I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 340:

Ji Shuyao stepped into the hospital room, her gaze falling quietly on the unconscious old man lying in the bed—Lu Chen’s grandfather.

“Professor Ji, now that there are no outsiders here, can you tell me the truth? Did Wang Haoran threaten you into doing something?” Lu Chen asked in a low voice, his tone full of concern.

“You’re overthinking it, really. There’s nothing like that,” Ji Shuyao replied, forcing herself to remain polite despite the irritation creeping into her voice. As a teacher, she couldn’t lose her composure, even when the student standing in front of her was pressing her nerves.

“Don’t be afraid. I can help you—just trust me.”

In Lu Chen’s eyes, Wang Haoran was the classic villain, someone who played dirty, a spoiled and rotten Rich Second Gen. As for Professor Ji, she was the goddess of the university—intelligent, elegant, and upright. She should never have been entangled with someone like that unless she was being forced. That had to be it.

And if he could help her get out of that mess, wouldn’t she feel grateful? Wouldn’t she start seeing him differently? If he just spent a little more time with her, deepening their connection… claiming the beauty’s heart wouldn’t be so far-fetched.

“You don’t have to do anything. That, in itself, is helping me.” Ji Shuyao’s tone was firm now.

She needed to draw the line before this young man got any more ideas.

Lu Chen paused at her words, stunned for a moment, but ultimately didn’t press further. Even so, his thoughts remained unchanged. He figured she simply didn’t believe he had the ability to help her—after all, to her, he was just a poor student. She didn’t want him to get involved because she didn’t think he could.

Then… I’ll just have to help her in secret.

His mind was made up.

Hidden beneath his clothes, hanging against his chest, was the Yin-Yang Jade Pendant. Within it, the two opposing energies of life and death resided. The Qi of Life had already been exhausted—used up when healing himself and his grandfather. It needed time to replenish. But the Qi of Death? That was still untouched. It remained full.

And with it, Lu Chen could bring illness down on someone without leaving a single trace.

Wang Haoran… he didn’t care how extreme the method was. That man was bad news. One glance was enough to know he was the kind of person who did whatever he pleased, trampling others as he went. If he fell gravely ill, nearing death, he’d no longer be able to cling to Professor Ji.

And once that happens, once Professor Ji realizes she’d been freed from her nightmare, who would she thank? Who would she turn to?

Lu Chen’s lips curled into a smile, satisfaction creeping in at the corners.

At that moment, the hospital room door opened. Wang Haoran walked in.

His eyes swept the room, and the moment they landed on Lu Chen, a flicker of annoyance surged in his chest. He had to suppress the urge to punch him straight into the afterlife. But the system demanded balance, and the only way to gain back his villain points… was to play this carefully.

Lu Chen saw him enter, and though he loathed the man in his heart, he forced a smile to his face and greeted him with fake warmth.

“Come in, have a seat. Thanks for visiting my grandpa.”

Wang Haoran was a bit surprised by Lu Chen’s sudden shift in attitude. Naturally, he could tell the guy was faking it, but he didn’t expose him. Instead, he nodded casually and played along.

“No need to thank me.” Then, with a faint smile, he asked in a seemingly offhanded tone, “So you’re the only one taking care of your grandfather? No other family?”

“My parents passed away a long time ago. It’s just my grandpa and my little sister now,” Lu Chen answered smoothly. He wanted to keep the pretense of friendliness, even if he was planning to curse this man with fatal illness.

“Your sister… is she pretty?”

Lu Chen’s expression shifted slightly. Why would this bastard ask about his sister? Was he interested in her?

“Yeah, she’s very pretty,” he replied, clearly displeased.

“No blood relation between you two, right?”

The question struck Lu Chen like a bolt of lightning. His face paled instantly.

“How did you know that?!”

I’ve seen this plot play out too many times not to know, Wang Haoran thought, though he kept that smugness off his face.

“You mentioned she’s beautiful. I just guessed she might not be related by blood,” he said innocently.

Lu Chen clenched his jaw. Was this guy calling him ugly?

“How old is she? Has she turned eighteen yet?”

“She’s nineteen. First year of college.” His face darkened, but for now, he swallowed his rage.

Nineteen. College freshman. No blood relation. Stunningly beautiful.

Wang Haoran could basically smell it—Lu Chen’s sister had all the hallmarks of a female lead.

She was the perfect breakthrough point for regaining villain points.

Of course, that didn’t mean Lu Chen himself could be let off so easily.

“Shall we get going?” Ji Shuyao suddenly said to Wang Haoran, clearly wanting to leave. She didn’t want to linger in this strange atmosphere.

“Professor Ji, it’s still early. Why not sit and chat for a bit?” Lu Chen tried to keep her there, his tone overly eager.

Seeing that, Wang Haoran instantly understood—Lu Chen had thoughts about her. Well then, time to make things interesting.

“We have a movie date, remember?” Wang Haoran said casually.

“A movie… you two?” Lu Chen blinked in shock.

“Ah, look at me, letting that slip.” Wang Haoran slapped his forehead theatrically before turning serious. “Since you already know, I won’t hide it. Professor Ji and I are dating. Our relationship’s a bit sensitive due to our positions, so we haven’t made it public. Please, keep it confidential.”

Lu Chen turned to Ji Shuyao in disbelief. “Professor… is that true?”

Ji Shuyao was thrown off by the sudden declaration. She didn’t know what to say—until she saw Wang Haoran give her a discreet wink.

“Yes… we’re dating.” She followed along, even if she wasn’t entirely sure what he was planning.

【Ding! The host has caused Protagonist Lu Chen’s mental state to destabilize. Gained 1000 Villain Points. Lu Chen’s Protagonist Halo -50. Host’s Villain Halo +50!】

“Let’s go. We’ll watch the movie, then head to the hotel after,” Wang Haoran added smoothly.

Ji Shuyao’s face turned bright red, but with the situation as it was, she couldn’t call him out on it. She had no choice but to play along.

“Alright… sure.”

【Ding! The host has caused Protagonist Lu Chen’s mental state to destabilize. Gained 1000 Villain Points. Lu Chen’s Protagonist Halo -50. Host’s Villain Halo +50!】

“By the way, did you bring it?” Wang Haoran asked, keeping his voice low but teasing.

“What?”

“You know… that thing. You already had a scare once. If it happens again, we’ll be in trouble.”

Ji Shuyao finally caught on, and her face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. Still, she nodded and answered through gritted teeth.

“Yes… I brought it.”

She looked like a crab that had just been boiled alive.

【Ding! The host has caused Protagonist Lu Chen’s mental state to destabilize. Gained 2000 Villain Points. Lu Chen’s Protagonist Halo -100. Host’s Villain Halo +100!】

Wang Haoran gave a satisfied nod.

“Professor Ji… have you really gone that far with him?” Lu Chen’s voice trembled, his lips pale, eyes full of disbelief.

“Please keep it to yourself,” Ji Shuyao replied solemnly.

Hearing that, Lu Chen staggered. The disappointment crushed down like a mountain, but it was quickly replaced by a rising, uncontrollable fury.

No—That bastard must’ve threatened Professor Ji into it. This filthy Rich Second Gen… he deserves to die!

Lu Chen clenched his fists, resolving once more to end him.

But he forced a smile onto his face, masking the killing intent boiling in his heart. He stepped forward and held out his hand.

“I really admire you. Even a goddess like Professor Ji couldn’t resist. Mind sharing some tips?”

“It’s nothing special. Good looks help. You could do it too,” Wang Haoran replied casually, shaking his hand.

Lu Chen’s smile froze at the corners. He felt his lip twitch, but forced it back into a grin.

Soon… you’ll be on your deathbed.

As they shook hands, he focused, preparing to channel the Qi of Death through the contact. But then he noticed something—an emptiness in the spot where the jade pendant should have been pressed against his chest.

His heart skipped.

Where’s my pendant?!

He touched over his clothes, felt nothing beneath. His eyes went wide, pupils dilating.

Gone. The Yin-Yang Jade Pendant was gone.