I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 334:

Chapter 334: A Gamble for Survival

Wang Haoran stood by the door, arms folded casually across his chest, the corners of his lips curled into a smirk that brimmed with schadenfreude. His whole bearing radiated one thing: he came to enjoy the show.

When Feng Anna caught sight of him, her breath caught. She hurriedly wiped away the tears streaking her face and rose shakily from the floor. The hopeless glaze that had dulled her eyes was swept away in an instant, replaced by a flicker of revived determination.

“It was my fault,” she said softly, voice laced with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have tried to use you.”

“You tried to screw me over. I just gave you a taste of your own medicine.” Wang Haoran replied indifferently, not even bothering to look her in the eye.

“Did you come just to watch me fall?” Feng Anna asked, staring at him with a fragile sort of composure.

“What else?” Wang Haoran chuckled, unable to suppress the low ripple of amusement in his tone. “You didn’t seriously think I came here to save you, did you?”

He heard everything from Yu Ning. Three days. That was the time Yan Yuntian gave her to disappear—or die. Today just happened to be convenient, so he figured he might as well stop by to see how miserably she was flailing. Watching her crash and burn was proving even more delightful than he’d expected.

Feng Anna’s lips trembled slightly as she bit down and lowered her voice. “What if I ask you to save me?”

“Don’t act pitiful. That trick doesn’t work on me,” Wang Haoran said, waving her off like an annoying insect.

“If you help me, I can give you half of the Feng family’s assets. That’s over fifteen billion.”

Wang Haoran let out a short laugh. “Even when you were still the Feng family’s precious daughter, you had no authority to hand out half the family fortune. Now that your parents have cut you off, what gives you the right to make such promises?”

“They’re only doing it because they’re afraid of Yan Yuntian,” Feng Anna said, her breath beginning to steady. She straightened her back and regained a trace of her old pride. “If he backs off, they’ll welcome me back in an instant. And the Feng family has no male heirs in my generation—only two naive little sisters who don’t know the first thing about the family business. Once I’m back, it won’t take long for me to reclaim what’s mine.”

Wang Haoran raised an eyebrow. “And you’re willing to give half of that ancestral inheritance to an outsider?”

“My own parents sold me off to Yan Yuntian without asking what I wanted,” Feng Anna said, her voice cold with bitter resentment. “They treated me like a bargaining chip. When I was in danger, they didn’t just abandon me—they rushed to sever ties. So tell me why I should 
care about family loyalty?”

“I’m not exactly short on money,” Wang Haoran said plainly.

“That was just one offer,” Feng Anna responded.

He tilted his head, bored. “And what else do you have to offer, besides your half of the Feng family?”

Feng Anna wiped the remnants of tears from her cheeks, smoothed down her disheveled blouse and flowing waves of hair, then raised her chin. The aloof pride of a noble heiress returned to her expression as she met his gaze and said quietly, “Me. Isn’t that more valuable than money?”

Her tone, though soft, carried a provocative boldness. And for a moment, Wang Haoran felt a twitch of irritation.

He wouldn’t deny that Feng Anna was stunning—elegant, refined, the type that could leave men breathless. But for her to parade herself like this, here and now, acting like she was offering some priceless gift—what did she take him for?

“You think I’m the kind of guy who makes decisions with the wrong head?” His voice was sharp, tinged with disdain.

“I did at first,” Feng Anna admitted with a small shake of her head. “But I was wrong. You’re a rational man.”

She looked up at him again, eyes calm now, calculating. “If you weren’t, then when I lost consciousness that night, you wouldn’t have just taken photos, you would’ve done much worse.”If only, Wang Haoran thought dryly to himself. I didn’t hold back because of principle. I just couldn’t get it up at the time. Had to settle for a few shots and call it a night.

But aloud, he only said, “If you know that, then why offer yourself like this?”

“Because I know you have no shortage of beautiful women,” Feng Anna said, stepping closer. “But how many of them would give everything for you? How many would obey you without question, no matter how unreasonable the command?”

She paused, swallowed, and continued.

“I will. I’ll do anything. No matter what you ask, no matter how excessive—I won’t refuse.”

“You can even treat me as your servant. A personal maid. Do you have another woman like me—this beautiful, this obedient—willing to serve you without complaint?”

“All it takes… is a single nod.”

For a moment, Wang Haoran faltered.

The offer was tempting. Even if it was transactional, even if she had her own reasons. A former heiress of the Feng family, proud and untouchable, reduced to pouring tea, washing his clothes, massaging his back… That image alone had a twisted appeal.

She was a female lead, after all, and not just a supporting role like Yu Ning.

When he didn’t respond, Feng Anna’s eyes glinted. “If you’re silent, I’ll take it as a yes.”

“Give me one more reason,” Wang Haoran said abruptly, though desire still flickered faintly behind his indifferent expression. “So far, everything you’ve said sounds too easy for you. I want something more.”

Feng Anna froze. That was a problem. Aside from the Feng family’s inheritance and the offer of herself, what else did she have to give?

“I take it that means you’re out of options,” Wang Haoran said coldly, turning to leave.

“Wait!” she blurted. Her mind raced—and then it clicked. She stepped forward quickly. “I can help you deal with Yan Yuntian.”

Wang Haoran paused in his tracks, eyebrows lifting slightly in interest.

“You came to see me today,” she continued, “and I doubt it was just out of curiosity. You’re a schemer, just like me. If I had to guess, you’ve had a grudge against Yan Yuntian for some time now. That’s why you used me—to hurt him. Am I wrong?”

“And if you’re right?” Wang Haoran didn’t bother denying it.

“I can help you,” she said again, her voice low but firm.

“In his eyes, you’ve already lost all value,” Wang Haoran replied with a scoff.

“I know that,” Feng Anna said calmly. “But Yan Yuntian doesn’t just have one fiancée. There’s another. Someone I’m very close to. So close, in fact, that I can influence her and guide her decisions, steer her thoughts.”

“If you were willing to use me against him, surely you’d be happy to use her too.”

Wang Haoran fell silent, considering.

The first two offers hadn’t moved him much. But this… this was worth thinking about.

Still, something gnawed at him.

“I don’t trust your loyalty,” he said at last.

“I can prove it,” she answered without hesitation.

“Oh?” His voice dripped sarcasm. “You planning to carve out your own heart?”

Feng Anna looked around the room, then stepped over to a nearby fruit platter. She picked up the paring knife, turned, and walked straight back to him. Without another word, she pressed the point to her chest.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Wang Haoran said, eyes narrowing.

But her hands didn’t tremble. She gripped the handle tight, reversed her grip, inhaled deeply—and thrust.

His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist just in time to stop the blade from sinking too deep. Even so, a sharp red line bloomed beneath her collarbone, soaking slowly into her blouse.

【Ding! Female Lead Feng Anna’s Favorability toward Host has increased by 40. Current total Favorability: 20 (Friendly).】

【Ding! Host has altered the direction of the plot. Gained 1,000 Villain Points!】

Feng Anna clenched her jaw, breath shallow from the pain, yet beneath the pale strain of her face, a faint, victorious smile curled her lips.

“You stopped me,” she whispered. “So you do want to save me.”