I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

That same divination sign… once appeared on Tantai Yaoyue.

Back then, Qin Fan was in a fine mood. He thought it was a sign that destiny had brought her to him, but after all that followed, the blow he took forced him to reevaluate himself—and his expectations.

Now, he drew the same omen again. This time, it pointed to Mu Nanzhi.

But Qin Fan didn’t dare link this omen to himself anymore.

He understood all too well—Mu Nanzhi was quiet by nature and never one to chase worldly attachments. Aside from her deep interest in geomancy, and numerology, she seemed entirely indifferent to most things, and that included romantic entanglements.

When he first took her in as a disciple, he could clearly feel that the reverence she showed him was purely that of student to teacher. Nothing more.

So how could her destined romance have anything to do with him?

Now that he had untangled the thought, Qin Fan’s first instinct was to stop it—to sever the karmic thread before it could take form.

Mu Nanzhi was a prodigy in geomancy, born with natural talent and already surpassing most in their understanding of it. Even he, as her master, wasn’t sure he could still match her depth of insight. A talent like hers… shouldn’t be wasted on love.

At least that’s what he told himself—as if those thoughts were purely for her benefit. But in truth, buried beneath the surface of those rationalizations, Qin Fan simply couldn’t bear the idea of her ending up with someone else.

If her destined partner turned out to be him, he wouldn’t have hesitated to open his arms. But now, all he could do was lie to himself and call it concern.

“Nanzhi,” he said, breaking the silence with a serious tone. “Your master drew a divination just now. There’s a major calamity in your near future. You should leave Qingling as soon as you can.”

The signs in the hexagram were clear—her destined encounter would happen here in Qingling. And if she leaves before it takes shape, the omen might never manifest.

So he lied.

As soon as the word “calamity” left his lips, Mu Nanzhi’s motion stilled. She had been chewing on a piece of pastry, but now her fingers paused midair, and she slowly lifted her eyes toward Qin Fan.

There was a rare flicker of shock in them.

“Master… the calamity you speak of, has it already passed, or has it yet to come?” she asked instinctively.

Qin Fan frowned faintly. Just from her tone, he could sense something had already happened. Something bad.

No wonder her mood was so off this morning.

“It’s something yet to come,” he answered calmly.

His methods in divination allowed him to extrapolate both past and future from present signs, but tracing the past required a far more intricate path of deduction—and the risks were higher too.

There was little value in peering into the past, for it could not be changed. And peering too deeply into the future could invite calamity. That was the price of meddling with fate.

Even his own disciple Tianjizi, blessed with incredible fortune, once suffered consequences just from overreaching his calculations. Back when he was still learning, a single misstep in prediction left his face disfigured with inexplicable sores, turning his once-handsome features into something almost ghostly.

Qin Fan never forgot the dangers of such arts. He rarely used them himself, unless moved by some strong intuition. Even then, he only ever skimmed the surface.

Detailed knowledge of the future required invoking forbidden techniques that could drain one’s lifespan and fortune. It was no different from courting death.

As Mu Nanzhi listened, her expression grew even more tense.

She already suffered once—how could fate still be so cruel as to lay another calamity upon her path?

Can it really happen again?

The memory of what happened yesterday still burned vividly in her mind, and she couldn’t help but question whether the prediction implied another similar nightmare. Her hands clenched on her lap, knuckles pale.

But then she took a long breath.

What could be worse than what she had already endured?

And more importantly, she wasn’t leaving. Not yet. She still had a score to settle with Shao Wanwan. There was no way she would walk away now.

Besides, divination was merely a possibility. Fate was not set in stone.

With the warning in mind, she could avoid it—surely she could.

But even so, her heart couldn’t help but reignite a wave of anger toward Tianjizi. If he had just told her the truth beforehand, she would have been better prepared. Even if she had still come to Qingling, at least she wouldn’t have walked into it blind.

“I still have things to handle here,” she said after a pause, her voice steady but flat. “Thank you for the warning, Master. I’ll be careful.”

She didn’t mention Tianjizi at all, nor the message she was supposed to pass on for him.

“Nanzhi, you mustn’t be reckless. If you—”

Before Qin Fan could finish, a cold voice cut in from the side.

“Qin Fan?”

The interruption came from Bian Suwen.

Qin Fan froze, slowly lifting the brim of his cap. His eyes met the face of a young woman he didn’t recognize—at least not at first. His field of vision had been limited by the brim, and he had been too focused on Mu Nanzhi to notice her earlier.

But now, with her face fully in view, he was struck.

The girl was breathtakingly beautiful. Her features were so refined, so pure, they lit up his eyes instantly.

And then, just as fast, his gaze dimmed again.

A sharp unease crawled through his body, and he quickly lowered his head, hiding his face beneath the brim once more. He didn’t know her—but clearly, she knew him.

And from the look on her face, not in a good way.

“You really are him,” Bian Suwen said coldly. She only needed a single glance when he looked up to confirm it.

This was the man her eldest sister called “Master”—the one who dared to defile her name with lewd intentions.

“I think you have the wrong person,” Qin Fan muttered, attempting to deny it.

But the lie was paper-thin and brittle.

“How?” Bian Suwen’s voice was dripping with scorn. “You’re famous now, after all. Practically a household name.”

Shame swelled in Qin Fan’s chest. His cheeks burned even as he tried to keep his composure.

“We have no connection. There’s no reason for you to mock me like this.”

“Tantai Yaoyue is my elder sister,” she said quietly.

Qin Fan’s heart sank.

No wonder…

Now everything made sense. He had nowhere to run. Her words struck him silent. His throat felt as though something was lodged inside, and not a single rebuttal could pass his lips.

“A so-called Master,” Bian Suwen sneered again. “Lusting after your own disciple. Men like you… are a rarity in this world.”

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