I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 332:

Feng Anna’s tearful, hesitant gaze looked so authentic, so convincingly delicate, that anyone watching might have been moved to believe her sorrow was real.

Even Wang Haoran, who knew the truth, found himself almost admiring her skill in deception. Her performance was flawless. Still, inside, he felt nothing but cold amusement. If anything, it made him want to laugh.

He played along, keeping his expression tender and sincere, and gently responded with the sort of sweet nothings that couples new to love might share. They talked like young lovers lost in infatuation, and Feng Anna didn’t suspect a thing.

After all, Wang Haoran’s own acting was no less top-tier.

Then, just as the mood warmed and their roles deepened, Feng Anna’s expression shifted subtly. Her eyes lowered, her voice softened, and she murmured, “After today… forget about me.”

The words came suddenly, and though Wang Haoran expected a twist, the abruptness of it still made him narrow his eyes. He knew the real conversation was about to begin.

He leaned in, his voice laced with emotion. “What do you mean? How could I forget you? Don’t tell me… your feelings for me weren’t real?”

“Of course not!” she said quickly, her face painted with earnest affection. “The moment I saw you, I fell for you. I wanted to be with you forever. If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t have gone so far. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Then why tell me to forget you?” he pressed, feigning confusion.

“Please… don’t ask.” Her eyes shimmered. “Just know that I’m asking you to leave because it’s for your own good.”

Wang Haoran’s mind flashed through the possibilities. “Is it because… You have a fiancee?”

Her silence answered him before her words did. With a pained expression, she finally nodded. “Yes… but it wasn’t my choice. My elders arranged the engagement. I don’t love him at all.”

And just like that, the last piece clicked into place.

So that was it. Feng Anna, as Yan Yuntian’s fiancée, clearly knew his background. To her, Wang Haoran was just another brainless rich second gen—perfect to use as a sacrificial pawn. Her plan all along had been to push him into Yan Yuntian’s line of fire.

She wanted him to charge in like a love-struck fool, crash headfirst into Yan Yuntian’s wrath, and be crushed so she could cry innocence and be released from her engagement.

This woman… was truly wicked.

A surge of anger welled up in Wang Haoran’s chest. For a moment, he had the urge to slap her so hard she flew into the wall. But just as quickly, the rage was extinguished by a sharper idea—one that made him suppress his impulse and let a new plan form.

“I see. So you already have a fiancée. I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” he said coldly, dropping the act.

Now that her intentions were clear, he had no reason to keep up the charade.

Feng Anna blinked, stunned by his sudden change in demeanor. She scrambled to salvage the illusion, her voice choked with emotion. “Go, then. But know this—I’ll never forget you. You were my first… and you’ll be my last.”

Tears trailed down her cheeks, shining under the morning light, making her look pitiful and heart-wrenchingly sincere.

Wang Haoran didn’t even glance back. He left without a word, letting her finish her little one-woman performance.

But just beyond the corner, hidden from sight, he stopped and used his X-ray vision to watch what followed.

Sure enough, the moment he was gone, Feng Anna’s sobs vanished as if they’d been switched off. Her expression turned cold and emotionless, her voice sharp.

“What a heartless bastard. Got what he wanted and threw me aside. Hmph… Good thing it was all an act.”

Zhong Li entered the room just then, her brow furrowed. “Anna, if he’s not going to pick a fight with Yan Yuntian, doesn’t that mean all this was for nothing?”

“He doesn’t have to go to Yan Yuntian. I’ll go to him myself,” Feng Anna replied, her voice calm and calculating, eyes glinting with confidence.

“You’re insane!” Zhong Li gasped. “Do you know how furious he’ll be? That’s suicide!”

“How can you blame me?” Feng Anna’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “I was forced, remember?”

As she spoke, she reached up with her fingernails and deliberately scratched the skin on her neck. Thin lines of blood surfaced, trickling down her pale skin.

Zhong Li stared, horrified. But beneath her shock, even she couldn’t help but admire Feng Anna’s ruthlessness.

Watching from afar, Wang Haoran raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curving in dark amusement.

She wad cunning, no doubt about that.

But she made one fatal mistake—she underestimated him.

She thought he was just another soft-headed rich boy?

Foolish woman. All her schemes would only lead her to trip over her own trap.

With a smirk tugging at his mouth, Wang Haoran turned and left the hotel, already preparing his next move.

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Elsewhere, in a secluded manor…

Time, as always, dulled pain. After the emotional devastation he suffered, Yan Yuntian began to recover a little. He still hadn’t stepped foot outside the estate, but at least he started leaving his room.

At this moment, he was in the garden, trimming flowers with careful precision, tending the greenery like it could soothe the turmoil in his heart.

Yu Ning approached quietly, reporting, “Someone left a package at the front gate.”

She didn’t address Yan Yuntian as “Young Master.” To her, Wang Haoran had already taken that place. The title belonged to him now.

But Yan Yuntian didn’t notice the slight. Still focused on his task, he asked indifferently, “What’s inside?”

“There’s a note saying it’s for your eyes only. I haven’t opened it.”

Frowning slightly, Yan Yuntian put down his trowel and took the package from her hands. He examined it thoroughly—no poison, no hidden weapons.

Inside were two items: a stack of photographs and a brand-new voice recorder.

As he flipped through the photos, his face darkened with each one. Fury built like a storm behind his eyes. By the time he reached the end, his expression was twisted with rage.

The pictures showed a man and a woman in bed, covered by a sheet but with their faces visible above the fabric. The intimacy was unmistakable, even without seeing more;
the implication was clear.

The man’s face was pixelated, but the woman’s was crystal clear.

Yan Yuntian knew that face. Knew it too well.

Feng Anna. His fiancée.

His fiancée… slept with another man.

Desperately clinging to denial, he hoped—prayed—that the photos were fake. Digitally altered. Some cruel hoax.

Then he pressed play on the recorder.

A man and woman’s voices filled the air. Honeyed whispers. Soft laughter. Romantic murmurs exchanged without shame.

With each passing word, his last thread of hope snapped.

The rage inside him erupted uncontrollably.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

【Ding! Host has successfully destabilized Protagonist Yan Yuntian’s mental state. Gained 4000 Villain Points. Yan Yuntian’s Protagonist Halo –200. Host Villain Halo +200!】

Yu Ning covered her ears against the raw, animalistic howl echoing through the courtyard.

It took several minutes for the screaming to finally stop.

She had seen Feng Anna before. She recognized the face and the voice on the recording. She did not miss a single word.

A small, mocking smile tugged at her lips as she quietly stepped away.

From within the garden came the sounds of pots smashing, stones shattering as Yan Yuntian was destroying everything in sight.

Not long after, Yu Ning returned with another report.

“Young Master, there’s a visitor.”

“I’m not seeing anyone today,” Yan Yuntian growled without turning.

“It’s… Feng Anna.”

Crack. Crack. Crack.

His fists clenched so tightly, his knuckles popped.

“Bring. Her. To. Me,” he said through gritted teeth, every syllable like a blade.

When Yu Ning returned again, Feng Anna was with her.

She looked like a ghost of her former self—tear-streaked cheeks, pale face, trembling lips. Scratches marred her neck, and she clutched her sleeves like she could barely hold herself together.

“I was… forced,” she whimpered through sobs. “I’m no longer clean… I’m not worthy of you… I don’t deserve to marry into Fengxi Sect… It’s better we call off the engagement…”

Her voice broke again, each word soaked in sorrow.

Yan Yuntian didn’t respond. He simply pressed play on the recorder.

The same voice filled the room—Feng Anna’s voice—overflowing with sweetness, laughing, whispering love into another man’s ear.

The warmth in her tone, the joy in her words, left no room for doubt.

“You call this being forced?” Yan Yuntian said coldly once the recording ended, his eyes burning with fury.

The shock hit so hard, she forgot to keep pretending. Her tears stopped, her face stiffened, and she stood there like a puppet with its strings cut.