I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 330:

The two women chatting quietly in the booth were none other than Feng Anna and the middle-aged woman she referred to as Aunt Zhong—Zhong Li by name.

Though her formal role was that of a bodyguard, Zhong Li had watched Feng Anna grow up. Their bond was much deeper than that of employer and employee—closer to family than anything else.

Still, despite her affection, Zhong Li couldn’t help but voice her concerns. “Anna, you may be the family head’s daughter, and he may indulge you, but your fiance Yan Yuntian… he’s another matter entirely.”

“His father controls a financial empire worth hundreds of billions. His mother is the Sect Master of a powerful hidden sect. With that kind of background, he’s not someone we can afford to cross lightly.”

“I’ve heard rumors that he’s arrogant and domineering. Do you really think he’ll let you cancel the engagement just like that?”

“In my opinion, this whole thing is doomed.”

After her patient persuasion, Zhong Li’s expression turned solemn. “While there’s still time, let’s go back to Hong Kong. Pretend we never came here.”

But Feng Anna simply took a slow sip of her tea, her expression composed and unreadable. “I didn’t come all this way just to leave empty-handed.”

“I know what I’m doing. I’m not foolish enough to confront him directly and stir up trouble.”

There was a flicker of cold clarity in her gaze. “I’ll make him break the engagement himself.”

“Anna, you’re incredibly beautiful—why would he ever give you up?” Zhong Li blinked, stunned by the confidence. “Making Yan Yuntian cancel it on his own? That’s impossible!”

Feng Anna smiled faintly and took another sip. “Nothing’s impossible.”

Seeing that Feng Anna seemed to have a plan, Zhong Li didn’t press further. She had raised the girl and knew how clever she was. If Anna said she had a way, then she probably did.

——

Wang Haoran parked his car and entered the upscale tea cafe. It didn’t take long to find Zhen Simin’s private booth.

“Haoran! It’s been ages—you’ve gotten even more handsome.” Zhen Simin lit up as he walked in, her tone bright and teasing.

“You too, Cousin. Still as beautiful as ever.” Wang Haoran replied easily, tossing her a casual compliment.

Zhen Simin wasn’t exactly a stunner, but she could score a solid 85—decent enough to count as a beauty. She didn’t have the kind of looks that dropped jaws, but she turned heads.

Pleased by the praise, she giggled and leaned in playfully. “Your mouth is so sweet. Tell me honestly—how many pretty girls have you bedded already?”

Wang Haoran’s eye twitched. Yep, no mistake—this cousin of his was born to be a villain. Her worldview was so crooked it made your teeth hurt.

“Cousin, come on. I’m a proper gentleman,” he replied solemnly.

“That’s exactly the problem!” she scolded like a seasoned elder. “With a face like yours, not chasing girls is a crime. What, you’ve never tasted it before? Once you try, you’ll never stop!”

Wang Haoran sighed inwardly. This conversation was heading straight for a cliff.

Just then—

“There! That’s her!” Zhen Simin suddenly sprang up, shouting as she peered through the narrow crack of the booth door.

“Who?” Wang Haoran asked.

“That Feng Anna woman!” she snapped, already marching out the door.

He quickly followed.

Zhen Simin stormed down the hall less than ten steps before she spotted the two women she was looking for.

Wang Haoran’s eyes immediately landed on the younger one.

Her beauty, figure, and aura were off the charts—each easily rated in the 96 to 98 range. Combined, she was a solid 97. No doubt, this was Feng Anna.

But Wang Haoran didn’t dwell on her for long. He hurried up to pull his cousin back before she could cause a scene.

The middle-aged woman beside Feng Anna stepped forward protectively, her sharp gaze locked on Zhen Simin. One wrong move, and she’d strike.

“Cousin, you’re a lady of high society. Don’t embarrass yourself. Keep calm,” Wang Haoran whispered, giving her arm a light tug while his eyes assessed the woman standing guard.

She radiated Internal Energy—about thirty years’ worth. She was strong.

But for someone like Wang Haoran, she could be slapped across the street without breaking a sweat.

Still, he didn’t like to fight in public. The last thing he needed was Zhen Simin going wild.

“You’re right. I’m a refined socialite. I shouldn’t stoop to some tramp’s level,” Zhen Simin huffed, straightening her dress, though her voice was thick with sarcasm.

Zhong Li frowned and took a step forward, but Feng Anna subtly raised a hand.

Don’t act.

Zhong Li got the message and stepped back, though her guard was still up.

“You’re staring pretty hard. Do I have something on my face?” Feng Anna said, catching Wang Haoran’s gaze.

He didn’t answer, only gestured toward his cousin. “This is my cousin.”

Feng Anna blinked, eyes gleaming with hidden meaning.

Was he clarifying sides?

“Haoran, what are you doing being all polite with her? Don’t tell me this vixen’s got you under her spell already!” Zhen Simin snapped, annoyed he wasn’t immediately picking a fight.

“Who are you calling a vixen? Watch your mouth,” Zhong Li warned, stepping in again.

Feng Anna frowned and shot her another silencing glance. Zhong Li bit her tongue, clearly dissatisfied but obedient.

Feng Anna’s smile returned as she turned back to Wang Haoran. “Your cousin and I seem to have had a bit of a misunderstanding. But you—you strike me as someone reasonable.”

“Quite the opposite. I’m a very unreasonable person,” Wang Haoran said with a slight smile.

“Oh?” Feng Anna looked disappointed, her tone suddenly soft and resigned. “Your cousin brought you here to stand up for her. That means your background isn’t simple either. I can’t fight you. If you want to hit me or kill me, then so be it.”

Wang Haoran frowned.

That wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He was the villain—shouldn’t the female lead be furious, indignant, or at least pretending to be? Why was Feng Anna being so cooperative?

Suspicious, he discreetly checked her Favorability value.

His eyes widened. -20. Extremely hostile.

Ah. Now it made sense. That was the attitude a female lead was supposed to have toward a villain.

Still, he couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.

His Charm Value was over 500. Most female leads felt at least a little flutter just seeing him. But Feng Anna? Immune. Worse—she disliked him on sight.

Unbelievable.

“You exaggerate. With looks like yours, I’d never have the heart to hit you,” Wang Haoran said, keeping up the act.

Feng Anna had a powerful bodyguard by her side, a rich family background, and the backing of a protagonist fiancé—and yet she was pretending to be weak, trying to curry favor?

She was clearly playing some angle.

So he decided to play along and see where she was going with it.