I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 409: A Miraculous Encounter

Yan Feipeng didn’t fully agree with Yuntian’s judgment. A frown tugged at his brow as he voiced his doubt.

“You saw it yourself at the hospital. That rich second gen didn’t even hesitate—he just grabbed Arao’s boobs with both hands, right in front of everyone. And the strangest part? She didn’t stop him. In fact, she went easy on him.”

“At the time, I assumed she let it slide out of consideration for Xuansu. But looking back now, it’s clear. Arao was blatantly favoring that rich brat.”

The more he said it aloud, the more unsettled he became.

Yuntian’s face remained calm, unshaken in his own conclusion.

“Father, think about it. If Mother truly wanted a child, a successor for Fengxi Sect, and she didn’t choose you—why? What would be her first concern in selecting someone else?”

Yan Feipeng didn’t hesitate. “If she’s doing it for the sect’s future, then it’s obviously all about cultivation talent.”

“Exactly.” Yuntian nodded. “And what does that rich second gen bring to the table? He’s got money and a decent face, that’s it. But Mother isn’t lacking wealth. And as for his looks… do you honestly believe someone of her stature would be swayed by a pretty face?”

Yan Feipeng found that hard to argue with. Still, he couldn’t shake the memory of Arao’s reaction.

“But just now,” he said slowly, “when she heard he was coming, she lit up. That wasn’t acting. She looked genuinely happy.”

“I think that was more about Xuansu,” Yuntian replied. “Mother sees her as a sister. They may not be blood-related, but their bond is just as close. If that guy is connected to Xuansu, then Mother treating him well makes sense.”

“But from what I’ve heard, he’s just a friend of hers,” Yan Feipeng said doubtfully. “Would that really be enough to make Arao act this way?”

“There’s something you don’t know,” Yuntian said, and this time, the bitterness in his voice couldn’t be hidden.

Yan Feipeng’s expression shifted. “What is it?”

Yuntian’s eyes darkened. “That rich second gen… he’s actually Xuansu’s husband.”

Yan Feipeng stiffened. “The number one hidden beauty in the martial arts world is married?”

Yuntian nodded grimly. “Xuansu told me herself. On the day of her wedding, their sect was suddenly attacked. In the chaos, she got injured and lost part of her memory—including everything about her husband. They only recently reunited. That’s when the memories came back.”

He paused, then added, “But it wasn’t just her. Her husband also lost his memory. A while ago, Xuansu was really upset about it. I noticed she was off and asked her about it. She didn’t hide anything.”

Yan Feipeng took it all in, stunned. “So Xuansu’s husband… is that rich second gen?”

“She never named him,” Yuntian said. “Only mentioned that he came from a wealthy mundane family. But I’m sure it’s him. Who else would she go so far to protect? Who else would make her risk turning her back on Fengxi Sect?”

Yan Feipeng nodded slowly, pieces falling into place. But one thing still nagged at him.

“But how would someone like that even get close to her? A mortal-born rich boy marrying a hidden sect’s heiress? That’s like a commoner wedding a princess.”

“I asked the same thing,” Yuntian replied. “And Xuansu told me.”

“Then what happened?” Yan Feipeng asked.

“Apparently,” Yuntian said through clenched teeth, “several years ago, that rich second gen went on a hike, got lost, and accidentally wandered into Xuansu’s sect territory. He ran into a vicious beast. Just as he was about to be torn apart, Xuansu happened to pass by, rescued him, and fell for him at first sight.”

Yuntian’s fists curled. The jealousy was practically dripping from his words.

“She went against her entire family, insisted on marrying him, and followed through with it.”

Yan Feipeng let out a long breath. Even as a man himself, he couldn’t help feeling a surge of envy.

“What a ridiculous twist of fate,” he muttered. “Things like that only happen in stories.”

Yuntian didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. His expression said it all.

Yan Feipeng thought for a moment, then returned to the earlier topic.

“So you’re saying Arao knows all of this. And because she treats Xuansu like family, she now treats Xuansu’s husband the same way.”

“That’s right.” Yuntian nodded, his tone sharp. “That bastard must’ve saved entire worlds in a past life to get a woman like Xuansu. There’s no way a woman of her rank would fall for him otherwise.”

After hearing that, Yan Feipeng’s suspicions about Arao having feelings for Wang Haoran completely vanished.

“I know you’ve clashed with him before,” Yan Feipeng said, trying to ease the tension, “but since even your mother has chosen to tolerate him, it’s best if you don’t provoke him. And by seniority… you should call him Uncle. Whether we like it or not, he’s family now.”

Yuntian let out a cold snort.

Get along with that bastard? Not in this lifetime.

That damned rich second gen had already stolen Feng Xuansu from him. Now, he was getting closer to Ning Aoxue and Feng Anna too. They were even living under the same roof.

How can he accept such a thing?

Yuntian still held hope that his hidden ailment might recover. That was why he never struck against Wang Haoran directly. He didn’t want to burn all bridges with Xuansu just yet.

But now… the truth had crushed that hope completely.

His condition couldn’t be cured.

Even if he managed to win Xuansu back, it would be meaningless.

His heart had turned cold.

Yuntian made up his mind that Wang Haoran had to die.

He wasn’t strong enough yet. His injuries hadn’t fully healed.

But it didn’t matter. With the Immortal Doctor Bian Suwen treating him, he would recover within a month. And once that day comes, it will be the end for that rich second gen.

Murderous intent surged in Yuntian’s eyes.

Yan Feipeng caught a glimpse of that darkness and was about to speak, but footsteps echoed from outside the room. He stopped himself and turned toward the door.

Moments later, Arao walked in with Xuansu and Wang Haoran beside her.

Yuntian’s eyes immediately locked onto Haoran, his face dark and unreadable.

“You’re recovering nicely,” Haoran said, his smile faint but cutting. “Looks like the color’s returned to your face.”

“Yuntian, are you feeling better?” Xuansu walked to the bedside and asked gently.

She didn’t like Yuntian—not since everything that happened with Haoran. But for now, she hadn’t burned the bridge completely. She was still his aunt in name, and since she was visiting, decorum demanded she at least greet the patient.

Yuntian wasn’t foolish. He understood perfectly that she was only here to be polite.

Still, he forced himself to reply.

“Thank you for your concern, Aunt Xuansu.”