I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 335:

Chapter 335: Feng Anna’s Hope

Wang Haoran’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the crimson patch spreading beneath Feng Anna’s chest. Had he hesitated even a second longer, she might’ve ended herself right there. And yet… she’d gambled everything on the certainty that he would stop her.

This woman was calculating, yes. But undeniably bold.

Still, in front of true power, cunning alone was meaningless.

“I know you fear Yan Yuntian,” Wang Haoran said, releasing her wrist slowly. “Afraid of his strength, his status. But if you had any sense… You should be far more afraid of me.”

Feng Anna forced a delicate smile. “Then I suppose, as your maid, it’s only right I both fear and revere you.”

In her mind, she’d already started piecing things together. Wang Haoran clearly bore a grudge against Yan Yuntian, which likely meant he came from the hidden martial world too—maybe some sect’s young master.

But compared to Yan Yuntian, he seemed to operate too much from the shadows, never confronting him directly. So despite Wang Haoran’s composure, she believed his background and strength were still inferior to Yan Yuntian’s. Not that she’d ever say that aloud.

“You won’t suffer too much as a maid,” he added calmly. “At the very least, so long as you’re under my protection, no one on this earth will dare take your life.”

Feng Anna smiled politely but inwardly scoffed. Brag all you want. You’re not even on the Hidden Dragon and Rising Phoenix Ranking. Meanwhile, Yan Yuntian was in a league of his own.

She knew from Auntie Zhong that Yan Yuntian surpassed even the top names on that list. And Wang Haoran? Not even a footnote.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shout. “Anna?!”

The door burst open, and Zhong Li rushed in. Her eyes immediately locked onto the blood across Anna’s chest. Her face darkened, and without a word, she gathered her internal energy and struck toward Wang Haoran with a palm filled with killing intent.

She didn’t get far. Half a meter away, she slammed into something invisible and unyielding—a wall of condensed force that held her completely in place.

“You looking to die?” Wang Haoran’s voice dipped low.

He hadn’t forgotten their first encounter, her smug superiority, the way she looked down on him. Back then, he didn’t retaliate because of the crowd. But now? Now there were no eyes watching. Nothing to hold him back.

A low hum rippled through the air as his aura pulsed outward. The invisible wall shuddered, and Zhong Li was blasted backwards like a rag doll, her body crashing into the reinforced concrete wall with a bone-shaking thud. The impact left a deep, jagged dent in the wall.

She hit the floor, blood spraying from her lips.

“You… You’re a Grandmaster,” she gasped.

Feng Anna rushed to her side in a panic, but those words froze her in place. Her eyes widened, her face drained of color.

She’d heard Zhong Li describe the martial ranks. A Grandmaster wasn’t just a powerhouse—they were legends, near-mythical figures in the martial world. And yet… Wang Haoran didn’t even look twenty.

She once believed that Yan Yuntian was the ceiling of the younger generation in the martial world. But compared to what she’d just seen? Yan Yuntian wasn’t even qualified to polish Wang Haoran’s boots.

Still, shock aside, her voice trembled with concern as she turned back to Zhong Li. “Are you okay? Auntie Zhong?”

“I… I’ll live,” Zhong Li croaked out, coughing more blood.

Internal Energy users were tough, far more resilient than normal people. Even so, the damage was brutal.

Relieved, Anna turned back to Wang Haoran and dropped to her knees. “Please, I beg you. Don’t kill her. I’ll apologize on her behalf—whatever it takes.”

“No, Anna…” Zhong Li groaned. “Don’t lower yourself. A Grandmaster cannot be insulted. It’s my own fault. I brought this on myself.”

The words cut deep. Anna trembled, stricken. Zhong Li wasn’t just a bodyguard. She was a family to her closer than any blood relative. She already lost her parents’ support. She couldn’t bear to lose her, too.

“Please, Master. I’m begging you…” Her forehead hit the floor with a dull thud. Again. And again. “Spare her. I’ll do anything—anything to repay your mercy. I’ll be a slave, a dog, whatever you want, just don’t kill her.”

Blood welled from her brow as she continued to kowtow, her cries hoarse, almost broken.

Wang Haoran stood frozen for a moment. He hadn’t expected this. In truth, the whole “a Grandmaster cannot be insulted” line? He never even heard of it. He hit Zhong Li simply because she pissed him off and nothing more.

He was not planning on killing her. That wasn’t his style. He wasn’t the protagonist of this world, shielded by plot armor and free to kill and walk away unscathed. He was the villain, and villains didn’t get the luxury of consequence-free carnage.

Still, her desperation was… impressive.

As she dragged herself to his feet, face swollen and bloodied from the floor, he finally exhaled. “Get up. I’m not going to kill her.”

Anna blinked. Then stared. Then the meaning hit her—and joy bloomed across her battered face like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Thank you, Master!”

This time, the word came from deep inside her chest. No pretense. No performance. Just raw relief and gratitude. And it hit him harder than he expected.

It sounded… nice.

And then came the soft system chime in his head:

【Ding! Female Lead Feng Anna’s Favorability +20. Current Favorability: 40 (Very Friendly)】

【Ding! Host has altered plot trajectory. Gained 2,000 Villain Points.】

He smirked quietly. It started out as a simple visit to watch her fall apart, nothing more. But things took a turn he did not seen coming—and frankly, it was better this way.

With things settled for now, he turned and left without another word.

Behind him, Feng Anna slowly exhaled, the tight coil of anxiety in her chest finally loosening. She moved to help Zhong Li up and immediately called for medical assistance.

As they waited, Zhong Li asked what had happened while she was unconscious.

Feng Anna told her everything. No lies. No embellishments.

Zhong Li’s brows furrowed. “You’ve agreed to be his maid?”

Anna nodded.

“Anna… that man is powerful, but being someone’s servant… Are you sure you can bear it? You’ve never suffered hardship in your life.”

“I’ve lost everything—my family, my future, even the company I built with my own hands. If being his maid means I can survive… then I’ll serve him with all I have. I only hope he’ll be kind.”

Her voice was quiet, her eyes fixed on the fading bloodstain on the floor.

But there was no bitterness. Only determination.