I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 393: Stalkers and the Stalked

Yun Churan followed Bian Suwen all the way to a five-star hotel. She kept a safe distance and watched from across the street to avoid being noticed. Through the glass doors, she saw Bian Suwen step up to the front desk, speak with the clerk, receive a room card, and walk into the elevator on the ground floor.

For someone like Bian Suwen, who just moved to Qingling, it made no sense that she wouldn’t already have a place to stay. Booking a room at a hotel so suddenly could only mean one thing. She came here to meet someone. Yun Churan thought about it and quickly made a guess. Could it be Wang Haoran?

That possibility made her blood run cold. Without hesitation, she walked into the hotel herself, booked a room, and deliberately chose the one right next to Bian Suwen’s.

If she caught them meeting in secret, they would have no excuses left. She let out a cold snort and stepped into the elevator.

While her attention stayed locked on Bian Suwen, she never realized that someone else had been watching her from behind.

Buzz.

Wang Haoran received a message on his phone. It came from Bian Suwen, giving him the name of the hotel and her room number. He replied without delay, saying he was on the way. Then he put on the human-skin mask that mimicked Lu Chen’s face and entered the hotel.

From outside, he used his x-ray to watch Yun Churan speak with the receptionist. He now knew which room she chose.

After entering the building, he found the hallway security camera outside her room and quickly disabled it without drawing attention.

Inside, Yun Churan pressed her ear to the wall, listening closely. The hotel’s soundproofing worked well, but Yun Churan wasn’t just any woman. With her body pressed tightly against the surface, she picked up on the faint movements from the neighboring room.

From the soft and subtle noise, she determined that Bian Suwen was still alone. Whoever she came to meet hadn’t arrived yet.

Yun Churan decided to wait a little longer. Her plan was simple. Once the man appeared, she would pretend to be hotel staff, knock on the door, and peek inside.

If she saw Wang Haoran and Bian Suwen in the same room, that would be enough to confirm everything.

Once she confirms the truth, she will inform Feng Rao and let her deal with them personally.

Knock knock.

“Evening delivery, your night snack is here.”

A man’s voice called from the hallway.

Yun Churan frowned. She didn’t order anything. Must have been a mix-up.

“I didn’t order any—” she said, swinging open the door to correct the mistake.

Before she could finish speaking, a cloud of fine powder struck her in the face.

Caught off guard, she inhaled sharply. Her head started spinning, and the floor tilted under her feet.

The room blurred around her, and her vision dimmed. She realized immediately that she breathed in some kind of strong sedative or knockout agent. Her heart raced in panic.

Before she could do anything, her knees buckled, and her mind went blank.

In those last few seconds, she caught a clear glimpse of the man’s face.

She collapsed toward the ground.

Wang Haoran, still wearing Lu Chen’s face, stepped forward quickly and caught her. He closed the door behind them and locked it tight.

He opened the small bag he brought with him.

Inside were props for what came next—fake blood, a cream that irritated skin to make it look red and swollen, a pill that caused nausea and mimicked pregnancy symptoms, and finally, a student ID.

He never intended to really do anything. That wasn’t his style. For someone like him, this kind of brute-force method felt pathetic. It didn’t match his identity as a high-level villain. And with Yun Churan unconscious and limp like a lifeless puppet, there was no fun in that anyway.

Of course, that didn’t mean he never entertained the thought. He wanted her to come to him by her own will. That would be far more satisfying.

But clearly, that wasn’t possible tonight.

So he set the stage for something else. He planned to frame someone. Every item in the bag served a specific purpose.

Even if he changed his mind right now and wanted to go through with it, he didn’t have the time. Bian Suwen waited in the next room, already growing anxious.

He needed to keep her calm and avoid suspicion.

After staging the fake scene with quick precision, Wang Haoran removed the mask and checked the hallway with his x-ray.

The corridor outside was clear.

He stepped to Bian Suwen’s door and knocked lightly.

“Come in,” her voice trembled from within, soft but clearly nervous.

Her eyes shimmered with fear and a hint of desire.

【Ding, Host has claimed female lead Bian Suwen for the first time. Gained 2800 Villain Points. Bian Suwen Female Lead Halo -140. Host Villain Halo +140.】

Wang Haoran paused for a moment and glanced through the wall into the next room.

Inside, Yun Churan slowly opened her eyes. Her body felt sore and strange, and confusion clouded her mind. Then her memories rushed back all at once. The knock at the door. The strange powder. The face she saw before blacking out.

Pain gripped her chest. Panic, fury, shame, and despair surged all at once.

She clenched her teeth and tried to breathe. She forced herself to stay calm.

Her eyes moved across the room. That was when she saw something by the door.

She walked over, picked it up, and saw a student ID.

There was a photo. She recognized the face right away.

The man who knocked on her door.

Qingling University. Medical Academy. Sophomore. Lu Chen.

Her eyes filled with hatred as she clutched the card, and rage twisted her expression.

She opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

In the next room, Wang Haoran watched everything unfold through the wall, and a satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

He was worried before that this kind of trap would be too basic. Yun Churan always seemed sharp and hard to fool. But the sudden trauma blinded her completely. She never paused to think. She accepted the surface truth.

Bian Suwen slept in the other room, completely drained. Her breathing was steady and deep. Even in her dreams, her brows remained slightly furrowed, as though the storm she went through still lingered in her body. But a faint smile curved her lips, sweet and content.

Wang Haoran left the hotel quietly and made his way toward Qingling University.

Yun Churan wasn’t stupid. Once she calmed down, she might start noticing things. If that happened, she would realize something was wrong.

He couldn’t let that happen.

He needed to steer her anger toward Lu Chen before her logic returned.

But the student ID alone wasn’t enough.

She would go straight to Qingling University, trying to find Lu Chen.

Too bad Lu Chen didn’t live on campus.

Wang Haoran needed someone else to deliver that piece of information. He couldn’t risk letting her wait too long. This kind of hatred burned brightest in the moment. Once it cooled, everything could fall apart.

He contacted Liu Hua, Lu Ming, and Wei Zhihang and sent them to hang around the sophomore buildings. He told them clearly—if a beautiful woman asked about Lu Chen, they were to tell her exactly where Lu Chen lived, off campus.

Once the arrangements were done, Wang Haoran arrived near Lu Chen’s villa.

He found a quiet place and settled in.

Now he waited for the show to begin.

But whether or not it started tonight, that was something no one could guarantee.