Chapter 280: A Slap Sends Him Flying - I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

Ever since Wang Haoran showed up, all the sisters had started acting differently. Every single one of them leaned toward that guy now!

Unforgivable.

“If it were Wang Haoran who wanted to stay here, would you have agreed?” Lin Chen finally couldn’t hold back and blurted the question, his tone laced with frustration.

Bian Suwen, Ji Shuiyao, and Liu Yue all looked up, casting a glance at him one after the other.

Not a single one responded.

But that silence made it all the worse.

He said so much earlier, and no one bothered to listen. Yet the moment he mentioned Wang Haoran’s name, they all reacted. In their hearts, it was clear—Wang Haoran mattered far more than he did.

Damn it all!

【Ding! Host has caused protagonist Lin Chen’s mentality to destabilize. Villain Points +800, Lin Chen’s Protagonist Halo -40, Host’s Villain Halo +40!】

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Late at night.

Under the moonlight, a figure dressed in traditional ancient attire moved leisurely along a small forest path. Her steps were unhurried, like she was merely out for a nighttime stroll—but with every movement, her body would blink forward several meters ahead, like a phantom shifting through space.

It looked strange, even eerie, but not in a frightening way.

Because the woman was simply too beautiful. Her flawless figure, that delicate face—she looked like a classical beauty painted straight out of a poem.

Even if she were a ghost, she’d be the kind that could make one forget fear altogether.

After a few more steps, the woman stopped. A handful of fallen leaves scattered on the ground nearby slowly floated into her palm as she made a delicate flicking motion, almost like plucking petals from a flower.

Swish—swish—swish—

The leaves turned into deadly projectiles, shooting toward the shadows beside the trail. The sharp whistling sound they made as they cut through the air could make one’s eardrums ache.

“Qingqian, no need to be so harsh.” A voice responded lightly. A man stepped out from the darkness, waving a folding fan and flashing her a greasy smile.

The woman in ancient garb was none other than Luo Qingqian, second among the seven sisters and ranked second on the Hidden Dragon and Rising Phoenix Ranking.

“Jiang Gaoxuan. We’re not that close. Use my full name,” she said coldly, her eyes filled with disgust.

“Aw, Qingqian… that really hurts. We’ve known each other for years. How can you say we’re not close? You know how I feel about you.”

His tone was filled with mock sincerity, but Luo Qingqian’s eyes only narrowed further.

“If you keep acting so disgusting, don’t blame me if you don’t leave this place alive,” she said with a warning glare.

Jiang Gaoxuan smirked. “I’m ranked first on the Hidden Dragon and Rising Phoenix Ranking. You’re second.”

“That was three months ago,” Luo Qingqian shot back, coldly. At her fingertip, a stream of True Qi burst forth.

Jiang Gaoxuan flicked open his fan to counter.

Boom!

The two surging forces clashed in midair, just ahead of Luo Qingqian. The shockwave of their collision created a temporary vacuum bubble between them.

Seeing the result, Luo Qingqian’s pupils contracted slightly. Jiang Gaoxuan’s True Qi was indeed thicker than hers.

He hadn’t slacked off at all these past three months.

“Stop following me. I’m warning you—keep this up and you’ll get nothing out of it.” With a final glare, she vanished into the night, her body melting into the shadows like mist.

Jiang Gaoxuan didn’t chase. He already knew she’d be in Qingling for a while.

He wasn’t in a rush.

Lowering his eyes, he glanced at his traditional robe. This outfit was normal in secluded martial sects—but in a city like this, it definitely made him look out of place.

It was fine at night when no one could see him clearly, but once the sun rose, he’d draw too much attention.

He needed to change—something classy, something expensive. He also needed some money.

The problem was, he hadn’t brought any with him.

But that wasn’t an issue.

His figure flickered and disappeared from the path, reappearing moments later on a nearby road.

A sleek sports car roared toward him.

Jiang Gaoxuan stepped into its path, forcing it to a halt.

The driver-side window rolled down, revealing none other than Wang Haoran, who immediately sensed the raw True Qi emanating from this man. Judging by the flow, it was at around 65 years’ worth.

That made him the strongest opponent Wang Haoran had encountered so far.

“Nice car. I’ll take it. Also, get me fifty million,” Jiang Gaoxuan said casually, like he was doing the man a favor.

Wang Haoran couldn’t help but laugh.

Not long ago, when he was driving his Bugatti, Shao Wanwan had pulled a similar stunt. Back then, he let it slide—she was a female lead, after all.

But this guy? He wasn’t getting that luxury.

Wang Haoran didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped out of the car.

Jiang Gaoxuan assumed the guy had some sense and had come over to hand him the keys.

“Being able to serve me should be your greatest hon—”

SMACK.

A slap cracked through the night.

Jiang Gaoxuan’s face twisted grotesquely as the force sent his entire body flying in an arc before he landed head-first in a roadside garbage bin.

The stench of rot and mold rushed into his nostrils, making him want to retch.

But Jiang Gaoxuan didn’t move.

He was playing dead.

From the sheer power in that slap, he could tell—he wasn’t this guy’s match.

He wouldn’t even get a chance to run.

Feigning death was his only shot at survival.

Wang Haoran stood calmly beside the road, watching the trash bin.

No movement.

He didn’t think the guy was dead.

With 65 years of True Qi, there was no way one slap had killed him. He was either knocked out… or pretending.

Either way, Wang Haoran wasn’t planning to dig him out.

That trash bin stank—and he had zero interest in getting close to it.

VROOM.

The McLaren P1’s engine roared as it shot off into the night, leaving nothing behind but the scent of fuel and the silence of a man stewing in garbage.