I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 331:

“Thank you for your understanding,” Feng Anna said with a warm smile, her tone gracious and measured. “As the saying goes, we got off on the wrong foot. Since we’ve already crossed paths like this, allow me to host a small dinner as an apology—to your cousin, and to you. Would you be willing to accept my invitation?”

“A beauty’s invitation is not something I’d ever refuse,” Wang Haoran replied with a chuckle, readily agreeing.

“When would you be free?” she asked, her eyes lightly probing.

“No time like the present,” Wang Haoran grinned. He had no interest in waiting around.

“Then tonight it is,” Feng Anna answered decisively, her gaze lingering just a little longer than polite.

Before the mood could settle, Zhen Simin, who had been standing nearby, suddenly flared up with impatience. “Haoran, I brought you here to help me get back at her, not to flirt with her!”

Wang Haoran reached out and gently covered her mouth, guiding her a few steps aside. Lowering his voice, he said, “Relax, Cousin. I told you I’d handle it, and I meant it. I have my own plans, so don’t interfere.”

“What plans? You’re going to seduce her, then dump her once she’s in love? Leave her devastated and humiliated? Hmm… actually, that sounds kind of satisfying,” she murmured, half-joking but half-serious as her mind conjured the image.

“You’re truly cunning,” Wang Haoran said, smiling vaguely. He didn’t care to elaborate on his true intentions as there was no point. It was easier to go along with her imagination and keep her pacified for now.

“Fine, but make sure you really mess with her. And take lots of videos while you’re at it. Make a copy for me, too,” Zhen Simin insisted, still indulging her petty revenge.

“Sure, sure,” he said offhandedly, brushing her off.

With that, he turned back to Feng Anna, exchanged a few more pleasantries, shared names, and then excused himself, taking Zhen Simin with him.

Once the two had left, Zhong Li approached Feng Anna and asked quietly, “Why give them the time of day? Why go through all this trouble?”

Feng Anna didn’t respond directly. Instead, she asked, “What do you think of Wang Haoran?”

“He’s just another good-looking rich second gen. You’ve always despised that kind of man, haven’t you?” Zhong Li answered without hesitation, then suddenly paused, realizing something in Feng Anna’s tone.

A small, inscrutable smile curved on Feng Anna’s lips.

She said nothing more.

That evening, Wang Haoran and Zhen Simin arrived at a high-end hotel, just as promised.

Feng Anna played the perfect hostess, smiling with ease, toasting generously, her laughter ringing light and clear, and yet beneath it all, her eyes flickered with unreadable intent.

Wang Haoran responded with matching enthusiasm, playing his part with practiced skill.

She only took a few sips of wine, but her cheeks were already tinged with a soft blush. Her eyes shimmered with a dreamy haze, her every glance captivating in its allure.

The combination of her slight inebriation and natural beauty made her nearly impossible to look away from.

By the end of dinner, night had fully fallen.

Zhong Li received a call and left abruptly, her expression unreadable.

“It was truly a pleasure meeting you,” Feng Anna said, her voice tinged with something gentle and lingering.

“The feeling’s mutual,” Wang Haoran replied, offering a small smile.

“I’m staying in this hotel. I’ll be heading up now,” she said as she rose, but her footing was unsteady, the wine clearly affecting her balance.

Wang Haoran’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Zhong Li guarded Feng Anna so closely earlier, yet now she suddenly made an exit. And Feng Anna just happened to be mildly intoxicated and alone?

Could this be… intentional?

Curious to see what game she was playing, Wang Haoran quickly said, “You’re drunk. Let me walk you to your room.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly trouble you,” Feng Anna protested gently.

“No trouble at all,” he replied with practiced ease.

“Well then, thank you,” she said softly.

He stepped forward, and she draped her arm over his shoulder for support, leading the way with delicate steps. Zhen Simin, having been briefed by Wang Haoran earlier, didn’t interfere. She even gave him a covert thumbs-up as she slipped away.

Together, Wang Haoran and Feng Anna arrived outside one of the top-floor suites.

She opened the door and staggered inside, her figure slightly swaying with each step.

“You should rest. I’ll be heading off,” Wang Haoran said from the threshold, making no move to enter.

But Feng Anna turned back and gazed at him, her lips curving with a smile that was both coy and suggestive. “You’ve come all this way… would you really be so heartless as to leave?”

Her voice was soft, her tone laced with hidden seduction, and the faint flush on her cheeks made her look temptingly vulnerable.

Wang Haoran’s heart didn’t so much as flutter, but he wore an expression of visible excitement, afraid she might change her mind. He stepped forward, crossing the room to stand before her.

“So eager?” she murmured, stepping back with a playful smile. She turned to the side and took a bottle of red wine from the shelf, pouring two glasses. “I didn’t get to drink enough earlier. Join me for one more.”

She handed him one of the glasses.

Wang Haoran accepted it, but a faint smirk flickered in his mind. He had already seen it, the subtle glisten on the rim of his glass. There was knockout powder on it. Not much, just a light smear… just enough to make an average man fall.

He’d seen this trick before with Tang Bingyun, who tried something similar. But her reasons were driven by love, but Feng Anna’s? Clearly, far more devious.

Still, to keep up appearances, Feng Anna took a sip from her own glass first. “Don’t tell me your alcohol tolerance is worse than mine? Why haven’t you taken a sip yet?”

Her own cup was clean as she only drugged his.

“How could I not honor your kindness?” he said with a smile and drank.

But things were different now. His current body was immune to all poisons. Even a few pounds of sedatives wouldn’t knock him out, let alone a trace on a glass rim.

“I’ll go take a shower,” she said, and Wang Haoran caught the flicker of triumph in her eyes as she turned away, walking into the bathroom. The sound of water soon echoed from within.

He counted the seconds. After estimating how long the drug would supposedly take effect, he staggered slightly, then collapsed onto the bed, pretending to pass out.

Moments later, Feng Anna emerged from the bathroom—fully dressed, not even a strand of hair wet. Her eyes were now sharp and clear, no hint of drunkenness in them.

She made a quick call. Not long after, Zhong Li entered the room. The two began staging the scene—pulling down the sheets, disheveling the bed, and even placing a drop of red liquid on the white sheets.

Though Wang Haoran’s eyes remained closed, he saw everything clearly with his X-ray vision. A strange expression crept into his heart.

Just what was she trying to achieve with this ridiculous charade?

He thought about it for a while, but no obvious answer came to mind.

Once Zhong Li finished her tasks, the two women left together.

The next morning, just before dawn, Feng Anna returned. Her face bore a look of forced discomfort as she climbed back into bed beside him.

Wang Haoran remained silent. Inwardly, he directed a thread of Internal Energy toward her, rendering her unconscious in an instant.

With the opportunity presented, he took a series of photos of her lying beside him in bed.

He still didn’t know what her plan was, but if she wanted to play dirty, he wasn’t going to walk away just like that.

When he was done, he returned to his original position just as she slowly came to.

She blinked groggily, feeling only a faint headache and the lingering drowsiness from a restless night.

As she adjusted to wakefulness, Wang Haoran stirred beside her. Glancing around with a frown, he quietly turned on his phone’s recorder, then said in a dazed voice, “Did we…?”

“Oh, still pretending?” Feng Anna’s gaze was full of coy affection as she lowered her lashes. “You don’t remember what we did last night?”

She spoke with bashful charm, her tone painting a picture of innocence and intimacy.