I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 338:

Chapter 338: A Familiar Pattern

When Ji Shuiyao mentioned Lu Chen, a flicker of thought stirred in Wang Haoran’s heart. His gaze drifted toward the direction that strange figure disappeared into, a thoughtful glint passing through his eyes.

A normal person getting hit by a car and sent flying seven or eight meters should be lucky to survive, let alone stand up and walk away as if nothing happened. That kind of outcome simply defied logic.

And Ji Shuiyao wasn’t just anyone;
she was a female lead. Any major incident surrounding her could easily signal the triggering of a core storyline.

Taking all that into account, the man she hit was, in all likelihood, a protagonist.

As Wang Haoran pondered this possibility, the wail of sirens sounded in the distance. Soon, paramedics and traffic officers arrived on the scene. After explaining the situation, Ji Shuiyao waved off the ambulance, stating that the victim had already left. She stayed behind to provide a statement to the police, recounting what had just occurred.

Even after everything was wrapped up, she still couldn’t set her mind at ease. A lingering concern pulled at her thoughts.

Earlier, she clearly heard Lu Chen say he was heading to Qingling Affiliated Hospital.

“Haoran, class is about to start. You go ahead—I’m going to the hospital to check on that student, Lu Chen,” Ji Shuiyao said, glancing in the direction the young man had gone.

“I’ll come with you,” Wang Haoran offered without hesitation.

“There’s no need. Class is more important. You shouldn’t miss your lectures on my account,” she replied with a polite firmness.

“What’s more important than you?” Wang Haoran countered smoothly. “You just got into an accident. Of course I’m going to stay with you.”

His voice held a gentle tease, soft and natural, like someone long accustomed to saying just the right thing.

At his words, Ji Shuiyao’s heart fluttered despite herself, but she kept her tone carefully measured. “Don’t say things like that. If seventh sister finds out, it could cause misunderstandings.”

“It’s precisely because of my connection with Weiwei—I see you as my Sixth Sister. If something happened to you, how could I just sit back and do nothing? Let me go with you.” He smiled faintly. “Besides, do you really think those classes mean anything to me?”

She looked at him, a momentary flicker of disappointment crossing her eyes when he emphasized their sibling-like relationship. Still, she quickly collected herself and nodded. “All right. Let’s go together.”

Ji Shuiyao knew well that Wang Haoran’s abilities far outstripped her own, even in the scientific field she specialized in. She also heard from Liu Yue, their Fifth Sister, that he possessed an exceptional gift for finance, so much so that even Liu Yue deeply admired him. For someone like him, skipping a few college lectures was hardly worth mentioning.

Of course, the real reason she didn’t insist further had less to do with class and more to do with the simple truth: she wanted to spend more time with him. That quiet yearning stirred beneath her rational surface, restrained only by a sense of guilt toward her seventh sister.

They reached the car, and Wang Haoran gestured toward the driver’s seat. “Want to drive, or should I?”

“You drive,” Ji Shuiyao answered quickly.

The accident earlier rattled her more than she let on, leaving a shadow of fear that made her hesitant to get behind the wheel again.

Wang Haoran nodded and drove them toward Qingling Affiliated Hospital, which was only about ten minutes from the university.

Once there, he parked the car, and the two stepped out, heading into the hospital building.

As a professor at Qingling University, Ji Shuiyao was acquainted with many of the doctors here. She also remembered that Lu Chen was from the medical department. Using her network, she quickly inquired about the room number of Lu Chen’s grandfather.

They stepped into the hospital’s patient wing, where the lights were dim and the air hung heavy with antiseptic and quiet murmurs.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Wang Haoran asked with concern, stepping close.

“I’m fine,” she said hastily, a faint blush rising in her cheeks.

She shook her head and tried to walk it off.

But Wang Haoran didn’t buy it. His voice turned serious. “You’re clearly in pain. Are you really going to keep pretending in front of me?”

Her cheeks colored deeper. After hesitating for a moment, she leaned in and whispered softly into his ear.

Realization dawned on him at once—she was experiencing cramps, a common discomfort during her period.

As she straightened up again, the tension in her expression eased. “It’s probably just because I had something cold to drink yesterday. I’m okay now.”

Wang Haoran narrowed his eyes slightly. He wasn’t so sure it was that simple.

If Lu Chen really was a protagonist with divine healing inheritance, and Ji Shuiyao, who was a female lead, was experiencing sudden discomfort just before meeting him… it all felt like a familiar setup.

A classic plot pattern.

And he’d be damned if he let the protagonist play the hero first.

“You say it’s fine now, but who knows how you’ll feel in a bit?” he said lightly. “Let me help you treat it, just to be safe.”

“You know how to treat this kind of thing?” Ji Shuiyao blinked in surprise.

“I read about it in a book. Should work,” he replied casually.

Although Wang Haoran wasn’t a professional doctor, his cultivation in the Supreme Poison Scripture had given him a deep understanding of the human body. In terms of internal balance and qi regulation, he could easily pass for a master physician.

This particular problem wasn’t complicated. A bit of internal energy, gently guided, would be enough to warm and harmonize her system.

“I don’t know… can that really work?” she asked, doubt still lingering in her eyes.

“Just let me try. Seeing you like this makes my heart ache,” he said, the corners of his mouth lifting into another warm smile.

Her heart skipped a beat. His tone was too sincere, his gaze too warm. Any doubts melted away in the heat of that moment.

She nodded rapidly. “Okay. Try it.”

Without another word, Wang Haoran led her into an unoccupied patient room.

A few minutes later…

【Ding! Host has intercepted the protagonist Lu Chen by treating female lead Ji Shuiyao’s ailment. Gained 1000 Villain Points. Lu Chen’s Protagonist Halo –50. Host’s Villain Halo +50!】

Ji Shuiyao sat on the hospital bed, eyes wide with wonder. The sharp, dragging ache from earlier had been replaced by a soothing warmth that spread through her lower abdomen. It was… incredibly comfortable.

“Wow. That actually worked. Did you really learn this from a book?” she asked in amazement. But as soon as she recalled the intimacy of what had just happened, her face flushed scarlet.

“Let’s not tell anyone about this,” Wang Haoran whispered, lips close to her ear.

She nodded quickly, matching his hush. “I know. I won’t tell Seventh Sister. This will be our little secret.” Then, as if on impulse, she added in a whisper, “If I ever feel like this again… will you treat me again?”

“It’s been treated at the root. You won’t have this problem anymore,” he said matter-of-factly.

Ji Shuiyao froze. A shadow of disappointment flickered across her face.

Wang Haoran caught it instantly and gave a small chuckle. “Then again, I can’t guarantee it won’t come back. There’s always a chance of recurrence.”

“Really? That’s… great!” she blurted before clapping a hand over her mouth, realizing how excited she sounded.

Her face turned red again.

Wang Haoran smiled but said nothing, pretending not to notice her fluster.

She gathered herself, turned around, and straightened her clothes. “Let’s go,” she said softly.

As they stepped out of the room—

“Professor Ji, what were you doing in there with him?”

Lu Chen’s voice rang out just as they passed the doorway.

The young man stood nearby, eyes wide in disbelief, staring at the two of them walking out of the same room.