious Villain Points on the line, he wouldn’t be caught dead playing along with this ridiculous storyline.

Wait—maybe there was a way to get some revenge without triggering her halo.

A sudden idea struck him.

Gu Yurou’s character was special. She wasn’t just the typical female lead—she was particularly bratty and drama-prone. From her settings and development so far, it was clear her main storyline was full of pain and emotional torment.

As long as he followed the plot and avoided triggering her halo, there were definitely ways to get back at her without consequences.

“Come with me,” Wang Haoran said coldly, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her.

“W-Where to?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, curiosity and fear battling inside her.

“Don’t ask pointless questions. Just follow me. Unless you’re ready to suffer the consequences.”

His voice was low and menacing, his expression cold as he turned and walked off.

Gu Yurou hesitated for a moment, fear gripping her chest. But in the end, she didn’t dare resist. She hurried after him, her steps light but tense, following him into whatever madness he had planned next.

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