I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 391: Turning the Scheme Against Him

Chapter 391: Turning the Scheme Against Him

Wang Haoran and Lu Yan arrived at the villa. Inside the hall, Lu Chen was focused on mixing some powdered medicine.

“Brother, what are you doing?” Lu Yan asked curiously.

“A big client paid over a million for a custom prescription. I need to finish it fast and deliver it tomorrow,” Lu Chen replied.

“A million? What kind of illness needs something that expensive?” She gasped in disbelief.

“Children shouldn’t ask random questions,” Lu Chen said with a stern face.

Lu Yan pouted but didn’t continue.

Standing beside her, Wang Haoran felt something strange. He sensed Lu Chen’s words were intentionally spoken for him to hear.

With that in mind, Wang Haoran moved closer to see what kind of medicine he was preparing. Lu Chen noticed him approaching, gave him a quick glance, and continued mixing without saying anything or trying to shoo him away.

“I heard you’re skilled in medicine?” Wang Haoran asked.

“So what? Do you want me to check your illness?” Lu Chen said flatly.

“No illness, just a sore waist after getting tired last night,” Wang Haoran said deliberately.

Lu Chen’s hand stiffened for a moment.

[Ding. The host caused protagonist Lu Chen’s mentality to suffer. Gained 500 villain points. Lu Chen’s protagonist halo -25. Host villain halo +25.]After a few seconds, Lu Chen resumed mixing in silence. When he finished, he stood up and walked away, leaving behind a small folded note that fell from his clothes.

He walked into his bedroom and shut the door.

Wang Haoran picked up the paper. It listed several herbs, forming a prescription, and at the bottom was a note explaining their effects.

Once he finished reading the final line, his expression turned odd.

From the explanation, this medicine was meant to deal with women. Once they take it, even the coldest woman would lose control. After everything ended, she would cling to the man who “detoxified” her and fall madly in love with him.

Wang Haoran didn’t need to examine the herbs to know it was nonsense.

When it came to dealing with women using drugs, he was far superior. The Supreme Poison Scripture recorded at least fifty types of similar concoctions.

But none possessed such miraculous effects.

A righteous doctor like Lu Chen could never create something stronger than what the scripture described. From a medical standpoint, such a drug didn’t even exist.

However, judging by the listed ingredients, it could indeed create some effects on a woman.

Lu Chen claimed a wealthy boss ordered it. Even if he exaggerated, the drug still carried minor influence.

But this was practically aiding evil.

For money, he willingly crafted such a vile mixture.

Was this something a protagonist was supposed to do?

As Wang Haoran thought about it, Lu Chen walked out of his bedroom.

“Yanyan, I’m going out to buy something,” he said toward the kitchen, then headed out.His bedroom door remained open.

Out of curiosity, Wang Haoran stepped inside. The medicine Lu Chen mixed earlier was sitting openly on the bedside table.

Was this deliberately giving him an opportunity?

The doubts in his mind slowly came together. This medicine wasn’t meant for any client. It was meant for him.

The accidental note drop and the sudden trip outside were all arranged to give him a chance.

But the powder’s actual effect still needed confirmation.

Finding out wouldn’t be difficult.

He quietly took one packet.

Around ten minutes later, Lu Chen returned. He didn’t mention anything about a missing packet, nor did he ask who touched his stuff.

Late at night, silence filled the villa.

Using his vision ability, Wang Haoran checked Lu Chen’s room and confirmed he was asleep. Then he gently woke Lu Yan.

He took out the stolen packet and let her consume a tiny amount.

The reaction came quickly.

Lu Yan grew emotional and lost control, but after a few minutes of movement, increasing her blood flow, the effect faded entirely and she regained complete clarity.

At that moment, Wang Haoran fully understood Lu Chen’s scheme.

Everything Lu Chen orchestrated was to lure him into using the drug on a woman.

More specifically, to use it on Yun Churan.

From Lu Chen’s perspective, Wang Haoran was a scumbag who would definitely take action when facing a beauty. And earlier that day, Lu Chen watched Wang Haoran embarrass himself in front of Yun Churan.

Would Wang Haoran be angry? Of course. No man liked failing in front of a gorgeous woman.

If he held such a powerful drug, he would naturally use it on Yun Churan. She would fall for it at first, but soon regain awareness.

Once she realized what had happened, she would act without hesitation.

A woman with her strength could kill him effortlessly.

Lu Chen’s logic made sense—if Wang Haoran was ordinary.

But he never considered that Wang Haoran was skilled in medicine and had even greater strength than Yun Churan.

Still, from Lu Chen’s angle, the plan looked very workable.

“This guy is really shady. Should I just kill him right now?” Wang Haoran muttered, annoyed.

But he didn’t want to do it himself. As he pondered, a better idea surfaced.

He borrowed Lu Yan’s phone and browsed through her gallery until he gathered a set of Lu Chen’s photos—front, side, multiple angles.

He sent the pictures to his own phone, then forwarded them to Bu Feiyan along with a message.

“Make me a human-skin mask of this person. As realistic as possible. How long will it take?”

Bu Feiyan, an international assassin, excelled in disguise. No one was more suited for this work.

“Is it urgent?” she asked.

“The sooner the better,” Wang Haoran replied.

“I’ll gather materials tomorrow morning. I can finish it by tomorrow evening.”

“Good. I’ll wait for your message.”

Once Lu Chen’s mask was ready, the next evening, everything could begin.

Lu Chen wanted to borrow someone else’s knife.

Fine. Let him taste the blade himself first.