I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 415: Mu Bai’s Grand Ambition

Mu Bai’s identity wasn’t clean, and to avoid attracting unnecessary trouble, he didn’t stay in the hospital. Instead, he returned to his luxurious villa to recuperate in private.

After treatment by his personal doctor, his condition had stabilized somewhat, but he still found it difficult to get out of bed.

“Brother Mu, I found out everything you asked me to look into.” A subordinate knocked on the door and stepped into the bedroom, reporting the results of his investigation.

“Speak.” Mu Bai’s voice was cold and low.

“I questioned every student who was at that dinner gathering. When Gu Yurou left the private room and you followed her out, that second-gen rich kid, Wang Haoran, also went after you. She didn’t come back for more than an hour. As for Wang Haoran, he never returned.”

The subordinate paused, then said, “The one who ambushed you… it was most likely him.”

Mu Bai narrowed his eyes, replaying the events of that night in his mind. It all lined up too well. There had been tension between him and Wang Haoran even during the banquet. That punk pulling a sneak attack from behind wasn’t out of character at all.

But one thing didn’t sit right with Mu Bai.

He was no weakling. His combat ability was the real deal, he could take down dozens of street thugs on his own. And yet, that night, he hadn’t even heard the slightest footstep before he was knocked out cold.

Could that pampered brat really be so capable? Is he able to walk without making a sound?

“You already looked into that guy before, didn’t you?” Mu Bai turned toward his subordinate. “Is he trained?”

“I asked his university classmates, got solid answers. That Wang Haoran is just a regular student with nothing going for him except his rich second-gen status. He basically lives a boring routine. Maybe plays some basketball once in a while, but he’s never trained in karate or taekwondo. He’s the type you can knock out with a single punch,” the subordinate answered confidently.

Mu Bai fell silent, his thoughts turning inward. If Wang Haoran wasn’t capable, then the only explanation was that he’d been distracted by Gu Yurou that night. His focus had been off, and he failed to notice anyone approaching. That’s how he ended up ambushed.

The more he thought about it, the more humiliation festered inside him.

He had such skills, and yet he’d been taken down by someone so insignificant?

“Send someone,” he growled. “I want him dead.”

“Yes, sir.” The subordinate was about to move when Mu Bai’s expression shifted.

“Wait.” His tone darkened with a sudden twist. “Don’t kill him yet. Bring him to me alive. I want to personally deal with him. Only then can I get this rage out of my chest.”

“Yes, Brother Mu.” The subordinate nodded, but hesitated at the doorway. “Is there anything else you need?”

“What’s the situation with the underworld scene in Qingling?” Mu Bai asked.

“Few months back, the top dog was a guy named Crow. But something happened, and the whole gang got wiped out in one sweep by the authorities. Now, there’s only one figure still active—a woman who goes by the name Black Peony. But word is, she’s gone clean and started a proper business.”

Mu Bai snorted. “Gone legit? That’s just a front.”

He knew this game inside out. Everyone put on a clean face for show, just so they could run dirty business under the radar.

“You’ve got a plan, Brother Mu?” the subordinate asked, noticing the gleam in his boss’s eyes.

“Take a few capable men and bring that woman here. I want to have a talk.”

Mu Bai’s power base was in the city next to Qingling, where he held absolute control. Things had long been stable under his command. He’d had plans to expand his territory for a while now. One reason he came to Qingling was to find Gu Yurou, but the other, more important reason, was to seize control of the underground forces here.

If that weren’t the case, he wouldn’t have sent people in advance to scope out the situation, nor would he have purchased this mansion ahead of time.

“Yes, Brother Mu!” The subordinate lit up with excitement and rushed off to carry out the order.

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Feng Xuansu had been quietly watching over Wang Haoran, and with her by his side, he felt at ease enough to doze off. After about an hour of rest, he slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and ready for the long night ahead.

“You’re awake. Feeling any better?” Feng Xuansu asked softly, reaching out to touch his cheek.

“Much better.” Wang Haoran no longer felt the need to pretend he was drunk.

“Drinking is bad for your health. You should cut back… no, you shouldn’t drink at all.” Her hand lingered on his face, her voice full of concern.

Feeling the warmth of her palm, a gentle stir rippled through him. He replied, “Alright, I won’t drink anymore.”

Feng Xuansu beamed at his answer and said without thinking, “That’s more like it, husband.”

“Huh?” Wang Haoran played dumb, acting surprised even though he understood what she meant.

Feng Xuansu paused, a flush rising to her cheeks, but she mustered her courage and said, “I’m not lying. You really are my husband, and I’m your wife. Do you really not remember anything at all?”

Wang Haoran shook his head. He genuinely had no memory of being with Feng Xuansu.

“Why don’t you tell me then? How did you and I meet? How did I become your husband?” he asked, curiosity piqued.

Without holding anything back, Feng Xuansu began to recount everything—from the moment they met, to how their relationship deepened, their vows to each other, and ultimately, their separation.

“We were parted on our wedding day?” Wang Haoran murmured, then followed up with a very pointed question. “So was it before the bridal chamber… or after?”

Feng Xuansu’s cheeks burned as she gave him a bashful glance, then replied in a voice that was soft yet charged with hidden meaning, “We had just finished the ceremony. We hadn’t made it to the bridal chamber yet.”

“I see…” Wang Haoran smiled in a way that held layers of implication.

“Even if the night wasn’t completed, we finished the formal rites. That makes us husband and wife in every sense! I’m your wife, and you’re my husband. That’s a fact no one can deny,” Feng Xuansu declared firmly.

“But… I really don’t remember.” Wang Haoran only asked out of curiosity. He did not intend to accept her claim outright.

After all, admitting it now might light a fire in the backyard. There was no rush.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

“There’s time. You’ll remember eventually,” Feng Xuansu said softly, no longer as insistent as before. She wanted to let things happen naturally.

“I feel much better now. Let’s get out of here,” Wang Haoran said, cutting off the topic.

“Alright, I’ll go let my sister know,” she replied.

“No, don’t. Let’s just leave,” Wang Haoran said quickly.

The truth was, he wanted to avoid Feng Rao. If she found out, he’d never make it out the door.

She practically drowned him in wine during lunch. He already guess what she had in mind.

He was certain that if he spent the night here, he’d be in for another round just like with Tang Bingyun and Luo Qingqian.

Besides, he already had plans. He was supposed to have dinner with Bian Suwen and Qiu Qianwei. It wouldn’t be right to stand them up.

So, staying here tonight? Out of the question.