I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 342:

Chapter 342: Free Labor

Under the cold moonlight, a narrow alley stretched out before Lu Chen as he made his way back to the campus dorms. His head was lowered, eyes locked on his phone screen, where a fresh bank notification lit up brightly.

Five hundred thousand. A full half million yuan.

He had made a batch of one hundred pills, selling every last one to the man with the Ferrari at five thousand apiece. Just a single afternoon of effort, with only a few thousand yuan in raw materials, and he walked away nearly half a million richer.

Lu Chen felt a bit dazed as he stared at the numbers. It was hard to believe. It felt as if money had suddenly become absurdly easy to earn.

The euphoria crept in slowly, and a grin spread across his face. This five hundred thousand was just the beginning. With all the miraculous prescriptions stored in his mind, there would be far more to come. The “Bed Slayer Pill” was just one of the more basic formulas—he hadn’t even scratched the surface yet.

Beyond the money, another dream stirred in his chest—finding a girlfriend.

He had never dated. Born poor, he accepted a lonely life without complaint. But things were different now. With talent like his, what kind of woman wouldn’t be a good match?

His thoughts drifted to the school forum posts, where he’d seen the names and photos of three campus belles: Qin Yunhan, Xu Muyan, and Mu Zhaozhao. All first-year students, all stunning in their own ways.

Which one should he go after first?

As he pondered, a shadow darted across the dim alleyway. Something on the ground caught his eye—no, not something, someone. A dark figure rushed toward him.

Alarm shot through him. He turned on instinct, but it was already too late.

A burlap sack flared into his vision, swallowing the light. The thick, musty stench of old canvas filled his nose, followed immediately by a sharp blow to the back of the neck.

Darkness fell.

— —

When Lu Chen awoke, he was disoriented. Pain exploded from below his waist, sharp and consuming, and his limbs twitched uncontrollably. Panic surged through him as he reached downward.

The moment his fingers touched the empty space where something should’ve been, his entire body went stiff.

Like a thunderbolt struck his soul.

【Ding! Host has successfully orchestrated the castration of protagonist Lu Chen. Gained 3000 Villain Points. Lu Chen’s Protagonist Halo -150. Host’s Villain Halo +150!】

In his villa, Wang Haoran reclined against his bedhead, casually scrolling through his phone when the system notification came in. Just seconds later, his phone rang—Jiang Gaoxuan was calling.

“It’s done, my lord,” came the crisp report.

“Well done,” Wang Haoran praised, though a flicker of unease made him ask, “What did you do with the… piece you removed?”

With Lu Chen being a divine doctor, Wang Haoran did not dare rely on traditional poisons—he couldn’t risk him detecting it or curing himself. So he had chosen a more… definitive physical method. But even that wasn’t enough. If the part was preserved, Lu Chen might attempt to reattach it somehow.

“Of course I remembered your orders,” Jiang Gaoxuan said proudly. “You told me to get rid of it completely, so after the job, I took it with me. On the way out, I passed by a barking stray dog in a side alley. I tossed it to the mutt—watched it swallow the thing whole.”

Wang Haoran blinked, caught between horror and speechlessness. For a moment, he wanted to blurt out You really are something else, but managed to hold onto his villain composure.

With a cool tone, he offered another compliment. “Very good. I don’t forget those who serve me. If you run into trouble in the future, I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you, my lord!” Jiang Gaoxuan’s excitement was palpable. “Then I’ll get back to tailing Xiao Ye.”

“Go,” Wang Haoran said flatly.

Over the past few days, Jiang Gaoxuan had been repeatedly disrupting Xiao Ye’s livestreams. The system rewarded those efforts with a few points—not as much as what he’d gotten from dealing with Yan Yuntian, but still enough to add up over time.

And besides, Jiang Gaoxuan was free labor. Not using him would be a waste.

When the call ended, Wang Haoran set the phone aside and leaned back to wait. Soon enough, the doorbell rang.

It was Feng Anna.

Her engagement with Yan Yuntian had been quietly dissolved. She returned home, reconciled with her parents, and retaken control of her company from her so-called best friend.

The princess of the Feng family had returned to her throne.

But something inside her changed. She no longer belonged to that household. The betrayal had left its mark.

With her family matters settled, she rushed back to Qingling.

She had a promise to keep.

Or rather, she didn’t dare break it—not with the price she’d have to pay if she did.

Inside the villa, Feng Anna stood stiffly in the foyer, eyes lowered, not even daring to sit down.

“You once said you were close to Yan Yuntian’s other fiancée,” Wang Haoran began, his tone casual but pointed. “Close enough to influence her thoughts.”

Feng Anna’s face went pale. Panic flashed in her eyes.

Wang Haoran narrowed his gaze, sensing something off. “You lied to me?”

“I didn’t mean to. I had no choice back then,” she said quietly, trembling slightly.

His expression darkened. If it weren’t for the leverage she offered at the time, he might not have helped her at all.

“I might not be able to sway her, but I do know her. I can tell you what I know,” she added quickly, sensing his growing irritation.

“Speak,” he said coldly.

“She’s from the Ning family, one of the top martial clans in Northern Cangzhou. Her name is Ning Aoxue. She’s around my age, with unparalleled talent in martial arts. A few years ago, she had an epiphany and went into closed-door cultivation. No one’s heard from her since.

“As for the engagement with Yan Yuntian—she feels the same as I do. Neither of us wants to have our lives dictated by others. That belief brought us together. We got along well, though we haven’t spoken in a long time.”

She paused, gauging his reaction.

“These are things I could easily find out myself. You think they’re valuable?” he said with a bland expression.

Feng Anna fell silent, then nodded slowly, as if surrendering to her fate.

“Do whatever you want with me. I knew what I was walking into when I came here,” she said, closing her eyes like someone bracing for a storm.

Wang Haoran frowned slightly.

Do I really look like someone who’s about to devour her whole? Or does she just think her looks are that irresistible?

Sure, he was tempted—but being treated like some beast robbed him of the mood. Besides, her self-sacrificing posture was such a turn-off.

“Go mop the floors,” he said suddenly.

Feng Anna opened her eyes, startled. “Mop the floors?”

“I used to hire a cleaner for this place,” he said, turning away. “But now that I’ve got a free pair of hands, you can take care of the chores.”

With that, he walked off to his room, leaving Feng Anna standing in the living room, utterly dumbfounded.