I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

“Wuu… wuuu…”

At the peak of Qingling Mountain, a woman’s heart-wrenching sobs echoed across the quiet cliffs. The one crying was none other than Lu Yan.

In front of her, a group of people carefully lowered a heavy coffin into a freshly dug grave. As the wooden box was swallowed by the earth, memories of her time with Lu Chen surged through her heart, and she could no longer hold back. With a choked sob, she threw herself into a broad, warm chest and wept uncontrollably.

Wang Haoran stood there, allowing her tears to soak through his shirt. He said nothing, only raising a hand to gently pat her trembling back, offering silent comfort.

Once the coffin was in place, the pallbearers removed the thick ropes wrapped around it and began shoveling dirt, one scoop at a time, covering the grave with steady hands. It didn’t take long before a large mound of earth rose where the pit had been, and another group of craftsmen stepped in to begin sealing the tomb with stone.

Wang Haoran watched the scene quietly. As his gaze swept across the surroundings, something felt strangely ironic.

To the left lay Lin Chen’s grave. To the right, Yan Yuntian’s. And now, with Lu Chen buried in the middle, it was as if the trio had reunited here in death. The tranquil mountain air and quiet forest made the place peaceful, almost serene.

With three protagonists already buried side by side, Wang Haoran couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, “Guess they’re not lonely now.” His eyes moved farther along the hilltop and spotted several more empty plots. “Still enough space left,” he thought, raising a brow.

“Maybe I’ll send another protagonist up here someday, just to complete the quartet. Let them play mahjong together.”

But as the minutes dragged on, the waiting started to wear on him. He couldn’t help but drift into thought.

That “Protagonist Fortuitous Encounter Experience Card” he activated… It had been several days now, yet there wasn’t even a ripple of effect.

“Am I really gonna have to wait three to five years just to trigger something?” he muttered. “That would seriously suck.”

Still, it wasn’t something he could force. All he could do now was wait.

Thankfully, the breeze on Qingling Mountain was cool and refreshing, brushing gently across his cheeks like water. For a moment, he let himself relax.

At the foot of Qingling Mountain, a taxi rolled to a stop. The door opened, and Mu Nanzhi stepped out gracefully.

“Miss, you’re heading up to the cemetery alone? Be careful, okay? The world’s not as safe as it used to be,” the driver said with good intentions.

“Thanks for the concern.” Mu Nanzhi replied casually, clearly not taking the warning seriously.

She was an expert in feng shui and numerology/fortune-telling, and she also cultivated martial arts. In terms of self-defense, she could easily handle herself. Even if some thug came her way, she wouldn’t be the one in danger.

Besides, before she left for Qingling, her senior brother Tianjizi had already performed a divination for her. It read: danger present, but no true harm. She’ll return completely unscathed.

Mu Nanzhi trusted her senior brother’s skills and character deeply.

The driver saw she couldn’t be persuaded, so he sighed, gave a final nod, and drove away.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Mu Nanzhi took a moment to look up at the peak and murmured in admiration, “What a fine piece of land. The terrain catches wind and water perfectly—ideal for an ancestral tomb.”

If buried here, one’s descendants would be blessed for generations.

This place was truly a treasure trove of feng shui. But even among such treasured lands, there were degrees of quality. And in every prime location like this, there would always be a core point—the feng shui formation’s ‘eye.’

If someone’s ancestor was lucky enough to be buried on the formation eye, their offspring would be immensely blessed. In layman’s terms, that’s what people meant when they said “your family’s ancestral grave is emitting blue smoke.”

But finding this ‘formation eye’ was no easy task. Even experienced geomancers could go their whole lives without identifying one.

For Mu Nanzhi, though, this was just another challenge. And she was intrigued enough to pursue it.

Driven by a sudden impulse, she started up the mountain path.

Though the road was steep and narrow, Mu Nanzhi didn’t falter. She had trained her body well, not just her mind. She wasn’t some delicate flower that would faint after a few steps.

What she didn’t notice was that a shadow had started following her in silence.

She walked a few dozen meters, paused to inspect the surrounding energy, then moved on again. Bit by bit, she approached the peak.

“Could it really be at the summit?” she murmured.

Formation eyes rarely appeared on mountaintops, but the rules of heaven and earth weren’t so absolute that exceptions couldn’t exist.

After a long climb, Mu Nanzhi was visibly tired. Though she was far from weak, this much uphill walking still wore her out.

She found a step along the way and sat down to catch her breath, planning to head to the top after a short rest.

Just then, a butterfly fluttered toward her, dancing in the air before gently landing on the back of her pale hand.

She barely reacted, flicking her fingers to shoo it away.

But as she got up to continue, a strange weakness hit her like a wave. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed back onto the steps.

Her heart skipped a beat as unease flooded her chest. A strange heat began rising inside her, foreign and unnatural.

“I’ve been poisoned,” she realized with a jolt.

A woman’s low chuckle echoed from nearby.

“Hahaha…”

From behind a cluster of trees, a figure stepped out with a mocking smile.

Mu Nanzhi’s eyes widened. “It’s you!”

Standing before her was none other than the Poison Sect’s Saintess—Shao Wanwan.

The abnormal sensations in her body were no mystery anymore.

“Shao Wanwan,” she warned coldly, “you’d better think this through. You touch me, and you’ll face serious consequences.”

Though panic crept in, she kept her tone level. She had done work for many powerful figures in the capital. If Shao Wanwan really harmed her, the repercussions wouldn’t be light.

“Relax, I’m not a man. What could I possibly do to you?” Shao Wanwan said playfully, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. “I’m just curious. Is the rumor about the Capital’s Ice Maiden true or not?”

Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she pulled out her phone and started recording. She wasn’t planning to really hurt Mu Nanzhi—she just wanted some leverage. Something to hold over her in case she came seeking revenge later.

“You damn vixen!” Mu Nanzhi gritted her teeth. The poison was spreading faster now, and her calm, still gaze was starting to ripple with strange emotions.

“Oh?” Shao Wanwan grinned. “So you’re not some frigid block of ice after all. Looks like you’ve got some fire in you.”

She was impressed. The dosage she used this time was much stronger than what she gave to Luo Qingqian previously. Yet Mu Nanzhi, whose true qi cultivation was far weaker, lasted this long and still managed to argue back. That kind of willpower was rare.

“Give me the antidote!” Mu Nanzhi barked, her voice tight with strain. She knew Shao Wanwan wasn’t here to kill her—just humiliate her.

“Alright, alright,” Shao Wanwan waved a hand lazily, ready to end her prank. She recorded enough, and it wasn’t like she wanted to kill her.

That drug was strong. Too strong, maybe. If Mu Nanzhi couldn’t hold out much longer, she might really die on the spot.

She fumbled through her pockets, searching for the antidote.

But her playful smile faded as her search came up empty, and her expression turned pale.

“Hurry! Give it to me!” Mu Nanzhi growled, her will slipping with every second.

“I… I forgot to bring it…” Shao Wanwan whispered, face frozen with panic.

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