I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 341:

Chapter 341: Selling Pills for Profit

The moment Lu Chen realized the jade pendant that usually hung from his chest was gone, he jerked his hand back from Wang Haoran’s grasp, panic flashing in his eyes.

With a growing sense of dread, he began to pat down his body, checking every pocket and seam, clinging to a sliver of hope—maybe, just maybe, he’d taken it off earlier and slipped it into his pants or jacket.

But after frantically searching himself from head to toe, practically peeling off his own skin in desperation, he still found nothing.

It was nowhere to be found.

His expression darkened instantly, like someone who had just won a multi-million dollar lottery only to lose the ticket before they could claim the prize.

Across from him, Wang Haoran smirked inwardly. He had stolen that pendant a while ago, and Lu Chen hadn’t noticed a thing—until now. It was clear enough why the guy was suddenly panicking. He must have tried to activate it during their handshake, only to find it gone.

Wang Haoran already knew what the jade pendant did. And Lu Chen obviously wouldn’t use something like that to heal him, which meant… the kid had intended to harm him with it.

So, this so-called divine doctor really had a black heart.

The urge to slap Lu Chen into the next life surged again, but Wang Haoran reined it in. He still needed to earn back the 30,000 Villain Points he spent earlier. For now, patience was more valuable than satisfaction.

“Let’s go,” he said simply, taking Ji Shuyao’s hand and walking her out of the hospital without looking back.

Once they were inside the car, Ji Shuyao, cheeks still flushed with lingering embarrassment, turned to him hesitantly.

“You… why did you say we’re a couple back there?”

“That guy Lu Chen was looking at you in a way I didn’t like. He clearly has feelings for you,” Wang Haoran said, his tone serious as he leaned into the excuse. “I figured if I said we were dating, he’d back off.”

“Oh, I see…” She looked slightly disappointed, but quickly buried it beneath a calm expression.

Wang Haoran changed the topic before she could dwell too long. “By the way, what exactly happened during the accident with Lu Chen? Who was really at fault?”

“He suddenly ran across the road. I panicked and hit the gas instead of the brake. I guess… we both share some responsibility,” Ji Shuyao admitted with a faint look of embarrassment.

“Do you have a dashcam in your car?”

“Of course. I’m still a new driver, so I gotta be careful.”

She pulled up the footage on her recorder and found the exact moment when the collision had occurred.

Wang Haoran watched the clip several times, squinting thoughtfully. “The way Lu Chen moved… it kind of looks like he did it on purpose.”

“He’s a student. Why would he fake getting hit by me? Who would risk their life like that?” she questioned, frowning.

“First, he probably didn’t know who was driving. All he needed to see was the Porsche logo. Second, even if he’s clever, no one would expect a Porsche driver to mistake the gas for the brake,” Wang Haoran explained calmly.

The logic made sense, and Ji Shuyao nodded with a slightly embarrassed smile.

“For now, don’t go see him. Leave everything to a lawyer. He’s fine, but your Porsche’s front end got crushed. Who’s compensating who is still up in the air.”

“Alright, I understand,” she agreed. Though kind-hearted by nature, Ji Shuyao was not foolish.

Faking an accident to extract money from others was despicable. It hurt both the victim and the perpetrator. Even if someone was in desperate need, that kind of behavior couldn’t be excused.

If everyone did that if they were broke, the world would fall into chaos.

Letting Lu Chen off the hook would only encourage him to do it again. If he tasted success this time, who knew how far he’d go next?

Better to nip the problem in the bud before it spreads.

While they talked, the two of them returned to campus.

“I have a class this afternoon. I’m going ahead,” Ji Shuyao said.

“Go on,” Wang Haoran nodded.

She turned to leave, but after a few steps, she suddenly looked back over her shoulder. “If I’m ever feeling unwell again… you’ll help treat me, won’t you?”

Glancing around to make sure no one else was nearby, she blurted it out quickly and ran off before he could respond.

Wang Haoran chuckled, watching her retreating figure, then pulled out his phone and dialed Jiang Gaoxuan.

Lu Chen really was a dirty player—almost on par with himself, the so-called villain.

He couldn’t wait to wring every last bit of value out of that protagonist and then finish him off cleanly.

When it came to dealing with male protagonists, nothing beat his signature strategy: leech them dry, then deliver the final blow. But in this case, he wasn’t sure how good Lu Chen’s medical skills really were. There was a chance the guy might detect the drug—or worse, cure himself.

After all, this wasn’t modern medicine—it was ancient, profound medicine. Far more powerful.

So Wang Haoran decided to use a safer, more physical approach instead.

“Put the Xiao Ye situation on hold. When you’re free, I’ve got a job for you,” he said as soon as the call connected.

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Meanwhile, Lu Chen had turned over every place he’d been, retracing his steps with obsessive precision, but still couldn’t find the missing jade. In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

It took him a day or two to pull himself out of the funk.

Even though he lost the jade pendant, he still had the vast store of ancient medical knowledge ingrained in his mind. That, in itself, was a treasure trove.

With that thought to comfort him, he took out Ji Shuyao’s business card and prepared to call her—supposedly to discuss the aftermath of the car accident, but really to persuade her to leave Wang Haoran.

Before he could even dial her number, though, a lawyer’s letter arrived.

The reason? The alleged insurance scam.

Lu Chen stared at the letter in disbelief, then cursed aloud.

“Professor Ji is kind and beautiful. There’s no way she would do this of her own will. That damn rich brat must’ve made her do it!”

After venting for a while, he was forced to face reality.

The compensation amount listed in the letter wasn’t small—not for someone like him.

But he didn’t panic. He still had all those ancient prescriptions in his head, many of which had miraculous effects.

He took the ten thousand yuan Ji Shuyao had given him earlier and bought a batch of medicinal herbs from the pharmacy. Then he spent the entire afternoon grinding, mixing, and shaping the ingredients into pills.

By nightfall, he set up a street stall along the pedestrian shopping street.

The pills were formulated to drastically boost male performance—no side effects, no additives. A godsend for men everywhere.

He even gave the pills a bold name: “Bed-Slayer.”

After setting up his stand, he called out to passersby, but most people just scoffed and assumed he was a scam artist. One young man even stormed up to the stall and looked ready to flip the table.

Apparently, he’d been crippled in that area after taking low-quality products and had come to despise all pill-sellers who made exaggerated claims.

Lu Chen, however, had full confidence in his medicine. He immediately proposed a wager—if the pill didn’t work, he’d give up his life right then and there.

The young man, bitter and broken, didn’t believe a word of it. Without hesitation, he popped the pill right there on the street.

A few minutes passed.

The man’s face changed. He blinked, touched his chest, then his arms, then lower—his expression shifting rapidly from confusion to shock to something nearing worship.

He almost fell to his knees.

“I’ll take everything you’ve got!”

“One pill—five thousand,” Lu Chen said smoothly, having spotted the Ferrari keys hanging from the man’s waist.