I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 423: Son, Save Me!

Qingling Mountain Cemetery lies to the east of Qingling City. Built along the mountainside with its back to the forest and facing the water, it stretched from the base to the peak in graceful tiers.

The landscape was serene and lush, a place where the living paid respect to the dead beneath canopies of green and distant mist—a place chosen not just for its beauty, but for its perfect Feng Shui alignment.

Those buried here were all people of wealth and power.

It was early morning. A soft fog clung to the ground, not yet dispersed by the rising sun.

At the foot of the mountain, more than half of the parking spaces were already occupied, and not a single one of the parked cars was ordinary. The cheapest among them still carried a price tag of over a million yuan.

People had already begun their slow climb up the mountain path, carrying incense, offerings, and candles in hand.

The Wang family’s driver arrived in a Cullinan, bringing Wang Haoran and his parents to the foot of the mountain. As was their tradition, they left the car behind to climb the mountain on foot—a show of sincerity and respect to their ancestors.

As Wang Haoran stepped out, he went to the trunk to retrieve the ceremonial items.

“My precious son, let me carry that,” said Wang Xiang, bustling over, afraid his son might tire himself out.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Let your father take it. How can we let you do such menial work?” Zhen Li added lovingly.

Wang Haoran rolled his eyes and didn’t hand anything over. “Dad, just look at your belly. You’re already huffing and puffing, climbing this mountain without carrying anything. Let me do it.”

By now, he had fully settled into his identity. Calling Wang Xiang “Dad” no longer felt awkward.

Wang Xiang patted his rounded belly and chuckled, his face full of pride. “My baby boy’s all grown up. So filial.”

“He’s always been filial,” Zhen Li said, beaming.

The three of them chatted casually as they began walking up the mountain.

The Wang family’s ancestral grave had been relocated years ago, now resting at the summit. It was a long walk up, and the path was steep, with long stretches of stone steps that tested the stamina of even the healthy.

Many people only made it halfway before they were forced to stop and catch their breath.

Despite having an average body, Wang Haoran carried the offerings up without even breaking a sweat. His breathing was steady, and his pace didn’t slow down.

Wang Xiang and Zhen Li, having long neglected exercise, quickly found themselves gasping after only a few flights. Especially Wang Xiang, who was sweating profusely from the climb.

“My precious son, how are you not tired at all? You don’t even look winded,” Wang Xiang asked, baffled.

“That’s because I’m not made of flesh and blood. I’m built from steel,” Wang Haoran said half-jokingly.

While that was obviously an exaggeration, it wasn’t far from the truth. After all, without a strong body, how could he possibly handle so many Female Leads?

He sifted through his memories and roughly estimated the location of the Wang ancestral tomb. Judging by his parents’ speed, they’d be at it all morning.

As someone who respected efficiency, wasting time like this was unacceptable.

“Dad, Mom, just rest here. I’ll take the stuff up first. Once I’m done, I’ll come back and carry you both up one at a time,” he said with a grin, then turned and ascended the steps with brisk, powerful strides.

Not long after Wang Haoran left, another group appeared along the mountain path.

Seven women, each breathtakingly beautiful, walking in unison. They immediately drew attention. Any one of them would have been a rare sight on her own. Together, they were an extraordinary spectacle.

Wang Xiang, resting by the roadside, couldn’t help but glance over. But the moment his eyes wandered, a sharp pain shot through his waist.

He turned his head and saw Zhen Li glaring at him.

Awkwardly, he forced a smile and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

Zhen Li huffed and looked in the direction her husband had just been ogling. When her eyes landed on those seven stunning silhouettes drawing closer, her mood instantly soured.

She despised women who were more beautiful than her, and now there were seven of them.

Jealousy flared in her heart. When the group passed close by, Zhen Li sipped from her water bottle but didn’t swallow. Instead, she suddenly leaned forward and spat a mouthful of water at the slender legs passing right in front of her.

Unfortunately for her, the legs’ owner moved like lightning and dodged with ease.

The woman who stopped in her tracks was none other than Tantai Yaoyue. Her gaze turned icy as she looked down at Zhen Li, displeasure clearly visible in her eyes.

She was already in a foul mood after hearing of Lin Chen’s sudden death. Now someone had dared to spit water at her while she was simply walking by.

Had it been another day, she might have ignored such petty provocation. But today, this woman had picked the worst possible time.

“Apologize,” Tantai Yaoyue said coldly.

“What? Why should I? I spat my own water. Who told you to strut your legs in front of me? Why should I apologize?” Zhen Li sneered.

“My patience is limited,” Tantai Yaoyue said, her voice even colder than before.

“Oh, you think just because you’ve got numbers you can bully me? Do you even know who I am? You’d better get lost before I get angry. Otherwise, you’ll regret it,” Zhen Li snapped back, standing up with a glare.

“You’ve got five seconds to reconsider,” Tantai Yaoyue replied, expressionless.

“You little brats talk big these days. Even if my wife spat on you, so what?” Wang Xiang snorted and stood up. “You’d better leave now. If you don’t, just wait till my son comes back. I’ll have him strip every last one of you. Looking like that, I’m sure he’ll be interested!”

Originally, only Tantai Yaoyue was angry. But after hearing such disgusting words, the other six—Luo Qingqian, Bian Suwen, Bu Feiyan, Liu Yue, Ji Shuyao, and Qiu Qianwei—all showed their fury.

These two clearly weren’t good people, and their son, without question, had to be even worse.

But with their Eldest Sister here, none of them moved. There was no need. Tantai Yaoyue would take care of it.

“Your five seconds are up,” she said coldly, eyes fixed on Wang Xiang. “Good luck.”

She can feel that this man wasn’t bluffing. He really meant what he said, and that made it even more disgusting.

“You trying to get yourself killed? You dare talk to me like that? Do you know who I am in Qingling?” Wang Xiang’s voice rose, full of indignation.

He was the head of a group worth tens of billions. He wasn’t used to being talked down to.

But the moment the words left his mouth, he suddenly clutched his chest. His heart began racing wildly, and a sharp pain stabbed through his chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

His face twisted in agony, and he dropped to the ground.

“Honey! What’s wrong?” Zhen Li cried out, rushing to support him. Then she turned toward Tantai Yaoyue and screamed, “What did you do to my husband?!”

She had a gut feeling that this sudden attack had something to do with the woman standing in front of her.

But the moment she met Tantai Yaoyue’s gaze, her own heart skipped a beat. The pain came fast and sharp, and she, too, felt something twist deep inside her chest.

Gasping in panic, Zhen Li fumbled for her phone and called the only person she could think of.

“Baby… son… help… save us…” she groaned, unable to bear the pain. She switched the call to speaker and dropped the phone onto the ground, clutching her chest with trembling hands.

“Hello? Mom? What’s going on?!” Wang Haoran’s anxious voice rang out from the phone.

The moment the six women heard that voice—aside from Tantai Yaoyue—they all froze in stunned disbelief.