I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 388: Don’t Be Superstitious

Wang Haoran left the house and followed the garden path that wound through the villa district. At the end of the path, under a quiet streetlamp, he saw Bian Suwen sitting alone on a bench, her silhouette slender and still.

He approached at a calm pace and sat beside her. When he turned to look at her profile, he noticed the faint frown between her brows and the clouded look in her eyes—she looked troubled.

“Suwen, what’s wrong?” he asked, puzzled.

He originally thought she called him out for a quiet, intimate moment under the stars. But judging from her expression, that clearly wasn’t her intention.

“Ever since I began studying medicine, I’ve always followed medical ethics without a shred of compromise. What I did today—deceiving a patient like that—I feel deeply ashamed. It’s not only a betrayal of Yixian Valley’s name, but also an insult to the title of ‘Divine Doctor,’” she said, voice filled with remorse.

Her delicate features were drawn tight with guilt and self-blame.

Wang Haoran was caught off guard. Until now, he hadn’t even thought about it that way. He only wanted to destroy Yuntian a little more thoroughly and hadn’t considered how Bian Suwen might feel about playing along.

“If you didn’t want to, you could have said so at the time,” he said after a pause.

Back during their phone call, when he proposed the plan, she did not voice any objection. After a brief hesitation, she agreed without much fuss.

“I was just afraid you’d be upset…” she admitted quietly, afraid that her resistance might affect his mood. She quickly added, “I’m not blaming you. It’s just that my conscience is struggling with it. I’ll be fine in a few days once I sort things out in my heart.”

“I should’ve considered your feelings more. That’s on me,” Wang Haoran said softly, rubbing her shoulder to comfort her.

“As your girlfriend, helping you with things like this is what I should do. This isn’t your fault—it’s my own choice.” After talking for a while, some of the gloom between her brows began to fade, and her voice grew a little lighter.

“How about you tell me something interesting to get my mind off things? If I’m distracted, maybe I’ll stop dwelling on it.”

Wang Haoran thought for a moment, but nothing amusing came to mind. His eyes, however, landed on the flawless face just inches away from him, and a certain idea took root.

Instead, Wang Haoran leaned in, and the moment his lips brushed hers, Bian Suwen trembled.

She welcomed him with a soft gasp, her breath spilling against his mouth like warm mist. Her lips opened instinctively, drawing him in deeper, as if she had been holding back far longer than she ever admitted.

Her taste hit him at once—soft and sweet like honeyed herbs, but with a darker undertone that curled around his tongue, something bold, something intoxicating, something that didn’t belong on the lips of a divine doctor.

The medicinal fragrance on her breath wasn’t gentle anymore; it wrapped around him like a drug, sinking straight into his nerves and lighting each one on fire.

His hand slid up her side, fingers tracing the line of her waist before pulling her tight against him. Suwen let out a quiet sound—half breath, half whimper—and the moment he heard it, something inside him ignited.

He kissed her harder, deeper, until her soft lips grew wet against his, until she was clinging to the fabric of his shirt like she needed him to stay close or she would fall apart.

Her tongue brushed his hesitantly at first, then with a sudden boldness that shocked even herself. The sweet-herbal taste spread through his mouth like a forbidden tonic, warm and addictive, and he chased it greedily. Suwen’s breath turned shallow, her chest rising and falling against him in a rhythm that matched the growing heat between them.

Her fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer still, as if she wanted to devour him right there in the shadows of the garden. Every time she breathed out, he caught the faint scent of spiritual herbs and warm skin—a clean fragrance twisted into something sinful under his touch.

Her body pressed fully against his, and the soft drag of her curves under his hand sent a rush of desire straight through him.

By the time their mouths finally parted, a thin thread of warmth still connected their lips before breaking.

Suwen’s eyes were dazed, pupils slightly dilated, her lips flushed and swollen from how fiercely he had taken them. She swallowed, breath hitching, as if she could still taste him on her tongue.

Wang Haoran wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb and brought it to his lips, savoring the lingering sweetness. “You taste,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “like a medicine that makes a man lose control.”

Suwen blushed fiercely, but she didn’t deny it. Her breathing was unsteady, her body still leaning into him as if she couldn’t quite pull away.

“Then…” she whispered, voice trembling with a mix of shyness and wicked invitation, “take another dose.”

Minutes passed before Wang Haoran sat back upright again. “Feeling any better now?” he asked.

Her cheeks were still flushed pink. She had lost herself completely in the moment earlier, and the guilt from tricking a patient had been cast far into the sky. Right now, her mood was much, much better.

Still, a small longing lingered in her heart. Without thinking, she murmured, “Just a little bit more…”

With that, she closed her eyes again and tilted her face toward him, clearly signaling what she wanted.

How could Wang Haoran not understand? Naturally, he leaned in once more to meet her wishes.

By the time their lips finally parted again, the traces of sadness had completely vanished from Bian Suwen’s face. Her expression was radiant, her eyes glowing with newfound warmth.

“I’m fine now,” she said, smiling sweetly.

Wang Haoran touched his lips without thinking. To be honest, they were starting to feel numb.

“It’s getting cold out here. Why don’t we head somewhere warmer and keep talking?” he asked, his smile carrying a hint of deeper meaning.

Bian Suwen caught on immediately and was visibly tempted, but then she remembered something. “I… it’s not convenient tonight,” she said, voice soft.

Wang Haoran’s mood dimmed slightly. He had already teased Feng Rao earlier, and now Bian Suwen. His body had been tormented without release, and it was starting to wear on him.

“Give me a few days. When I’m ready, I’ll let you know,” she added when she saw his disappointed face.

That helped cheer him up a little. They chatted a bit longer before saying their goodbyes, and Wang Haoran made his way back toward the villa, preparing to call on Qiu Qianwei instead.

But as he passed through the flower path again, he saw two familiar figures walking toward him.

It was Lu Chen and his younger sister, Lu Yan.

They hadn’t seen him yet, as their eyes didn’t reach as far as his. The two of them were chatting casually as they strolled side by side.

“Brother, seriously? You bought a villa around here?” Lu Yan asked, disbelief written all over her face.

“Would I lie to you? I just helped a few people with their illnesses and made a huge amount of money,” Lu Chen said proudly, pointing ahead. “See that one, the third from the left? That’s mine. Got it for just over three million at a court auction.”

“Over three million? That’s insane!” Lu Yan gasped.

“It’s actually cheap,” Lu Chen explained. “That house caught fire once and had to be renovated. The previous owner was some shady criminal.”

“Wait… doesn’t that make it unlucky to live in?” Lu Yan asked with a hint of concern.

Lu Chen chuckled. “Silly girl, you’ve read so many books, but you’re still being superstitious?”

“Aren’t there other places?” she asked.

“There’s nothing better near Qingling University. If we want to be close to campus, this is our only option,” he said.

Lu Yan nodded and stopped arguing about it.

At that moment, a familiar voice called out from the front, “What a coincidence.”

Lu Yan froze and looked up. When she saw Wang Haoran, she broke into a bright smile and rushed over to throw herself into his arms.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, delighted.

“I live nearby,” Wang Haoran answered with a smile. Then he glanced past her and saw the eyes of Lu Chen glaring at him, burning with jealousy.

Lu Chen walked up with a sour look on his face, completely ignoring Wang Haoran. He turned to Lu Yan and said, “It’s getting late. We should head back.”

“Just a little longer,” she pouted, snuggling into Wang Haoran’s embrace. She had no intention of leaving so soon.

“You live around here too?” Wang Haoran asked, though he had already overheard everything from earlier.

“Yeah. My brother bought a villa here,” Lu Yan answered without hesitation.

“Is that so? Congratulations,” Wang Haoran said, glancing at Lu Chen before adding casually, “Think I could come over for a visit?”

He originally planned to summon Qiu Qianwei, but now he has changed his mind.

“It’s late. You should go home,” Lu Chen said stiffly. He didn’t want this man anywhere near his house.

Wang Haoran didn’t respond. Instead, he gazed into Lu Yan’s eyes with a soft, affectionate look.

She caught his meaning right away. “Brother, you go on ahead. I’m not coming with you,” she said flatly.

Lu Chen felt his head ache. After a moment of helpless silence, he turned to Wang Haoran and forced a reply through gritted teeth. “Fine. Come in.”

Wang Haoran smiled, walking with the siblings toward their new home. When he saw the house, a sense of nostalgia rose within him.

He knew this place.

It used to belong to Ye Qiu.

After Ye Qiu was convicted, all his assets were confiscated, and the villa was sold off in a court auction.

To think that, by sheer coincidence, Lu Chen ended up buying Ye Qiu’s old home.