I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 310: Young Master and Maidservant Duo

Chapter 310: Young Master and Maidservant Duo

“I’m so happy today. Will you be free after class? I really want to talk to you.”

During the afternoon break, Wang Haoran received a call from Qin Yunhan. Her voice on the other end of the line was brimming with barely contained excitement, the kind that bubbles over like sunlight on spring water.

“What’s got you in such a good mood? Did you finally beat Muyan at something?” Wang Haoran guessed with a smile.

“Even better than that!” Qin Yunhan’s voice brightened even further, and for once, when she mentioned Xu Muyan, there wasn’t a trace of her usual bitterness. It was as if whatever happened was enough to make her forget her rivalry, at least for now.

Wang Haoran found this unusual and asked, “Alright, what’s this mysterious thing you’re so happy about?”

“I won’t tell you yet… but I’ll give you a hint—it’s got something to do with one of my closest relatives,” she teased, letting slip just a little.

Wang Haoran’s mind immediately turned. Her other closest relative… that could only be her mother.

He remembered the arc involving the protagonist, Xiao Yifeng. There was a woman named Feng Rong he’d encountered—someone from a martial sect, who claimed to be Qin Yunhan’s aunt, her mother’s younger sister. Feng Rong came to Qingling with the intent of kidnapping Qin Yunhan to use her as leverage in a sect power struggle.

That had been several months ago. If internal strife finally reached a resolution, it made sense that Qin Yunhan’s joy today might be related to her family.

But if this contact with a long-absent relative was triggering a plotline, could it mean her mother had returned to take her daughter back to the sect? Would she be whisked away, separated from him by mountains and rivers in some melodramatic twist?

The thought flashed through Wang Haoran’s mind unbidden, bringing with it a trace of unease.

Still… he shook his head. That kind of plot was something only a protagonist would encounter. He wasn’t the male lead of some soap opera where his girlfriend gets taken away by a domineering mother, only for him to roar “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! Don’t look down on the poor youth!” before charging off to make his comeback.

Besides, even if her mother came from a powerful martial sect, he wasn’t weak either. He had tens of thousands of Villain Points, and could boost his True Qi by a hundred or two hundred years’ worth in an instant if he wanted to.

“Let’s meet by the lotus pond on campus later,” he said at last, brushing aside the spiraling thoughts.

Given that her good mood was linked to her family, she probably just wanted to share some happy news, not drop some dramatic breakup. No need to pick some private villa or hotel—especially not when the sun was still high in the sky. That would be… premature.

“Mhm! See you soon!” Qin Yunhan replied, her voice dancing with joy.

After hanging up, Wang Haoran attended his last class for the day and made his way to the lotus pond. He sat atop a rock by the water’s edge, waiting quietly for a couple minutes.

He could sense it—someone was watching him from the shadows.

It was Luo Qingqian, the girl who’d been absent from sight these last few days.

Wang Haoran was trying to maintain the guise of a regular person, so he pretended not to notice. A moment later, Luo Qingqian quietly approached and sat beside him on the same rock.

“You… it’s you?!” he said with a show of surprise.

Luo Qingqian lowered her head, eyes shimmering with a mix of shyness and anticipation. “Did you come here… because you were thinking about what happened the other day?”

She had time to collect herself over the past few days. Though still hesitant to face him directly, her feet somehow led her here as if drawn by invisible threads. When she saw Wang Haoran here, at the very spot where Shao Wanwan poisoned her, she naturally assumed he came for the same reason.

“You left without a word that day. And now you’re back. What do you want?” There was a hint of displeasure in Wang Haoran’s tone.

She vanished after he helped detoxify her. That abrupt exit left a strange taste in his mouth. Now that she was here, he couldn’t help but vent a little.

“I’m sorry… I just… I was a mess inside. I had to leave,” Luo Qingqian said softly.

“Then why are you here now?”

“I didn’t have a choice that day,” she replied, her voice filled with helplessness.

“Let’s end it here, then. I get it. I’m not blaming you anymore. You can go now,” Wang Haoran said flatly.

Qin Yunhan would be arriving soon. If the two women met here, it’d be a mess.

“You… you don’t have anything else you want to say to me?” Luo Qingqian’s eyes glistened, her brows furrowed with pain.

“Another time, alright? I need some space right now,” he replied, hoping to delay this conversation to a more convenient time.

But to her, his words meant something entirely different.

Luo Qingqian’s heart sank, a fragile sadness blooming in her chest. And yet, after a moment, she composed herself and looked at him with a faint, yearning smile.

“If you didn’t care about me at all, why would you come here? Please don’t be so cold to me.”

Truth was, he did not come here to reminisce. If he really wanted to reflect on that day, he would’ve gone to the scene in the mountains, not here.

Still, her Favorability was only at 60. Her submissiveness came from guilt, not love. If he pushed her too hard, she might storm off in anger. After all, she was still a female lead—she had her pride. She needed an exit, a gentle hand down from the ledge.

With that in mind, Wang Haoran changed his approach. His expression shifted, voice laden with sorrow. “Ah… I hate myself. Why can’t I forget you?”

Hearing this, Luo Qingqian’s mood lifted immediately. “I feel the same way.”

She hadn’t been able to let go either—that was why she wandered back here.

Wang Haoran mirrored her joy with a look of his own, then added with a sigh, “But how can I face Weiwei now?”

“I’ll take responsibility. I’ll talk to her myself. You don’t have to worry,” Luo Qingqian offered.

He was secretly delighted. As expected of a harem female lead, her self-awareness was off the charts.

“Alright then.” He nodded reluctantly on the surface, though inwardly he was already scheming to get her to leave again. “In that case, you’d better go find Weiwei right away.”

Qin Yunhan was probably close by. If she ran into Luo Qingqian now, it’d be disastrous.

“It doesn’t have to be right now. I’ll talk to her later,” Luo Qingqian said gently, then leaned against his shoulder with a soft smile at the corners of her lips.

She clearly wanted to savor this rare moment of intimacy.

But Wang Haoran’s senses were sharp. He already detected someone approaching from a distance. A glance through his spiritual vision confirmed it—it was Qin Yunhan.

Luo Qingqian, whose cultivation was weaker, hadn’t noticed yet.

Wang Haoran was starting to panic, but he couldn’t just shove her away. In a flash of desperation, he decided to go all in—and started getting handsy.

“Someone’s coming!” Luo Qingqian whispered in alarm.

“So what?” he murmured.

“We should hide!” she urged, clearly flustered. She had let herself go just now and couldn’t bear to be seen like this by a stranger.

Seeing that his plan had worked, Wang Haoran rejoiced inwardly, and so he quickly turned off his phone.

When Qin Yunhan arrived at the lotus pond and saw no one in sight, she tried to call him—only to find his phone powered off. With no choice, she sat down at the small pavilion by the water to wait patiently.

Meanwhile, Wang Haoran and Luo Qingqian hid behind a massive tree near the pond, biding their time.

“Looks like some girl’s waiting for her boyfriend. She might be here a while. Let’s sneak away,” Luo Qingqian whispered.

Wang Haoran didn’t answer right away.

Because someone else was coming.

Two people—a young man and a woman—approached. And they weren’t ordinary. Both had strong True Qi auras. The man, in particular, had a cultivation of about fifty years’ worth, but his Qi felt even more solid than Jiang Gaoxuan’s sixty-five years.

What’s more, this man was younger than Jiang Gaoxuan. Barely twenty.

He wore modern clothes, but his long hair fluttered elegantly behind him. His hands were folded behind his back as he walked with a measured, noble stride.

The girl followed behind him by several paces, her head slightly bowed.

Together, they looked like a noble young master and his beautiful maidservant.

Even Jiang Gaoxuan, for all his pomp, wouldn’t stroll around with a maid in tow. This guy… was on a whole other level of ostentation.

Wang Haoran narrowed his eyes, a flicker of annoyance flashing through him.

“Wait—someone’s coming,” Luo Qingqian finally sensed the newcomers and whispered urgently.

Soon, the pair arrived at the lotus pond, entering her line of sight.

“It’s him!” Luo Qingqian exclaimed in surprise.

“Who is that guy?” Wang Haoran asked, his gaze sharpening.

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