I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 336:

Chapter 336: Mistaking the Gas for the Brakes

Once Wang Haoran left the sight of Feng Anna and Zhong Li, he fell into deep thought, pondering how best to handle the situation with Yan Yuntian.

For the time being, he had no intention of facing Yan Yuntian head-on. Not because he feared the man, but because he feared his own temper. If things came to a direct confrontation, there was a real chance he’d lose control and end up staking everything on luck—specifically, on that 20% chance that Yan Yuntian’s Fatal Damage Rebound Halo wouldn’t trigger.

But if it did trigger?

He’d be the one buried six feet under, not Yan Yuntian.

That risk was far too high. There had to be another way.

Soon, an idea sparked to life.

He took out his phone and made a call.

——

In a sprawling estate, deep within a private room, Yan Yuntian finally emerged.

The betrayal by his fiancée still gnawed at him. Even after two full days, the blow had yet to fully fade. But the worst of his anger had cooled—at least on the surface.

Still, he had no intention of letting Feng Anna or her so-called lover off the hook.

Today was her deadline. If she refused to comply, he would take matters into his own hands.

Just as the thought formed, Yu Ning returned from outside. In this household, she served as the maid, though there were others who took care of Yan Yuntian’s daily needs.

He had sent her out to dig up information on Feng Anna’s lover. If she were back now, she likely had something to report.

Yan Yuntian stood up sharply. “You found him?”

Yu Ning nodded, though hesitation clouded her expression. She didn’t speak immediately.

“Who is it? Just say it already. Who’s Feng Anna involved with?”

“It’s not quite what you think,” Yu Ning said, her voice careful. “It wasn’t just one lover… They were all brief encounters. Fickle, fleeting. But there were many of them. The ones I confirmed—more than twenty. Who knows how many I didn’t manage to trace.”

【Ding! The host manipulated things behind the scenes, damaging the protagonist Yan Yuntian’s mental state. Gained 1000 Villain Points!】

“More than twenty…?” Yan Yuntian stood frozen, eyes wide.

It wasn’t a single hat placed on his head—it was a closet full of them.

He felt the weight of each betrayal press down on him, like mountains piled atop his skull.

Yu Ning watched him closely, and though her face remained serious, her eyes glimmered with a trace of amusement.

Her tone was measured as she asked, “What’s the plan now? With that many men, killing all of them would cause too much of a stir.”

Yan Yuntian’s fists clenched, then slowly released. “Forget it.”

He couldn’t afford to ignite a scandal of that scale.

But his fury toward Feng Anna only burned brighter.

“Keep a close watch on her. If she doesn’t end herself before nightfall, then bring her to me. I’ll make her regret ever being born.”

Yu Ning gave a nod and turned to leave, but minutes later, she returned.

“What is it now?” Yan Yuntian frowned.

Before she could reply, a graceful silhouette drifted into view—peerless, poised, breathtaking.

Feng Xuansu.

“I heard what happened with Feng Anna,” she said, coming straight to the point.

Yan Yuntian looked embarrassed. “I didn’t expect her to be that kind of woman. Sorry you had to hear about it, Aunt.”

“I’m not here to mock you,” she said, her voice calm. “I came to ask you to let Feng Anna go.”

Yan Yuntian’s face darkened. “Aunt, as a man, how could you expect me to endure this?”

“She’s only your fiancée, not your wife,” Feng Xuansu replied evenly.

“Even if she’s only my fiancée, doing something like this… It’s still a betrayal. I can’t just let her off.”

“Is she your only fiancée?” Feng Xuansu asked. “You have others. She never wanted to marry you in the first place. What she did—while unpleasant—can be forgiven.”

Yan Yuntian narrowed his eyes. “You and Feng Anna never interacted much. Why defend her so fiercely now?”

A faint glint flashed through Feng Xuansu’s eyes, quickly buried beneath her usual composure. “Because I’m a woman too. I’m just trying to be fair.”

“Fair to her? What about fairness to me?” Yan Yuntian snapped. “I’m the one who was humiliated. What? You expect me to tuck my tail between my legs and pretend it didn’t happen?”

Seeing his attitude, Feng Xuansu’s patience began to fray. Her tone cooled. “You have so many fiancées. Losing one won’t matter. Hardly anyone knows what happened. End the engagement quietly. Act as if it never occurred.”

“I listen to you in other things, Aunt. But not this.”

Feng Xuansu’s expression turned resolute. “Then I’ll make myself clear. I’ve decided to protect Feng Anna. If you lay a finger on her, don’t blame me for turning against you.”

Her words struck him like a slap.

He assumed his earlier stance would make his aunt back off. He never imagined she’d dig in her heels even deeper.

Yan Yuntian’s face cycled through a storm of expressions. In the end, he could only sigh.

There was nothing he could do against Feng Xuansu. Her status within the Fengxi Sect was too high. And besides, he didn’t want to sour their relationship.

He forcibly smothered his desire for vengeance. But curiosity flickered in his heart.

“Aunt… can you at least tell me why you go to such lengths for Feng Anna?”

“As I said before,” Feng Xuansu answered, calm and unreadable, “I’m just standing up for another woman.”

Yan Yuntian didn’t buy it. Not for a second.

But she clearly didn’t want to explain further, and he couldn’t press her.

He could only bury the question in his heart.

“I’ll take my leave now,” Feng Xuansu said.

“Miss Xuansu, allow me to escort you,” Yu Ning offered, walking her out of the estate.

Once Feng Xuansu stepped beyond sight, she took out her phone and dialed.

“Haoran, I did as you asked. Yan Yuntian won’t go after Feng Anna.”

“Thank you,” Wang Haoran’s voice came through the receiver.

“Still so formal with your own wife?” Feng Xuansu slipped, a shy note creeping into her voice. She quickly corrected herself. “Ahem—anyway, you owe me dinner.”

“I’ll treat you next time,” Wang Haoran said, feigning ignorance.

“I’m free now,” she replied eagerly, almost too quickly.

“I have class this afternoon. Another day.”

“Alright then,” she said, trying not to sound too disappointed. “But don’t forget.”

“I won’t.”

After hanging up, Wang Haoran stepped out of his villa.

It was just past noon. With class in the afternoon, he made his way toward the Qingling Campus on foot.

But as he approached the road leading into the campus, a commotion caught his attention.

A crowd had gathered, murmuring anxiously.

“Someone was hit by a car… the accident happened right here—”

Amidst the group stood Ji Shuiyao, her voice cool and composed as she called for an ambulance, but her face was deathly pale from shock.

A few meters ahead of her, a young man lay sprawled on the pavement, soaked in blood, his breathing shallow and labored.

“If I’d known… I’d never have picked a female driver to scam.”

Lying broken on the ground, Lu Chen’s thoughts were sluggish but clear enough for regret to bloom in his chest.

His grandfather was in the hospital, gravely ill. Desperate and penniless, he had turned to petty fraud, hoping to earn a few hundred yuan from a staged accident.

But fate had its own plans.

The woman behind the wheel must’ve panicked when he jumped out. Instead of braking, she must’ve slammed the gas, launching him into the air.

Now, as his consciousness dimmed, regret swelled inside him like a tide.

Then, just as darkness claimed his vision, the bloodstained jade pendant on his chest, shaped like a Yin-Yang symbol which emitted a barely perceptible gleam.

And in that fleeting instant, a solemn voice echoed in his mind:

“I am the Ancient Immortal Doctor of Yin-Yang. From this moment forth, you are my successor. Once you inherit my legacy, you must hang your gourd to aid the world, and save lives from danger and despair.”