I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 381: Hospital Visit

“A meteorite crashed into Yan Yuntian’s residence?” Wang Haoran blinked with feigned surprise, as though hearing the news for the first time.

His expression quickly shifted into one of deep sympathy. “Tsk, that’s real bad luck.”

In the villa’s main hall, Ning Aoxue and Feng Anna both chimed in.

“Of all the places in Qingling, the meteor just had to fall on his house? What kind of karmic retribution is that?”

“He’s always been domineering and aggressive. Maybe this is heaven balancing the scales. Otherwise, why would a meteor fall exactly on him?”

Though their words sounded like casual observations, there was no mistaking the schadenfreude laced in their tones.

Neither of them ever liked Yan Yuntian to begin with. Thanks to their unwanted engagement ties, they even carried a hint of resentment toward him.

Now that he suffered such a bizarre accident, they couldn’t help but vent a few thinly veiled jabs.

Feng Xuansu turned away from the two women and looked back at Wang Haoran. “I’m heading to the hospital to check on him. You’re not angry, are you?”

“Come on, the guy just got wrecked by a rock from space. How could I be mad?” Wang Haoran chuckled, eyes gleaming. “Actually, I’ll go with you. Let’s take a look together.”

He wasn’t going just to show concern—he wanted to see the spectacle for himself and, more importantly, meet this Yun Churan in person.

Feng Xuansu hesitated for a second but eventually gave him a small nod.

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At the Hospital

After finishing her secret call to Wang Haoran, Yu Ning returned to the high-end VIP ward where Yan Yuntian was resting.

He lay stiffly on the hospital bed, his entire body wrapped in bandages like a mummy. One leg was raised and held in place by a metal frame. Apart from his eyes and mouth, he couldn’t move a thing.

Standing nearby was Yan Feipeng, his father, who looked stricken with concern.

He had already spoken to the doctor and confirmed that although Yan Yuntian was in rough shape, his life wasn’t in danger. Still, his body had suffered multiple fractures, and his internal organs were heavily shaken.

Even with the strong physique of a martial cultivator, full recovery would take no less than three months.

“A meteor from the sky, of all things,” Yan Feipeng muttered, half fuming, half exasperated. “How the hell does it fall right on your house?!”

Honestly, Yan Yuntian was just as baffled.

The last thing he remembered was returning from Qingling University in a good mood. He’d fallen asleep peacefully—and when he woke up, he was already in a hospital bed.

He only learned what happened after asking Yu Ning. At first, he refused to believe it, thinking it was some elaborate ambush. But once he saw the news reports on TV, even he couldn’t deny it anymore.

“Father, did you come alone?” Yan Yuntian asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his miserable luck. He looked around the room and saw no one else.

“Your mother is already in Qingling and should be arriving soon. And someone else who cares deeply about you came with her,” Yan Feipeng said with a meaningful smile.

A flicker of suspicion crossed Yan Yuntian’s mind. “Is it… Churan?”

“Yes,” Yan Feipeng nodded.

At that confirmation, the tight line of Yan Yuntian’s lips finally eased.

Yun Churan wasn’t like Ning Aoxue or Feng Anna. She had been chosen as his official wife—a match both his father and Feng Rao had approved of. She was the only one with the proper status and background.

And in truth, Yan Yuntian was very satisfied with her.

Not only did she come from a powerful hidden sect that rivaled even Fengxi Sect, but she also treated the engagement seriously, valuing tradition and filial piety.

She always spoke to him gently, her smile calm and elegant, her every word warm and poised.

Just the thought of her face made Yan Yuntian’s mind drift.

But as that image bloomed in his thoughts, a troubling realization settled in. His expression slowly tensed again.

“Father, how did Churan find out I was injured? And why did she come with Mother?” he asked slowly.

Logically, the sect Yun Churan came from was far from Fengxi Sect. There was no way she would’ve learned about his injury so quickly. And his mother definitely wouldn’t have reached out to inform her directly.

Unless, by coincidence, she was already at Fengxi Sect when the news came.

But what could Yun Churan be doing at Fengxi Sect? Could it be…?

Yan Yuntian’s heart skipped. After being rejected in two prior engagements, his instincts screamed retreat notice at any sudden appearance.

Yan Feipeng caught the shift in his son’s mood and smiled knowingly. “She came with her elders to Fengxi Sect. They were there to finalize a wedding date. They wanted to see you and make arrangements to get the ceremony done soon.”

Relief and happiness surged through Yan Yuntian’s chest—until it slammed against the ugly truth he had been trying to avoid.

He wasn’t physically normal anymore.

If they really went through with the marriage, that secret would come to light.

Frustrated, Yan Yuntian cursed himself in silence. He had already planned to visit Bian Suwen to treat the issue, but his pride kept holding him back.

He had delayed again and again.

Now, with this injury, who knew how much longer it would drag on?

“You don’t look happy,” Yan Feipeng said, noticing the tension in his face.

“I just think it’s a little too soon to talk about marriage,” Yan Yuntian replied vaguely.

There was no way he could say the real reason out loud.

If he remembered correctly, Yun Churan just turned eighteen.

“You’re not part of the mundane world. What’s too soon about it?” Yan Feipeng countered. “When I married your mother, she was even younger than Churan.”

Yan Yuntian forced a laugh, brushing it aside. “Let’s talk about it later. Look at me—I’m in no shape to get married right now anyway.”

Yan Feipeng nodded but kept glancing toward the door, growing visibly impatient.

He had been running businesses in the secular world, while Feng Rao remained on Fengxi Sect. The two of them rarely had the chance to see each other. By his count, it had been nearly a year since they last met.

He missed her—terribly.

Unable to wait any longer, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

But the moment the call connected, it was cut off.

Frowning, he dialed again.

Once again—hung up.

Still refusing to give up, he dialed a third time.

This time, the call went through.

“What is wrong with you?!” came Feng Rao’s icy, irritated voice on the other end.

But Yan Feipeng didn’t get angry. In fact, he smiled, a bit lovesick. “Honey, it’s been so long. I missed you. You’ve been gone for ages, so I called to check if you’re almost here.”

“There’s traffic. I’ll be there soon. Goodbye.”

Feng Rao hung up without another word.