Chapter 319: Recognizing Her Husband - I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

The moment Feng Xuansu collapsed, it was clear something had been triggered—some deep, excruciating memory surged back from the depths of her soul. And judging by her anguished cries, those memories revolved entirely around… her husband.

Wang Haoran didn’t need to guess. The moment he saw her trembling body and those tear-filled eyes fixed on him like a lifeline, he instantly understood what was happening.

Exactly twenty-four hours had passed since he activated the Social Relationship Bond Setting Card. The timing lined up perfectly. This was no coincidence. The bond had taken effect—and the “Lost Husband and Wife” connection was now fully awakened.

“What… what’s happening to her?” Luo Qingqian stared at Feng Xuansu’s prone figure in confusion, then turned to Wang Haoran, searching his face for some explanation.

Wang Haoran gave a helpless shrug, chuckling lightly as he played dumb. “How would I know?”

If Luo Qingqian weren’t here, he might’ve embraced the moment—maybe swept Feng Xuansu into his arms and enacted some dramatic reunion of fated lovers. But with her standing at his side, he wasn’t about to stir that hornet’s nest.

Luo Qingqian was tolerant of the other girls, sure—but when it came to Feng Xuansu, it was another story. This woman had just leapfrogged every other female lead and, through the bond, became his wife. There was no telling how Luo Qingqian might react to that.

Wang Haoran had no intention of poking that beehive tonight.

“…Husband… husband…” Feng Xuansu lay curled on the ground, her soft voice soaked in sorrow as she reached a trembling hand toward him.

Her fingers fell short and crumpled to the dirt as she blacked out completely.

【Ding! “Lost Husband and Wife” relationship bond successfully activated. Female lead Feng Xuansu’s Favorability has increased to 90 (Unswerving Devotion).】

【Ding! Host has drastically altered the plot trajectory. Gained 4,000 Villain Points. Yan Yuntian’s Protagonist Halo -200. Host’s Villain Halo +200.】

Luo Qingqian stood frozen, still struggling to make sense of what she’d seen. The words “husband” and “Xuansu” didn’t connect in her mind.

After all, everyone in the Hidden World knew Feng Xuansu had never married. And even if she had secretly wed someone… how could it be this ordinary man?

Soon, Bian Suwen and the others arrived, and the grief truly began. Upon seeing Lin Chen’s lifeless body, tears flowed freely. Bian Suwen swiftly examined the corpse and came to a chilling conclusion—Lin Chen was killed by a single palm strike that shattered his internal organs beyond repair.

Such precision and devastation could only be achieved by someone with decades of refined Internal Energy.

“The killer’s cultivation is at least at the fifty-year mark,” Bian Suwen concluded solemnly.

Wang Haoran nodded silently from the side, impressed. As expected of her, the Divine Doctor, her deduction was spot-on.

But the killer’s identity remained a mystery, and Wang Haoran wasn’t about to reveal anything prematurely. Instead, he subtly nudged their thoughts in a particular direction.

“Recently, some powerful Hidden World figures have been seen around Qingling,” he said casually.

Luo Qingqian’s eyes narrowed, thoughtful.

Wang Haoran then suggested they notify the authorities to officially record the death. Even if this was a matter between cultivators, it still happened in the mundane world—due process had to be followed.

After the formalities were done, it was already late into the night. Luo Qingqian and the others prepared to return to the villa. But before leaving, she hesitated, then looked down at Feng Xuansu’s unconscious form. After a pause, she decided to bring her along.

She didn’t have any deep grudge against Feng Xuansu—and leaving her here, vulnerable in the dead of night, would be heartless. If some scoundrel came along…

They brought her to Liu Yue’s villa and laid her gently in a bedroom. Bian Suwen examined her thoroughly and found no physical issues. After hearing Luo Qingqian describe the events leading up to the fainting, she concluded that Feng Xuansu must’ve recalled a traumatic memory—nothing life-threatening.

As if on cue, Feng Xuansu stirred with a soft moan, slowly regaining consciousness. Her lashes fluttered as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Her body tensed instantly, ready to defend herself.

“Relax. If we wanted to harm you, you wouldn’t have woken up,” Luo Qingqian said coldly from the corner.

Feng Xuansu’s eyes flicked toward her, reading the room. She finally let her guard down, her gaze sweeping across the faces until it landed—inevitably—on Wang Haoran.

Though outwardly calm, her voice was gentle and tentative. “Can we talk? Just the two of us.”

She had said similar words before. But back then, her tone had been cold and commanding. Now, it was soft, almost pleading.

“What is there to talk about? Just say it here,” Luo Qingqian snapped.

“Yeah, whatever you’ve got to say, say it now,” Qiu Qianwei echoed, stepping forward and linking her arm with Wang Haoran’s as if to stake her claim. Her eyes were locked warily on Feng Xuansu, as if she might steal him away at any moment.

Feng Xuansu blinked, startled. “You… what’s your relationship with him?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” Qiu Qianwei declared without hesitation. All the other girls already knew, so there was no reason to hide it—not from a stunner like Feng Xuansu.

She was too beautiful. A dreamlike presence, like a celestial fairy descended from myth.

Wang Haoran groaned inwardly.

Great. Now what?

Feng Xuansu’s face paled further, the shock painting sorrow across her features. But she steadied herself with a deep breath and turned to Wang Haoran again.

“I just have a few questions. I mean no harm. Just… give me a few minutes, please?”

Wang Haoran nodded. “Alright.”

The other girls exchanged glances and reluctantly stepped out, leaving the two of them alone behind the closed door.

Feng Xuansu stared at him quietly for a moment, then spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “You… don’t recognize me, do you?”

Of course, I recognize you. You’re my wife. I’m your husband. I’ve searched for you for so long…

Wang Haoran is what he wanted to say. He wanted to hold her close, let the reunion bloom into something beautiful—and maybe feel just how soft the arms of the Hidden World’s number one beauty really were.

But.

The girls were listening through the door.

With a sigh, he put on his best innocent face and asked, “Have we met before?”

“You really don’t remember?” Feng Xuansu’s lips trembled. Her brow furrowed in heartache.

Her expression could break even the coldest heart.

“I’m sorry. I truly don’t know you. We’ve never met.” Wang Haoran’s voice was steady, almost solemn.

And it was the truth.

He had never met her before, and no memories of her as the system’s bond only gave her those memories. The connection lived only in her heart.

“No… You have to know me. Please… think. Just try to remember…” Her voice cracked, childlike in its desperation. She looked like a lost girl stranded in a cruel world, trying to piece together a life she once had.

Hearing her plea, Wang Haoran closed his eyes with a pained look and pressed his fingers to his temple.

In the next breath, his face contorted, and he let out a low groan of pain, mimicking Feng Xuansu’s earlier episode exactly.

From outside the door, the sisters held their breath.

Inside, the play was just beginning.

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