I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 410: Let’s Liven Things Up Together

After the formal greeting, Xuansu didn’t say anything more to Yuntian.

“Let’s go sit in the living room,” Feng Rao said with a spring-like smile as she gestured toward Xuansu and Wang Haoran, then took the lead and walked ahead.

Yuntian’s eyes followed her figure, his heart growing increasingly sour.

His own mother didn’t even say a single polite word to him. Not even a glance. Her attention was elsewhere the entire time. Or to be more precise, on Wang Haoran.

Still, Yuntian didn’t think too deeply about it. He just assumed that she was simply curious and giving Haoran a once-over, nothing more.

While he mulled over the situation, Fen Rao had already led Xuansu and Wang Haoran out of the room.

Out of courtesy, Yan Feipeng followed them to the living room as well, leaving the bedroom quiet once more.

As lunchtime approached, Yan Feipeng returned, bringing along several house servants.

They even brought in a lounge chair.

“Lift carefully. Watch it, don’t jostle him,” Yan Feipeng instructed, gesturing for the servants to move Yuntian onto the chair.

“Father, what’s going on?” Yuntian asked, puzzled.

“It’s the family reunion meal,” Yan Feipeng explained. “Feng Rao said it wouldn’t be complete without you. She specifically asked me to bring you to the dining room so you can join in the fun.”

“Mother said that?” Yuntian raised an eyebrow.

“Well… not exactly. It was that rich second-gen who suggested it. Feng Rao thought it made sense and agreed right away,” Yan Feipeng admitted.

Yuntian’s expression darkened. Something about this felt off.

But before he could dwell on it, the servants had already moved to lift him.

“Stop. I’m not going,” Yuntian barked, halting them with a stern tone.

His injuries were much better now. The fractures had stabilized, and as long as he moves carefully, he wouldn’t make things worse. But he had no interest in being dragged around like this.

“Yuntian, just go,” Yan Feipeng tried to persuade him. “That rich kid might be trying to make peace with you. Maybe he’s using this as a chance to ease the tension.”

“I’m not going,” Yuntian said firmly.

“That’s not an option,” Yan Feipeng sighed. “Arao said if I don’t get you over there, she’ll throw me out of the house. So… yeah. Gentle, now. Pick him up.”

With his body still recovering, Yuntian couldn’t put up any real resistance.

Soon enough, the servants carefully moved him into the lounge chair and began carrying him away.

Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the estate, Wang Haoran was on his phone, trying to reach Bian Suwen.

He called multiple times—no answer.

The whole reason he was going through the trouble of getting Yuntian to the dining room was to expose Yun Churan’s “secret” during the meal.

But who would do the exposing? That was the issue.

At first, Wang Haoran considered doing it himself. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized it wouldn’t be convincing. And if he said the wrong thing, it could easily tip Yun Churan off.

He wasn’t a doctor in anyone’s eyes. If he suddenly claimed Yun Churan was pregnant just because she gagged once, no one would buy it.

No—Bian Suwen was the perfect person to reveal the truth.

That’s why he was trying to reach her.

But after repeated failed attempts, he gave up and called Qiu Qianwei instead.

“Sweetheart, what’s up? You calling to take me out to eat?” Qianwei answered cheerfully, glancing at the time and thinking it was nearly lunchtime.

“Not quite. I’m at someone else’s house. Just missed you and wanted to hear your voice,” Wang Haoran said.

“Aww, I miss you too.” She giggled.

“How’s your third sister?” he asked, getting to the point.

“She was out all night and only got back this morning. She’s in her room resting,” Qianwei replied. She had the day off and was lounging at home.

“She’s still asleep? It’s almost lunch,” Haoran said with feigned surprise.

“You sound like you already knew she was resting,” Qianwei replied, picking up on his odd tone.

Of course, I know, Wang Haoran thought. I was the one who wore her out.

But he wasn’t about to say that.

“She didn’t go see you last night, did she?” Qianwei asked, narrowing her eyes.

“No, not at all,” Haoran lied smoothly.

“Hmph, I’m gonna go check. I knew something was up!” Qianwei declared.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Haoran said with a dramatic sigh, his voice full of guilt—and maybe even a little chest-thumping for effect.

“Don’t be like that. I’m not blaming you,” Qianwei quickly softened. “I know what’s going on between you and my third sister. We’ve talked about it. I’m mentally prepared, really. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

Haoran paused for a second, then asked hesitantly, “Really? You’re not lying to me?”

When he faked unconsciousness before, he overheard Bian Suwen and Qiu Qianwei discussing the matter. So her understanding didn’t surprise him. Still, he kept up the act.

“Nope. I meant it,” Qianwei confirmed.

“Qianwei… you’re amazing. Having a girlfriend like you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me,” Haoran said with heartfelt emotion.

“Took you long enough to realize,” she teased. “So? How are you going to show your appreciation?”

“Dinner, the day after tomorrow. My treat,” he offered.

“No way. Tonight,” she bargained.

“Let’s do it the day after tomorrow,” he insisted.

“You’re already having dinner with my third sister tonight, aren’t you?” Qianwei asked.

“You can guess that?” Haoran was stunned.

“I was just joking, but it looks like I nailed it,” she laughed. Then she added, “Well then, I’m coming too. Free food!”

“Wait, are you serious?” Haoran blinked in disbelief.

“Never mind. I shouldn’t let you push yourself too hard—uh, I mean, spend too much. Go ahead and take her out tonight. I’ll back off,” Qianwei said, switching to a more caring tone.

“Come on, money’s not an issue. Join us. The more the merrier,” Haoran said quickly, clearly excited at the idea.

“Alright then,” she agreed, but then remembered something. “By the way, what did you want with my third sister in the first place? Want me to wake her up?”

“No, let her rest. But if she wakes up, tell her to give me a call,” Haoran said.

“Got it,” Qianwei responded quickly.

“That’s it for now. I’ll call you later.”

Haoran heard footsteps approaching and promptly ended the call.