I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

With the identity barrier still in place, if Wang Haoran wanted to pursue Liu Yue in person, it would be a brutally difficult task. But fortunately, he wasn’t limited to just his student identity — he had another one, a secret identity: the “Peerless Stock God.”

After two consecutive miracle-level stock predictions, Liu Yue had already been awed into submission. She had even gone as far as publicly calling him “husband” online, just to get a chance to learn from him. And the best part? She still had no idea that the very man she admired and longed for — was him.

That meant he could completely exploit this masked identity to build a romance with her online. Let the bond deepen over time, let the feelings grow naturally, and once her Favorability reached a critical level, he could reveal himself in person. By then, she’d already be too deeply in love to care about something like a student-teacher relationship.

Yes. That’s the play.

Having straightened out his plan, Wang Haoran felt the mental load lift, replaced by a light, confident air. The afternoon classes wrapped up quickly, and as the students left in small clusters, he walked out with Liu Hua, Lü Ming, and Wei Zhihang, heading to grab dinner.

But just as they stepped outside the classroom, a girl came rushing up to Liu Hua. Without hesitation, Liu Hua pulled her in with a grin and started acting all lovey-dovey in front of everyone.

Lü Ming raised an eyebrow. “Damn, number two, that was fast. Already got yourself a girlfriend?”

Liu Hua grinned smugly. “What can I say? Gotta move quick in today’s market.”

Wei Zhihang looked curious. “She a freshman?”

“Second-year senior,” Liu Hua replied proudly. “Nice to meet you,” the girl — Wang Xiaolian — greeted everyone sweetly.

Wang Haoran gave her a glance.

She was decent-looking. Maybe an 8 out of 10 in the face department. You could call her a beauty. But… something about her felt off. The way she cast flirtatious glances at him while clinging to Liu Hua made her seem like a low-rent schemer — sugar-sweet on the surface, but rotten at the core.

With his high Charm stat, girls admiring him was nothing new. But sending flirty looks while hanging off another guy? That crossed a line.

“You’re not still talking to your ex, right?” Liu Hua suddenly asked, sounding a little stiff.

Wang Xiaolian instantly wrapped her arms around his and replied in a saccharine voice, “Of course not. We’ve already broken up. Why would I still be in touch with him?”

Wang Haoran narrowed his eyes and looked toward Liu Hua. “You snatched someone else’s girl?”

Liu Hua didn’t even flinch. “Stealing someone’s girlfriend is way more fun than chasing a single chick, don’t you think?”

Wang Haoran suddenly understood what was going on.

Liu Hua — a minor villainous Rich Second Gen — was probably doing this for the sole purpose of drawing aggro.

Wang Haoran turned to Wang Xiaolian. “What’s your ex-boyfriend’s name?”

She blinked, not understanding the sudden interest, but still answered, “Su Chen.”

Su Chen?

Just hearing that name gave off protagonist vibes.

“What does Su Chen do?” Wang Haoran pressed.

Before she could answer, Liu Hua cut in with a mocking snort. “Second-year student. Part-time delivery boy. A broke-ass loser. Boss, you’re not seriously worried he’ll come looking for trouble, are you?”

Hearing that, Wang Haoran was pretty much sure of it now.

Liu Hua’s smug face, the way he was mocking a student just trying to make ends meet — he’d seen this trope before. Clearly, the guy had never read a Delivery God-Tier Protagonist NovelFire. These kinds of guys always came back with a vengeance, usually by slapping their enemies in the face with absurd wealth.

Still, there was no need to rush things. Su Chen hadn’t crossed paths with him directly yet. Let the guy grow for now — he’d farm him for points later.

A few minutes later, the group exited the teaching building. Just then, Wang Haoran received a call from Zhen Li.

“Baby, I just got word that the truck delivering your Bugatti got into an accident. There was a crash on the road. The car’s damaged, so they’ll need at least two more months to get a new one delivered.”

Wang Haoran frowned. “I’ve already been waiting for nearly two months. Now I have to wait two more?”

Zhen Li tried to comfort him. “There’s nothing we can do. That’s how it is with Bugatti orders — every car takes ages to customize. But the company’s regional rep said they’ll compensate you with five million yuan for emotional damages. I’ll transfer that to you shortly.”

He sighed. “Forget it.”

Money wasn’t a concern anymore — not with sugar mommies like Tang Bingyun, Qiu Qianwei, and Cheng Rui in his circle.

The call ended after a bit more idle chatter. As they reached the school gates, they noticed a large crowd gathering. People were standing three rows deep, clearly gawking at something big.

Wang Haoran wasn’t the type to rubberneck, but as they passed by the crowd, he overheard the conversation.

“Who ordered that supercar? It’s insane. Must be worth at least a few million.”

“You bumpkin, open your eyes! That’s a Bugatti. You think a few million is enough?”

“My god… that’s the Bugatti Veyron!”

“Whose is it? Why hasn’t anyone come to claim it yet?”

“Just wait — we’re about to witness the face of a real god-tier tycoon!”

“Seriously, who the hell has this kind of flex? Even our big boss can’t compare.”

Wang Haoran’s group came to a halt. Liu Hua’s eyes widened. “That’s wild.”

Wang Haoran stayed quiet. Something didn’t feel right.

Wasn’t my Bugatti damaged in transit? How could another one suddenly show up right now?

“Let’s take a look,” he said.

“I’ll clear the way,” Liu Hua volunteered, elbowing his way through the crowd. His designer outfit made people think twice about pushing back.

Soon, they were at the center of the commotion.

A massive transport truck was parked at the gate, with a transparent glass trailer proudly displaying the sleek, jaw-dropping Bugatti Veyron. Two drivers stood beside it, along with a man in a sharp suit holding paperwork — clearly waiting for the recipient to show up.

Wang Haoran approached him and asked, “I also ordered a Bugatti that was supposed to arrive today. Can you check if this one’s mine?”

The man gave him a respectful nod. “May I have your name, sir?”

“Wang Haoran.”

After checking the documents, the man politely shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir. This vehicle is registered under someone else’s name.”

“Can you tell me who?”

“Apologies, sir. That’s confidential.”

Wang Haoran didn’t push the issue. He stepped aside and called Zhen Li.

“Mom, you should still have the engine number for the Bugatti you ordered, right?”

“Of course.”

He activated X-ray Vision and looked through the trailer, quickly locating the engine serial. He read it off to her, and she jotted it down to check against the order data.

A few minutes later, she called back.

“The number matches.”

Wang Haoran’s eyes turned cold. “Then the manufacturer lied. The car you ordered is sitting right in front of me, perfectly intact — but registered under someone else.”

Zhen Li immediately exploded. “Those bastards! I’m calling the factory right now. If they don’t give me a proper explanation, I’m suing them with ten legal teams!”

“I want an answer in five minutes,” Wang Haoran said coldly.

“Leave it to me.”

As he waited, he scanned the crowd, looking for a particular face — Su Chen.

He had planned to let Su Chen grow a bit before farming him. But if this protagonist thought he could snatch his Bugatti?

Absolutely not.

He gave himself five minutes. If he didn’t get an answer, he was prepared to use Advanced Poison Arts to knock Su Chen out cold and stop him from claiming the car.

And right then—

Su Chen showed up, grinning ear to ear as he parked his electric tricycle and jogged toward the crowd. But midway through, he spotted someone.

“Xu Muyan! Hey!”

Xu Muyan had only paused to see what the fuss was about. At the sound of her name, she turned—and blinked in confusion. It was the delivery guy from yesterday.

They weren’t even close, but out of basic politeness, she offered a faint smile.

“Where are you headed?” Su Chen asked.

“Nowhere.”

“Great! So you’re free. How about I take you for a spin?”

“I have stuff to do.”

“I’m driving a Bugatti,” he said proudly. “That one, right there.”

She looked at his delivery uniform, raising an eyebrow. “Stop joking.”

“Don’t believe me? Let’s make a bet. If I sign for that car, you go for a ride with me.”

Xu Muyan didn’t take it seriously — just smiled faintly.

Su Chen, mistaking her indifference for agreement, grinned. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a Bugatti.”

Then he tried to force his way into the crowd.

“I need to sign for the Bugatti!” he shouted.

Someone scoffed, “Aren’t you the delivery guy? This Bugatti’s yours? Dream on.”

“Dude, take a look at yourself.”

“Just trying to steal some spotlight. Don’t mind him.”

“Get lost, Su Chen!”

Su Chen smirked. “You’ll all be eating your words soon enough.”

He forced his way forward, drawing groans and curses from everyone around him.

Eventually, he reached the center of the crowd.

Wang Xiaolian’s face turned sour. “Su Chen, why are you here? We broke up. Stop stalking me.”

He sneered. “Gold digger. Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not here for you.”

“I don’t believe that. You just want to show off in front of me. Pathetic.”

She clung to Liu Hua, who smugly added, “You heard her, loser. Beat it.”

“I’m here to sign for the Bugatti,” Su Chen said flatly.

That sent Liu Hua and Wang Xiaolian into hysterics.

“You? A delivery boy? Driving a Bugatti? Hilarious!”

They weren’t the only ones laughing. But as Su Chen looked at Wang Haoran, a system notification flashed:

【Protagonist: Su Chen】

【Combat Power: 66】

【Charm: 53】

【Protagonist Halo: 1020】

【Skills (Golden Finger): Delivery God-Tier System (Note: Each 5-star delivery to a 90+ rating beauty earns a wealth-type super reward)】

Wang Haoran smirked.

As expected — Su Chen had a system. This Bugatti must’ve been a reward.

“Soon you’ll regret everything,” Su Chen said to Wang Xiaolian. “I already asked Xu Muyan to ride with me once I sign. You can just watch from the sidelines.”

“She’d never go with you!” Wang Xiaolian scoffed.

Just then, a gasp rippled through the crowd. “Xu Muyan’s here!”

Everyone turned. She had followed behind reluctantly, pressured by Wang Xiaolian.

Su Chen beamed. “Xu Muyan, remember our deal? You promised a ride in the Bugatti if I sign for it.”

Xu Muyan’s expression turned cold. Without warning, she slapped him across the face.

“I don’t know who the hell you are. Don’t make up stories. Even if you had a spaceship, I wouldn’t get in with you.”

Su Chen was stunned.

She had seemed sweet before… what changed?

Then she walked past him — straight to Wang Haoran.

“Don’t listen to a word that lunatic says. I only like you. I swear it.”

Wang Haoran smiled. “I believe you.”

Given her current Favorability of 80, he knew she wouldn’t betray him.

Her cheeks flushed. “Really?”

The crowd exploded.

Xu Muyan, the top campus beauty, was already taken?!

Liu Hua and the others stared at Wang Haoran like he was a god.

Wang Xiaolian sneered, “Su Chen, even she’s got taste. You don’t stand a chance. Get lost.”

Su Chen rubbed his cheek, burning with humiliation — but determined to win.

He marched up to the man in the suit. “I’m Su Chen.”

The man smiled politely. “Mr. Su, a pleasure!”

“Spare me the small talk. Let’s get on with it.”

“Yes, of course.” He handed Su Chen the pen and contract.

Su Chen turned dramatically. “Wang Xiaolian, you thought I was just some poor loser. But the truth is, I’m a hidden god-tier Rich Second Gen!”

Just then, the man’s phone rang. After a brief call, his expression changed.

“Stop! Don’t sign.”

Su Chen froze. “Why?”

“There’s been a mistake. This car isn’t yours.”

“What?!”

“You can verify with our headquarters using a deposit slip. If you don’t have one…”

Su Chen stood there, dumbfounded.

【Ding! The system failed to modify the world data. Your reward Bugatti will arrive in 2 months.】

Su Chen nearly exploded.

I was just about to flex!

Liu Hua burst out laughing. “Knew it! This clown really thought it was his car!”

Wang Xiaolian added, “Get off the stage, clown.”

The crowd laughed. Phones came out.

“Upload this. It’s going viral for sure!”

Even Su Chen’s thick skin couldn’t take it. He blushed furiously.

He turned. “If it’s not mine, then whose?”

The man walked over to Wang Haoran. “Mr. Wang, apologies. The car is yours.”

【 Ding! Host has successfully blocked Su Chen’s show-off moment. Gained 800 Villain Points. Su Chen’s Protagonist Halo -40. Host’s Villain Halo +40!】

Wang Haoran signed the papers, then got into the Bugatti and revved the engine.

The Bugatti Veyron’s roar shook the pavement.

Boys turned green with envy. Girls felt their hearts tremble.

He leaned out the window and called, “Xu Muyan. Let’s go for that ride.”

She hesitated, thrilled yet nervous. Her family was modest — nothing close to this level.

Maybe Qin Yunhan is more his match, she thought sadly.

They drove to a lake near Qingling Campus and sat together on a rock.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“Between me and Qin Yunhan… who do you like more?”

“You.”

“If she asked the same, you’d say her, right?”

He sighed. “Want the truth?”

She nodded.

“I like you both.”

She pouted. “You’re such a player.”

“I never promised to be faithful to one.”

He leaned closer. “You once confessed. Well, now I accept. You’re my girlfriend now.”

She smiled — then paused. “What about Qin Yunhan?”

“She already is.”

Her mouth dropped. “So I’m your side chick?!”

“You’ve seen Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, right? I’m like Duan Zhengchun. I love you both. I can’t choose.”

“Duan died because of his women. Would you die for us?”

“I would.”

“Then go die now!”

He grinned. “Okay.”

And jumped into the lake.

“Hey! I was joking! Get back up here!”

There was no response. She panicked and screamed for help.

An old man passing by helped drag him to shore. She performed CPR frantically.

Eventually, he “woke up,” coughing and blinking.

She burst into tears and hit him weakly. “You jerk!”

Then he kissed her.

When she finally calmed down, he asked, “Now will you say yes?”

She groaned. “Guess I have no choice.”

As they cuddled, Wang Haoran added, “Next time Su Chen delivers your packages, give him a bad review.”

She nodded sweetly.

He sent a group text to every girl with a friendly or better Favorability — Qin Yunhan, Mu Zhaozhao, Wen Jing, Qiu Qianwei, Ji Shuiyao — telling them all:

“If a delivery guy named Su Chen shows up — 1-star him. No exceptions.”