I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 394: Lost Too Much

Chapter 394: Lost Too Much

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In the grand hall of the villa, Lu Chen casually opened a bottle of champagne.

Amber bubbles foamed in the glass as he poured himself half a flute. He lifted the slender stem and swirled it gently, savoring the aroma before taking a small sip.

The chill of the champagne slid smoothly down his throat, refreshing and light, and his mood grew even brighter.

“This damn rich second gen… really thought that kind of drug exists?” Lu Chen chuckled to himself, the corners of his mouth tugged into a satisfied grin. “He actually believed the nonsense on that slip of paper and even stole the powder. Perfect. Now watch him go die.”

He leaned back into the plush sofa and let the music surround him, laughter slipping from his lips.

When he first came up with this plan—to borrow another’s hand to kill—he did worry that Wang Haoran might not fall for it. After all, the annotations on that paper were far too mystical.

But when he saw Wang Haoran find the slip and naively believe it, even going so far as to steal the medicine and lie to his sister about cramming for exams, Lu Chen immediately saw through the flimsy excuse.

That brat was obviously using the powder to do something shady. And if everything went right, he should’ve already made his move by now. It was nearly eleven at night.

The deed was probably done, and the bastard might already be dead.

The champagne ran dry without Lu Chen noticing, and after draining the last drop, he burped contentedly. Though the hour grew late, he remained wide awake, nerves buzzing with excitement.

Restless, he decided to grind herbs and concoct a few medicinal pills. His name, after all, was already known in certain elite circles. Wealthy clients who valued his medical prowess constantly sought him out for treatment and formulas.

One such client was a powerful boss whose age caught up with his desires—he had commissioned Lu Chen to refine something to rekindle the vigor of youth. After confirming the man’s condition, Lu Chen agreed without hesitation. The deposit alone was a cool million.

With money in his pocket, he naturally had to put in the effort.

He busied himself at the alchemy station, grinding roots and measuring powders, focused on his task.

Time slipped by unnoticed.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow—a delicate, feminine silhouette quietly entering the room.

Lu Yan wasn’t supposed to come tonight. So who could it be?

Startled, Lu Chen turned his head sharply. Standing there was a woman—beautiful, cold, silent. Her gaze carried no warmth, only ice. Her face was shrouded in an expressionless calm, but her eyes glinted with murder.

He stiffened as he recognized her. This was the woman Wang Haoran tried and failed to seduce.

“Wait, wait, listen—grievances have a source, debts have a master! Don’t take it out on the wrong person!”

His mind raced. Could it be that Wang Haoran, before dying, dragged him down as well? After all, the drug came from him.

If Wang Haoran died using it, and the woman came looking for revenge, then maybe… maybe she wanted to vent her wrath on him too.

Yun Churan said nothing and just stared at Lu Chen.

She wasn’t completely sure. The face in front of her looked familiar, but something about it didn’t match the man who attacked her.

Still, the nervous panic on Lu Chen’s face started to tip the scales. He looked guilty. That kind of fear wasn’t something one could fake.

The woman’s suspicion vanished. She assumed she had just failed to remember clearly in the fog of that night. And the scent of ground herbs floating through the room made her even more certain.

That powder—whatever it was—came from here. Her attacker and this man had to be the same.

She raised her hand slowly and pulled out a silver needle from somewhere on her body. It gleamed faintly under the chandelier. She balanced it between two fingers, poised to strike.

Lu Chen staggered back, face pale. He’d once seen Yun Churan unleash deadly force with nothing but a maple leaf. That needle in her hand would be no less lethal.

“You bastard,” Yun Churan’s voice was low, venomous. “You dared to disgrace me. Go to hell.”

“You think it was me?” Lu Chen’s voice cracked with fear. “You’ve got the wrong guy. I—I might have helped accidentally, but I never laid a hand on you!”

“Helped?” Her hand paused in midair, expression flickering.

He said something like that earlier, too—Don’t take it out on the wrong person!—but she thought it was just nonsense. Yet now he was still repeating it. Still trying to explain.

Her mind hesitated, but her rage didn’t.

Lu Chen, in desperation, shouted, “I didn’t do anything to you! I have proof—look!”

He reached to his waist and yanked something down with trembling hands, trying to reveal something.

His words cut off abruptly.

His body went stiff, then crumpled to the ground with his eyes wide open.

A thin needle buried itself deep into his brow.

【Ding. Host successfully manipulated events leading to Protagonist Lu Chen’s death. Gained 5000 Villain Points.】

Yun Churan stood frozen.

There was no joy. No catharsis. Only confusion.

Because what Lu Chen revealed was damning in another way.

He was a eunuch.

She stared in silence. A storm of emotion stirred inside her. She realized she had killed the wrong person.

But there was no regret.

Lu Chen himself admitted he was a participant. An accomplice. That was enough.

He deserved to die, too.

Still, now that he was dead, she could no longer uncover the truth. The real mastermind was still hidden. And now, her only lead had vanished.

Expression clouded with misery, she quickly wiped away any trace of her presence. Once the scene was clean, she slipped into the night like a shadow.

“How’s it feel to be stabbed with your own borrowed knife?”

Wang Haoran stood quietly nearby.

He had watched everything from the darkness outside, every word and every action. He wanted to go up to Lu Chen’s corpse and ask the question directly. But that man would never answer again. So there was no point.

Just like that, the immortal doctor protagonist Lu Chen was gone.

Wang Haoran couldn’t help but sigh. There was a certain melancholy to it, even a bit of dissatisfaction.

Lu Chen died, and in return, he only earned five thousand Villain Points.

If he counted all the resources he spent scheming against Lu Chen, he was actually at a loss. Just dealing with the soul fragment inside Lu Chen’s jade pendant forced him to spend tens of thousands of points to exchange for a Mid-Grade Soul Attack Immunity Halo. Then there was the matter with Lu Yan. He burned another sixty thousand points using that card.

Adding it all up, he definitely lost out on the deal.

Still, there was one thing worth smiling over.

The seed he planted in Yun Churan—that drug—would soon take effect. It would trigger signs of pregnancy, such as nausea, and symptoms so real they could fool any physician.

If Yan Yuntian discovered it, the drama that follows might bring in a flood of points.

And that wasn’t all.

Feng Rao’s unresolved problem was another powder keg waiting to explode.

If both issues erupted at once, what would Yan Yuntian do?

That was a scene Wang Haoran looked forward to watching.

But timing was everything.

The medicine needed a bit more time to activate, and right now, Yan Yuntian was still injured and emotionally raw. If he got hit with another blow too soon, his mind might simply break.

And a broken man couldn’t generate Villain Points.

Better to give him time to recover. Let him rebuild that proud heart.

Only then, when the hammer falls, would the fallout be big enough to make it worth it.