I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 383: What Did He Say?

Feng Xuansu stood frozen in place. Beads of cold sweat slowly gathered along her snow-white forehead as her heart pounded. She knew her sister Feng Rao’s temper all too well—being stared at by a strange man was enough to make her explode.

And now Wang Haoran had gone beyond that.

It might’ve been an accident, but Feng Rao wasn’t someone who gave second chances just because something was unintentional.

Anyone else in her position would be furious, too, let alone someone as proud and sharp-tempered as her sister.

Thinking this through, Feng Xuansu quietly moved closer, already bracing herself to protect Wang Haoran at all costs if Feng Rao lost it.

Beside her, Yun Xuan and Yu Ning exchanged a glance, silently reaching the same conclusion. They stepped forward slightly, prepared to act if needed.

Unlike the others, Wang Haoran didn’t look tense at all. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying himself. Because from his perspective, the expressions on everyone in this family were just too amusing.

No one noticed the real twist—Feng Rao was the most flustered person in the room.

And the reason was painfully simple.

She once told Wang Haoran she was single and unattached.

But now, with both Yan Feipeng and Yan Yuntian right there in front of him, what else could she feel but panic? If Wang Haoran learned the truth, what would he think of her?

Would he believe she played with his feelings, lied straight to his face, and cut her off forever?

Even though anxiety gripped her heart, she still held onto a shred of hope.

She gave him a subtle glance and gently shook her head, silently begging him not to expose their relationship.

After all, she warned him before—don’t mention anything about them when others are around.

Wang Haoran caught her message and helped her to her feet. His hand lingered a bit longer than necessary. Before pulling away, he gave her a deliberate squeeze.

Firm. Soft. Full of life.

As expected of a woman who practiced martial cultivation, her body was incredible. Time seemed to move more slowly for her than for ordinary women. Even at thirty-six, she looked no less stunning than any girl in her twenties.

And the most unforgettable part—just one hand wasn’t enough to hold it.

Among all the women Wang Haoran had ever seen, perhaps only Mu Zhao Zhao could compare to her.

“Really sorry about that. I didn’t do it on purpose,” he said, voice calm and slightly apologetic.

Feng Xuansu stepped up in an instant, placing herself protectively in front of him. She might not be strong enough to fight her sister, but if it came down to it, she’d rather die than let anything happen to her man.

Yun Xuan and Yu Ning also moved quietly into place, ready to jump in.

What none of them expected was Feng Rao’s reaction.

“It’s fine,” she said lightly, not even frowning.

All three women froze for a moment, confused and stunned. Feng Xuansu was the first to react, afraid that her sister might suddenly change her mind.

Without hesitation, she reached for Wang Haoran’s hand, intending to pull him out of there as fast as possible.

Feng Rao noticed and quietly stepped aside, letting them pass. Her heart was tense, her hands trembling slightly. She just hoped Wang Haoran would leave quickly before anyone started asking questions.

But just as they were turning to leave—

“You think you can just touch my wife and walk away? Stop right there!”

Yan Feipeng’s angry roar echoed through the room. He marched forward and blocked their way.

Feng Rao’s face turned dark. Her fists clenched so tight, her nails almost dug into her palms.

Wang Haoran raised an eyebrow and turned to her, his expression pained. “Your wife?” he asked, voice low and filled with disbelief.

Feng Rao’s gaze faltered, her face full of guilt. She didn’t dare meet his eyes.

No one else could make sense of the silent exchange between them, but the tension was thick enough to choke on.

“Brother-in-law, my sister already said she doesn’t blame him. What more do you want?” Feng Xuansu asked coldly.

“He touched her. I’ll take one of his hands!” Yan Feipeng growled.

“No—take both!” Yan Yuntian added, eyes burning with hatred.

“If you want to hurt him, then you’ll have to go through me first.” Feng Xuansu’s tone was firm, her body shielding Wang Haoran completely.

“They outnumber you. You can’t protect me alone,” Wang Haoran said quietly, stepping out from behind her.

Everyone watched as he walked straight toward Feng Rao again and calmly stretched out his hand.

“If you want it, here it is,” he said softly. “Do it.”

Feng Rao’s heart ached. From the look in his eyes, she thought he must’ve already guessed everything. Her lie was laid bare. She wanted to hug him, to explain, to beg for his forgiveness—but now wasn’t the time.

“Mother, what are you waiting for?! He touched you. You should’ve killed him already. Cut his hand off!” Yan Yuntian shouted.

“Let me do it!” Yan Feipeng said, stepping up with a murderous look.

“Shut up! All of you!” Feng Rao’s voice suddenly snapped like a whip.

Both father and son froze in confusion, unsure of what just happened. They turned to her, eyes wide in disbelief.

Knowing she couldn’t afford to lose control, Feng Rao forced her tone calm again. “He’s Xuansu’s friend. That makes him one of us. It’s not a big deal. I don’t see what you’re getting so worked up about.”

Yan Feipeng and Yan Yuntian exchanged stunned glances. That was it?

After what happened, this was just “not a big deal?”

Even if Feng Xuansu begged on her knees, this was too soft a punishment.

“Thank you, sister. I’ll never forget your kindness,” Feng Xuansu quickly said.

“You’re being too polite,” Feng Rao replied with a faint smile, though her eyes quietly drifted toward Wang Haoran, hoping her gaze could say what her words couldn’t.

But he didn’t look at her.

He didn’t come here to flirt or take advantage. He came here for something else entirely.

Yan Feipeng might be angry, but he was a side character. His emotions didn’t give rewards.

Wang Haoran needed someone bigger.

He walked over to the hospital bed, leaned down, and whispered something into Yan Yuntian’s ear—just loud enough for him alone to hear.

Yan Yuntian froze. His expression darkened. He twisted in bed, trying to get up and attack, but pain shot through his body the moment he moved.

“AHHH!”

He screamed in agony, nearly blacking out.

【Ding! Host successfully destabilized Yan Yuntian’s mindset. Gained 1500 villain points. Yan Yuntian’s protagonist halo -75. Host’s villain halo +75!】

Wang Haoran calmly stepped back, returning to Feng Xuansu’s side, perfectly satisfied with his work.

“What did you say to him?!” Yan Feipeng barked, walking over and glaring at him.

“I just told him to take care of his health,” Wang Haoran replied with a straight face.

“Father… he… he said…” Yan Yuntian’s jaw clenched. He wanted to say it, to expose the insult, but the words caught in his throat.

“What did he say?!” Yan Feipeng pressed again.

Yan Yuntian’s face twisted in shame. He leaned in close and whispered into his father’s ear.

A moment later, Yan Feipeng’s face turned green.