I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 1: A Villain’s Entrance

Chapter 1 — A Villain’s Entrance

At the gates of Qingling No. 1 High School, a jet-black Rolls-Royce Cullinan slid to a dignified halt. The chauffeur, crisp in suit and gloves, stepped down and pulled the rear door open with the kind of reverence usually reserved for royalty.

Out stepped a young man.

He was tall—easily a head above most of his peers—and handsome in a sharp, almost cinematic way. His posture was straight, his black hair was meticulously styled, and the faint light in his eyes carried an air of distant superiority.

Several girls on their way to morning classes froze mid-step, their conversations derailed as they stole glances—some shy, some openly bold. A few even tried to drift closer, like moths drawn to a flame.

But the young man’s expression was cold, the curve of his lips pulled downward in faint irritation. That aloofness, combined with his looks, made him seem like a snow-covered peak—beautiful from afar, but impossible to approach.

His name was Wang Haoran.

And at this very moment, his mood was anything but good.

To be fair, if anyone else found themselves in his situation, they wouldn’t be smiling either.

Because Wang Haoran… was a transmigrator.

In his past life, he had been an orphan scraping by in the metropolis, nearly thirty years old with nothing to his name—not wealth, not career, not even a girlfriend. He was, in every conventional sense, a failure. Life had beaten him with every stick it could find.

And then… the heavens played a joke.

He woke up in the body of a rich second generation—handsome, intelligent, with a Cullinan for daily commute and more pocket money than he could ever spend. The kind of life that, just days ago, would have been the stuff of his wildest dreams.

At first, he did feel like he was living a dream. For several days, he floated in bliss, even chuckling in his sleep. But soon, reality struck.

The bottom-ranked student in his class—a hopeless case until recently—had suddenly improved at a miraculous pace. On top of that, the boy had begun chatting casually with the school belle, a girl whose beauty and elegance made her the untouchable goddess of Qingling No. 1.

In everyone’s eyes, Wang Haoran and the school belle were a perfect match. Not that she had ever said so herself… but it was the kind of unspoken “common knowledge” people took for granted.

Yesterday, after watching that “bottom-feeder” grow a little too familiar with the school belle, Wang Haoran decided to restore the natural order. He and three of his lackeys cornered the boy, fully intending to give him a painful reminder of his place.

Three against one. On paper, an easy win.

The reality? His three lackeys got beaten into the pavement.

As someone who had devoured countless NovelFires in his past life, Wang Haoran immediately recognized the scent of trouble.

Wasn’t this the start of a typical urban novel? The lowly protagonist rising from the ashes, attracting the school belle’s favor while trampling arrogant young masters underfoot?

And in such stories, wasn’t he, with his rich background and polished appearance, exactly the kind of “villainous young master” meant to be publicly humiliated over and over until his life was ruined by chapter 100?

He laughed it off at first, telling himself he was imagining things.

Until the System appeared.

[Supervillain System Activated.]

A few simple explanations later, and the truth was as bitter as it was undeniable: he had transmigrated into the villain of a novel’s world. His fate? To serve as the protagonist’s stepping stone—losing his wealth, his reputation, his girl, and finally his family’s entire fortune before being discarded by the plot.

“Of all the rotten luck… transmigrating as a villain with a death countdown,” Wang Haoran cursed silently. “Can’t even make it to the triple-digit chapters before I’m sent off to meet my ancestors.”

Still, just because fate had handed him a losing script didn’t mean he planned to read his lines obediently.

It was early in the novel’s timeline; the protagonist was still weak. And Wang Haoran? He had every resource the script could offer—money, status, looks, connections. If he played this smart, perhaps the villain could turn the story upside down.

A voice broke his thoughts.

“Boss.”

A boy in a cap shuffled up from behind. Even with the brim pulled low, the purpling bruises on his face were obvious.

This was Fan Jian—one of his three loyal but questionably competent lackeys. The other two were Fan Tong and Qin Shousheng. And yes, their names sounded like bad jokes: “cheap,” “good-for-nothing,” and “beast.” The author clearly had a mean streak.

Fan Jian’s gaze wavered under Wang Haoran’s stare. “Boss, if you want to hit or scold me, I’ll take it. We embarrassed you yesterday.”

“Where are the other two?” Wang Haoran asked instead.

“Ran a bit slower than me,” Fan Jian admitted with a sheepish grin. “Their faces… let’s just say, half the swelling might go down in a few days.”

Wang Haoran resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “If you keep grinning like that, I’ll add a matching bruise myself.”

The grin vanished instantly. “Boss, I’ll get him back for you! I’ll call ten more guys this time—”

“Useless.”

“…Twenty?”

“Still useless.”

“Thirty?”

“You might as well call your mother!”

Fan Jian’s expression turned tragic. “Boss, she’s frail. She can’t fight.”

Wang Haoran inhaled deeply. What kind of brain-damaged lackeys did this author dump on me?

“Listen carefully. Don’t touch him again unless I say so.”

“But Boss, he’s chasing after our school belle—”

“Tell me,” Wang Haoran interrupted, “who’s more handsome, me or him?”

“You, Boss. Obviously.”

“Whose family’s richer?”

“Yours. By several lifetimes.”

“Whose grades are better?”

“You’re top ten in the school. He’s dead last.”

“Then why,” Wang Haoran said, voice smooth as steel, “should I be afraid of him?”

Fan Jian blinked, then nodded rapidly. “Right, Boss! That kid’s not even worth comparing to you.”

A familiar chime rang in Wang Haoran’s head.

[Ding! You have guided a lackey to act in accordance with your will, slightly altering the plot. Villain Points +100.]