I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 322: Fang Heng: Why Isn’t My Golden Finger Working?

Chapter 322: Fang Heng: Why Isn’t My Golden Finger Working?

After finishing the call, Wang Haoran remained with Fang Heng, both of them quietly waiting.

Roughly twenty minutes passed before a familiar figure stepped into view.

“Sister? Didn’t you say you’d be home after work? Why are you back already?” Fang Heng looked up in surprise.

Fang Xuan’s expression was conflicted, as though unsure how to respond.

“I was the one who called her,” Wang Haoran said calmly.

Fang Heng frowned, puzzled. “Didn’t you say you were calling someone to appraise the goods? Why’d you get my sister involved?”

Wang Haoran turned to Fang Xuan and explained with a meaningful look, “Your brother’s asking for twenty billion this time. And he’s insisting the money not go through you—it has to go straight to him.”

In that instant, Fang Xuan understood exactly why Wang Haoran called her over. She looked toward Fang Heng and sighed, “Silly brother… You really think reading a few books on antiques makes you a real appraiser? You’re too naive. Every single buyer was someone Wang Haoran planted.”

Fang Heng’s eyes widened. “Soster… you never believed me? I’m serious. I really can identify antiques!”

“Is that so?” she said flatly. “Then go ahead. Show me. Tell me where one of these came from. What dynasty, what craftsmanship. Come on, impress me.”

Confidently, Fang Heng smiled. He was ready to show off. His gaze swept the room before he picked out a porcelain vase closest to him and reached out to touch it.

He had examined all these antiques before, though the sheer volume made it hard to recall the details of each piece. Not that it mattered—he only needed to touch one, and the information would appear in his mind automatically.

But to his shock, as his fingers brushed the vase, his mind remained blank.

Not a single whisper of data emerged.

Perplexed, he quickly picked another item, then another. Still nothing. He cycled through a dozen artifacts in a frenzy, testing each one—but all remained mute to his touch.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Why… wasn’t his Golden Finger working?

Fang Xuan watched his silent struggle with a cold gaze, not surprised in the least. “Well? Don’t just stand there. Tell me what dynasty this came from. What technique was used? Explain it.”

“Wait… just wait a second,” Fang Heng muttered, grabbing another piece. But no matter what he touched, his mind stayed empty.

Panic welled in his chest. What the hell was going on?

“Enough,” Fang Xuan snapped. “Stop pretending already.”

“I’m not pretending!” Fang Heng insisted, grasping for an excuse. “I really can do this. Maybe I’m just off today—didn’t sleep well. I’ll prove it tomorrow.”

“Silly boy,” she sighed, exasperated. “That first time, when someone spent five million to buy one of your antiques? That was one of Wang Haoran’s plants. After that, he handled it himself.”

Fang Heng looked to Wang Haoran with a skeptical scowl. “Why would he go to all that trouble? And give me so much money?”

“Because…” Fang Xuan hesitated, her cheeks flushing red. The words wouldn’t come.

“Because I’m your sister’s boyfriend,” Wang Haoran said, picking up smoothly where she faltered.

Fang Xuan froze as she did not expect him to say it out loud. Her eyes snapped to him in disbelief.

【Ding. Female Lead Fang Xuan’s Favorability toward Host +15. Current Favorability: 70 (Unswerving Devotion).】

【Ding. Host has influenced the plot. Gained 1500 Villain Points.】

“You? You’re my sister’s boyfriend? No way!” Fang Heng barked, unwilling to accept it.

But Fang Xuan nodded. “Xiao Heng… he is. We’ve been together for months now.”

With her confirmation, even if Fang Heng didn’t want to believe it, he had no choice.

But even more than shock, what now burned in his chest was the realization that all those antiques he had scavenged ended up in Wang Haoran’s hands. The money sent to his sister? It had all been a front.

Wang Haoran did not buy a single one but stole it.

“You bastard! I’m going to sue you for stealing my antiques!” Fang Heng snarled.

“Antiques?” Wang Haoran laughed mockingly. “You mean that trash you picked up from random flea markets? I threw most of it in the garbage the moment I got it.”

“You’re lying! I appraised those myself! They’re real!” Fang Heng shouted.

“Oh? And how exactly did you appraise them?” Wang Haoran asked, smiling.

“I can’t tell you that. But I can tell real from fake, I swear.” He jabbed his finger toward the neatly arranged collection. “These are all real antiques. They’re worth at least twenty billion.”

“Then bring in a certified expert,” Wang Haoran said lazily. “Let’s see what they have to say.”

“I was going to do that anyway,” Fang Heng huffed. He then pushed both his sister and Wang Haoran out of the basement, locking the door behind them with deliberate care. No one was going to steal from him—not now.

“Hurry up, it’s almost dark,” Wang Haoran said, casually patting his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me,” Fang Heng snapped, shrugging him off. He brushed his shoulder irritably, as though trying to swat away a mosquito.

Something about that touch left a strange itch beneath his skin.

After he left, Fang Xuan turned to Wang Haoran with a soft gaze. “Just now… thank you. You didn’t expose the truth. You let me keep a shred of dignity.”

“I only told the truth,” Wang Haoran replied with a smile. Maybe it was the habit of sweet-talking women, but the words came naturally—so easily he didn’t even notice.

“You… do you really see me as your girlfriend?” she asked, startled, her voice trembling slightly.

“Don’t you want to be?”

“Of course I do… but I never thought I deserved it.” She lowered her eyes, voice barely above a whisper.

“If I say you do, then you do.”

“T-thank you.”

“I told you not to say thank you.”

“My parents are away visiting relatives, and Xiao Heng won’t be coming back tonight either…” she murmured without thinking, almost as if some hidden part of her had taken over.

“I’ve never been to your place before,” Wang Haoran said, seizing the moment. “Why don’t you show me around?”

“Okay… sure,” she replied, eyes lowered, cheeks tinged red.

【Ding. Host has captured Female Lead Fang Xuan. Gained 1000 Villain Points. Fang Xuan’s Female Lead Halo -50. Fang Heng’s Protagonist Halo -50. Host’s Villain Halo +100.】

【Ding. Fang Heng’s Protagonist Halo has dropped to 0. He has lost Protagonist status.】

As the two system prompts echoed in his mind, Wang Haoran smiled in satisfaction. But the next moment, a flicker of doubt passed through him.

He distinctly remembered that only the first time he conquered a female lead would the system give such a hefty reward. Every time after that, the gains were supposed to be halved.

So why… was the full reward back?

Perplexed, he accessed the system, burning a few Villain Points to investigate Fang Xuan’s status.

【Female Lead: Fang Xuan】

【Combat Power: 19】

【Charm Value: 192】

【Female Lead Halo: 919 (Rising)】

【Skills (Innate Talent): Not Yet Activated】

Wang Haoran stared at the data in astonishment.

He had never checked Fang Xuan’s stats before—only Fang Heng’s. The guy’s starting Protagonist Halo wasn’t even 400.

Fang Xuan’s, even after all their interaction, still sat more than double that.

And it was rising.

That line—“Not Yet Activated”—under Skills (Innate Talent) caught his eye as he has never seen that before.

“You and Fang Heng… you’re not real siblings, are you?” he asked suddenly. He remembered her hinting at it once, but now he wanted to be sure.

She nodded. “I’m adopted. My foster parents found me when I was little.”

As she spoke, she unclasped a crescent-shaped jade pendant from her neck and held it out. “This was on me when they found me. I think… it might have something to do with my real identity.”

Wang Haoran’s eyes narrowed.

A mysterious background. A personal token. A rising Female Lead Halo. And a dormant innate talent…

The setup couldn’t be more obvious.

Clearly, Fang Xuan’s true identity was far from ordinary.

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