I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 374: Wake Up, There’s a Meteor Shower

Night had fallen across the Qingling campus.

Gu Yurou had been reading in the library for hours. Her eyes were starting to sting, and her mind was getting hazy with sleep, so she closed her book and headed back to her dorm to rest.

On her way, she passed by the artificial lake nestled in the heart of campus. The night was quiet, still, but just as she reached the stone path by the water, a sudden sharp pain struck the back of her neck—and everything went black.

Her body collapsed to the ground with a soft thud.

From the shadows nearby, a figure stepped forward with a twisted grin. It was Yan Yuntian.

“I wonder,” he muttered to himself, eyes flashing with dark satisfaction, “just how much it’ll break Wang Haoran to find the woman he loves—dead.”

He took his time, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Then he dragged Gu Yurou’s unconscious body to the edge of the water, meticulously planting a few staged clues nearby—slippery stones, a scuffed heel—to make it seem like an accidental fall.

Without hesitation, he pushed her into the lake.

Last time, when he dealt with Lin Chen, he killed him cleanly with a single palm strike before dumping the corpse into the water. But this time, he wasn’t so careless. Killing Gu Yurou outright would bring far too many complications.

If Haoran caught wind of her death, he’d be suspicious. And once Haoran got suspicious, there was no doubt his aunt Feng Xuansu would be breathing down his neck. Better to make it look like an unfortunate accident so that he can give himself room to deny everything if questioned later.

After confirming the setup looked believable, Yan Yuntian swiftly disappeared into the night.

But just seconds after he left, a figure quietly emerged from the shadows—Wang Haoran.

Of course he came. Xuan had tipped him off in advance that Yan Yuntian was going to make a move tonight, and he couldn’t resist seeing how things would play out. He stood still, eyes locked on the lake where Gu Yurou’s body had sunk, watching the water ripple with the faint disturbances left behind.

He didn’t move a muscle. Just watched.

A minute passed. Then two. Then seven.

The water had long since gone still, perfectly flat, like polished glass. And then, without warning, the surface of the lake broke open with a splash. A soaking wet head popped up.

Gu Yurou.

She looked around, confused, her face dazed for a moment. Then instinct kicked in, and she began swimming toward the shore, quickly pulling herself out of the lake.

Haoran let out a low whistle.

That girl was just an ordinary person. She got knocked out cold and tossed into the lake for over seven minutes, and somehow she still woke up on her own and swam back to shore? That was straight-up ridiculous.

But while it was strange, it wasn’t unexpected, not to him at least.

Because Gu Yurou had that absurd Super Luck Halo, whenever someone tries to hurt her, she’ll always manage to escape danger, and the misfortune would bounce right back to the perpetrator.

Which meant now, Yan Yuntian was practically screwed.

What he did tonight wasn’t just some minor offense—it counted as attempted murder.

Haoran crossed his arms, suddenly curious what sort of divine punishment the halo would drop on Yuntian’s head. But the guy had already left seven minutes ago.

He was probably halfway back to his estate by now. Without knowing which path he took, Haoran couldn’t tail him directly to watch the fallout. He’d just have to wait and enjoy the aftermath when it comes.

He came quietly and now, he left the same way.

—

Meanwhile, Yan Yuntian strolled away from Qingling University in high spirits, a spring in his step as he walked along the roadside toward his villa. But as he passed a large truck idling in the center lane, the vehicle suddenly jerked to life, wheels screeching as it turned sharply off-course—barreling straight toward him.

His reaction was quick. Like a panther, he darted to the side and narrowly avoided getting flattened.

Crash.

The truck slammed into the roadside barrier, shaking the pavement and spilling its cargo everywhere.

Yuntian let out a soft grunt of annoyance and kept walking, not even bothering to look back. He hadn’t taken more than a few dozen steps when the streetlamp above him creaked ominously and came crashing down toward his head.

He dodged again, the lamp smashing at his feet and shattering into hundreds of jagged pieces.

His brow furrowed slightly. Something wasn’t right.

But before he could finish that thought, another threat came—this time from above. A transformer up ahead crackled violently, and thick black cables snapped loose, lashing downward like angry snakes, spitting sparks as they fell.

Again, he twisted out of the way just in time, the electric cords whipping past only inches from his body.

Three accidents in a row.

Yan Yuntian stopped walking. His instincts, honed through countless battles, screamed that something was off. He raised his hand and hailed a cab, climbing inside with a scowl.

“That should be the end of it,” he muttered, watching the road through the window.

But fate wasn’t done with him yet.

The taxi hit a red light. They came to a stop.

Suddenly, behind them, honks blared.

He turned to look and saw another truck speeding toward them, brakes squealing but not slowing down.

Boom.

The taxi was rammed from behind and shoved violently down the road. The back of the car crumpled like paper, the rear seat crushed in on itself.

Traffic froze.

People rushed over.

The cab driver, dazed but alive, stumbled out, blood trickling down his forehead.

Everyone turned to the backseat—and sighed.

No way anyone survived that.

But just as they were about to give up, the crushed frame of the taxi shuddered. Then, impossibly, it began to rise. A second later, Yan Yuntian tore through the wreckage and climbed out, pale-faced but completely intact.

Gasps echoed across the street.

The man looked like he’d walked out of a movie set and not a real crash. People stared at him as if he were some kind of rare beast.

Yuntian hated that look.

Without a word, he pushed through the crowd and vanished down the road.

Only once he was out of sight did he allow himself to relax a little, but even then, his face darkened.

What the hell was going on tonight?

From that moment forward, every nerve in his body stayed on high alert. He remained fully guarded, expecting danger around every corner.

But oddly enough, nothing else happened.

The rest of the journey home was smooth. No more surprises. No near-death experiences.

He made it back safely.

Finally, he let out a breath and chuckled to himself, already imagining how devastated Wang Haoran would be tomorrow when he finds out his precious girlfriend was “dead.”

—

Back at the villa, Haoran scaled the fence and climbed in through the window, slipping into his room unnoticed.

Knock knock.

Just as he threw himself under the blanket, pretending to sleep, a knock came at the door.

“Come in,” he called lazily.

Feng Xuansu walked in with a smile. “Don’t sleep yet. The news said there’s a meteor shower tonight. Come watch with us.”

“Really? Alright. Give me a sec to change.”

He didn’t want her to know he snuck out earlier.

Feng Xuansu gave him a look—soft, a little disappointed. Even now, he was keeping secrets from his own wife?

But remembering they hadn’t truly acknowledged their relationship yet, she said nothing more and quietly stepped out.

Soon, Haoran joined her on the balcony.

Ning Aoxue and Feng Anna came too.

The four of them sat under the night sky, gazing upward as the first streak of light arced across the heavens.

Feng Xuansu clasped her hands together, eyes shut, making a silent wish. The other two girls followed her lead.

Haoran just smirked. He didn’t believe in that sort of thing. He simply stared up, watching as the meteors grew brighter, more vivid, almost blinding.

And then—just like that—they vanished.

The light was gone.

Feng Xuansu opened her eyes and glanced over. “You didn’t make a wish?”

“Not all shooting stars are good omens,” Haoran replied casually. “In ancient times, they called them broom stars, sweeping in disaster.”

He meant it as a joke, but just as the words left his mouth—

Boom.

A thunderous explosion echoed from the distance. The earth trembled beneath them. Even the chandelier on the balcony swayed with the shockwave.

The four of them exchanged looks, eyes wide.

“That… that was an impact,” Ning Aoxue whispered.

“In a place as dense as Qingling,” Feng Anna said slowly, “odds are… someone just got really, really unlucky.”