Villain: My Revenge Begins with Eating his Mother

The sunlight crept into the sky as I stepped out of the suffocating club, the faint coolness of the early morning brushing against my face.

My heels clicked softly on the pavement.

Xia Ren trailed close behind, sniffling and fidgeting, her guilt like a physical weight pressing on both of us.

"Xuqin, I'm really sorry," she spoke for what had to be the hundredth time. Her voice cracked.

"I didn't think it would turn out like this. I just thought it would be fun—let some jerk waste his money. I didn't know... he was broken and was fooling me that he was rich."

"Stop," I cut her off.

"You didn't force Lin Haoran to act like a cheap idiot. He did that all on his own."

My words came out harsher than I intended, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was drained.

She sniffled.

"I just thought it'd be fun. Let some jerk waste his money. I didn't know—"

"Yeah, well, you didn't know a lot of things tonight, did you?"

I said, walking faster. The truth was, Xia Ren didn't need to apologize, but I was too annoyed to console her properly.

She was the one who had promised Haoran that I would attend this cheap party like I was some kind of prize.

But she wasn't the one who left me to cover a ninety-thousand-yuan tab either.

It was that guy Haoran's fault.

Typical.

Guys like Haoran, with their fake watches and rented sports cars, thought they could impress me with cheap showmanship.

They weren't new to me. I'd seen them since I was fourteen.

Ever since my body started changing, men seemed to think I owed them something for existing.

Their eyes always lingered too long, like invisible hands tracing where they shouldn't.

I hated the way they stared, the way they took something from me without even asking. The men inside the club were no different, their eyes roaming like I was some object on a shelf. Lin Haoran was just the loudest of them, but I'd felt it from everyone.

Maybe it was my fault for having these monster breasts—damn, even my back hurts...

Sometimes, I thought I should just wear a sign:

'Congratulations, you've noticed that I have big boobs. Now look somewhere else.'

But of course, they never did. Men never just stopped.

I reached my Lamborghini and pressed the unlock button, its sharp yellow body gleaming under the dull morning light.

It was loud and unapologetic—exactly how I liked it. Xia Ren slipped into the passenger seat, wiping at her eyes.

"You're mad at me," she said softly. Her voice cracked, and I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"Oh gosh, it's over now, Xia Ren. Don't start again. If you apologize one more time, I'm going to kick you out of the car," I said, sinking into the driver's seat. "Next time, just don't get me involved."

She nodded, but her sniffles continued. I didn't know what more to say, so I let the roar of the engine drown out everything else.

"I swear. I won't." She paused, looking out the window. "I just—I didn't think it would go this far. I thought it'd just be some dumb party."

"Yeah, well, think less next time," I said dryly. "Your track record's not great." I smirked a little, hoping to lighten the mood, but her lip quivered anyway.

"Xuqin, I really didn't mean—"

"Relax, Ren. I've handled worse." I started the car, the engine's growl filling the silence between us. "And if anyone else tries to pull this crap, I'll handle that too."

The streets blurred past as we drove. I wanted to say something else, maybe even comfort her, but I didn't know how.

She wasn't the problem. On the contrary, she was the only good friend I had in this life.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I groaned when I saw the caller ID.

"Where the hell are you?" my father barked the second I picked up. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Out all night, dragging our name through the mud—"

"Good morning to you too, Dad," I said, resting my head against the seat.

"Don't get smart with me, Xuqin. This isn't how I raised you. Your behavior is a disgrace to our family—"

"Uh-huh. Sure." I hung up before he could say more, tossing the phone onto the dashboard.

Xia Ren gasped beside me.

"You just hung up on your dad?!"

"Yup," I said, flooring the gas. "Let's grab breakfast. I'm starving."

Xia Ren didn't reply, but I saw the corner of her mouth twitch. Maybe this night hadn't been a total waste after all.

---

It was October, and autumn had settled in with its crisp air and golden sunlight. The morning felt fresh, the kind of cool that woke you up without being uncomfortable.

At 10 AM, the city seemed calm, bathed in a soft, easy glow.

As we stepped out of the motel, Yueying walked beside me. Her long purple hair shimmered under the sunlight, swaying lightly with her steps.

For a second, it felt like the world had slowed down just to match her pace.

She didn't look like the strict CEO everyone feared; right now, she was just a woman walking in the autumn light, unpolished and natural.

After the intense night, our clothes were soaked in the aftermath of our love, leaving them completely unusable. I had no choice but to order a few replacements online.

Thankfully, I could fully trust the delivery service in Spirit City; their efficiency ensured we didn't have to endure wearing those dirty clothes on such a fresh, new day.

Her dress—a simple white floral gown—had a flowing hem that skimmed just above her knees, highlighting legs that seemed to demand attention.

The soft fabric lightly embraced her frame, hinting at the perfect figure beneath without being overly revealing.

As for me? I kept it simple: a plain white T-shirt, black pants, and a blue jacket casually draped over my shoulders.

I chose this outfit deliberately—I wanted something that matched her elegance.

Not to sound conceited, but with my genes, I've always been considered one of the most attractive men in the city.

So, naturally, as we walked side by side, we turned more than a few heads.

I grinned, unable to resist. I slid my arm around her waist, pulling her slightly closer, the warmth of her body pressing against mine.

The soft curve of her waist felt delicate under my touch, her skin warm and smooth. Even though I had held her for nearly fifteen hours, I still wanted more.

"Mrs. Yu sure knows how to make an impression. She turns heads, even when she's keeping it simple."

And Her reaction was priceless. She blushed instantly, but defiance burned in her gaze as she looked at me.

"You could've just called me Yueying."

A pink hue blossomed on her cheeks, though it was laced with a flicker of irritation.

Her brows knitted together, and I could guess why—calling her Mrs. Yu instead of Mrs. Lin, her late husband's surname, was clearly a jab that struck a nerve.

"And don't act innocent. You were the one who ordered this gown that barely covers my knees. If people are staring, it's entirely your fault."

I chuckled, leaning in as my grip around her waist tightened slightly. "Wife, I also ordered you stockings. You're the one who chose not to wear them."

She glared. "Those..those things are for younger girls, not for someone like me. Besides—" Her voice dipped, hushed. "S-stop calling me 'wife' all the time What if someone recognizes me?"

Without missing a beat, I dropped another bomb.

"Then we'll get married for real. I'm a conservative man, and besides, you've already taken my virginity, 'dear' wife."

"Stop... stop it right now. You're doing this on purpose!"

The effect was instantaneous. She froze for a second before turning a deeper shade of red, the CEO mask cracking completely.

She clenched her small pink fist and punched my chest, but I noticed she couldn't bring herself to meet my gaze. Her eyes were cast downward, and her ears were bright red.

From last night to now, her defenses had shattered. She wasn't just guarded; she had been walled off, locked in her lonely world for decades.

But now?

The love I was giving her, the attention she had long denied herself—it was enough to stir something in her that had been dormant for years.

And then… a faint, awkward rumble broke the silence.

I paused. "Was that…?"

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"You're hungry," I said, more as a statement than a question.

"Hm," she mumbled, her polished composure from yesterday nonexistent. There was no cold CEO, only Yueying, a real woman softened and bare, sitting at the edge of rediscovering happiness.

I smiled. Originally, I'd planned to drop her home — after all, her car was still parked outside the Cherry Blossoms Club.

But now?

Why waste this moment?

This was a golden opportunity for a morning date.

Leading her to the parking lot, I unlocked my Rolls-Royce, ushering her toward the passenger side. She hesitated for a second, probably still processing the whirlwind of emotions swimming beneath her stoic surface, but eventually slid into the seat next to me.

She didn't sit in the back this time. No walls, no distance, just the two of us occupying the same space. Her mood was visibly complicated — sweetness warring with a slight awkwardness she tried to mask.

And yet, her lips held the faintest upward curve.

As we drove, I couldn't stop glancing at her. That mature beauty of hers wasn't something I could ever get tired of. Lost in the sight, my hand moved instinctively, brushing lightly against her cheek.

Her eyes widened, startled, and she gave me a look. "What are you doing? Aren't you tired of me already?"

I chuckled, voice low and teasing. "Tired of you? Never. Who told you it was okay to be this beautiful, my little wife?"

That flustered blush returned, painting her features. "But..I'm tired," she mumbled, trying to deflect.

"You're insufferable. You're also a beast. Don't you remember how ruthless you were last night?"

Her voice dropped in playful protest.

"And stop calling me little. I'm older than you!"

"Fine, whatever my old wife wants," I quipped without missing a beat.

Her indignation flared, but just as quickly, softened into something gentler. "…Don't call me old."

"Alright, just wife, then."

Her lips twitched, caught between exasperation and laughter. "...You're impossible.."

That earned me a quiet sigh of defeat, and for the first time since I met this woman, she didn't fight back.

---

The Rolls Royce slowly rolled up to the entrance of the nearby five-star restaurant, Lotus Villa, its majestic aura setting it apart.

This stinky man was still staring at me without restraint, but I couldn't really tell him to stop. In some strange way, I liked the way his admiring eyes lingered on me.

And when he'd asked me to take responsibility for him earlier in Starlight, a part of me wanted to say "sure, why not?" right then and there. I wasn't at a loss—he was young, with tousled hair, a sharp face. Where else could I find a husband like him?

The reason I refused wasn't because I didn't want to—no, I was just worried he was playing with me.

But now, it seemed like this guy was serious.

Soon.

We stepped out of the car just as the rain began to fall. I hadn't expected the weather to shift like this. Autumn weather was so unpredictable.

The morning had been clear, with the soft sunlight casting gentle shadows on the pavement. But now, droplets of rain fell, soft but persistent, as though the sky had a mood it didn't feel like hiding.

Still, today I felt a strange calmness settle over me. No tension, no business to worry about. Just peace.

'What would Haoran think when he finds out I've found a father for him?'

Forget it. Don't tell him now.

It didn't matter that it all began under questionable circumstances.

My thoughts flashed back to last night—when I had been unknowingly drugged.

Surprisingly now, my body, my emotions—I couldn't ignore how they had softened, how they had surrendered to him even though he actually....

'What are you thinking, Yueying? It wasn't his fault. You're the one who acted like the bad woman, clinging to him like a wolf. He's innocent.'

Conservative.

So pure.

I felt a strange happiness, to the point where I wanted to catch every drop of rain for myself.

Soon, droplets of water from the heavens fell gently onto my palm. Before I could fully enjoy the moment, a heavy warmth fell over my head.

The rain no longer mattered. The protection of a warm, unfamiliar jacket shielded me from the cold.

"Why are you acting like a little girl?" His voice, laced with playful reprimand, was a sound I wasn't used to hearing from him. "Do you want to catch a cold?"

I looked at him, his face more serious than usual, his eyes flickering with that unspoken warmth, deeper than before.

"What if you get cold?" I asked.

"Then I'll have to ask my little wife to warm me tonight."

"...You beast. You're playing with me again."

Sure enough. Men were all shameless.

I wanted to teach him a lesson—for making my heart flutter, for making me feel like a woman again, and for being so blatantly shameless. But the warm jacket I was clutching was more important.

"Mrs. Yu, don't worry. It's barely 90 meters from here. Besides, it's a man's duty to protect his woman in times of hardship."

With that, he pulled me into his arms again, tighter this time, my chest pressing against him.

For a brief moment, I felt small, vulnerable, yet inexplicably warmed.

How much more could I let him do this to me? How many more defenses could he peel away, with each soft word, each calculated act of care?

I hoped he wasn't doing this for another reason.

My emotions, the ones I had buried for years, began to surge—too powerful, too sharp to ignore.

I leaned into his shoulder, clutching his jacket tighter, not wanting to pull away from the warmth and comfort that enveloped me.

For a moment, the world blurred—everything just felt right. It wasn't like me to give in like this, but I couldn't help it.

Despite the rain, we moved quickly towards the main entrance and arrived at the warm glow of the Golden Villa.

The architecture, a beautiful blend of classical Chinese elements paired with modern elegance, gave the place an aura of peace I found soothing.

The host greeted us as we stepped inside, a bright smile on his face.

"Welcome, sir, ma'am. Would you like me to show you to a couple's table?"

I had intended to say something—maybe protest the whole 'couple' implication, the hint of embarrassment still lingering—but I stopped myself. Sometimes, I thought, it was better to let things be.

Sometimes, things should be left to the men.

Let this hooligan feel like he matters.

Yu Shangrong didn't miss a beat—men like him wouldn't let something like that ruffle their feathers.

"Alright, show us now."

He took the lead, and we were ushered to a private, intimate table in a secluded corner of the restaurant.

It was a small cabin-like structure, heated, and shaped like a half-moon.

The atmosphere was relaxed—families laughing softly, the clink of spoons and chopsticks filling the air. The contrast to the storm outside was almost surreal.

He sat down across from me, his jacket neatly hung on a chair beside him.

I couldn't read him completely, but I could feel him studying me. There were hints in his eyes—things he wanted to say but didn't.

I could sense the unspoken words, the questions on both sides. There were things I wanted to ask him, too.

Just as I was thinking of this, our food arrived.

---

The aroma of fresh herbs and cooked delicacies filled the air, reminding me how much I needed this breakfast.

Last night's marathon had drained me—completely emptied my thousands-of-years-old yogurt reserve—and now my body demanded replenishment.

So, I dug in.

Even in my past life, Lotus Villa had been my go-to restaurant, more familiar and grounding than any seven- or eight-star hotel.

There was a sense of earthiness and history here that resonated with me.

As I focused on eating, she broke the silence first.

"I realize I don't know much about you, Shangrong."

Her soft voice caught me mid-bite, carrying an edge of curiosity that probed beyond the walls I had carefully constructed.

"So, I think it's about time I got to know you. Why were you even there that night?"

She was so gentle that I paused, letting my chopsticks fall. For a moment, I looked at her tenderly.

Of course, that was a calculated move on my part.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, so now the old wife wants to run a background check on her husband?"

Her expression shifted immediately, annoyance bubbling to the surface as she leaned in.

"No... I just want to know you better. And—bastard—why did you call me old again?"

I leaned back in my chair, letting out a soft chuckle as I noticed her eyes flash with a playful fire. She nearly shot up, her hand itching to punch my chest, but the affection behind her reaction was impossible to miss.

Still, the memory of her betrayal in my past life briefly flickered in my mind—the day she framed me for the sake of her son, even though I wasn't at fault.

"Woman, do you even want to beat your husband now?" I teased again, keeping my tone light.

She sighed in exasperation, a mixture of frustration and tenderness softening her features.

"No... I just wanted to remove those rice grains from your lips."

Before I could react, she leaned across the table.

The proximity made it impossible not to notice her presence—her purple hair brushing against her cheeks, her ample chest teasingly visible with just a hint of cleavage, her faint blush painting a masterpiece any man would die for.

Then I felt her touch. Her fingers brushed against my lips, her touch as light as a feather.

"...It makes you look crooked... and less handsome."

I caught the faint tremble in her voice, the way her gaze lingered on my eyes, a second too long.

"Oh really?"

She smirked, her lips a shade darker as she leaned back into her seat. There was a glint in her eyes, one I recognized well—it brought a flicker of memories from the night before.

But in this moment, something felt different.

For a woman like her, hardened by motherhood and the ruthless business world, emotion was a rare vulnerability. If I wanted to pierce through, I had to craft my story just right—realistic yet a little emotional.

"When I was a kid..." The words came out before I could stop them. "An accident happened, and I lost my parents. Since then, I've been alone—wandering from one city to the next, finding my own way. I survived only because of a little inheritance and the strength to fend for myself."

I caught the subtle tremble in her posture. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise before softening. There was something unspoken in her gaze: understanding… or maybe pity.

But that wasn't the full truth—not even close. She didn't need to know everything.

"I didn't mean to make you—" she started with apology.

"It's fine," I cut her off. "It happened a long time ago."

She shifted in her seat.

"Then why were you there last night? Do you go often? Are there… other women you've..?" she asked, her shyness almost disarming.

"I was there for the drink, not for women," I said, meeting her gaze directly. "I was sitting alone on the second floor, just enjoying the quiet, when I saw you." My voice lowered slightly, almost a whisper. "That red dress... I couldn't look away."

Her lips parted slightly, trembling as if caught off guard.

"...So you… targeted me?"

"Targeted?" I chuckled softly, amused by her choice of words.

"How could I dare? Mrs. Yueying of Lin Pharmaceuticals, untouchable and flawless? No… I fell for you. I thought about it a lot, drank even more, and eventually, I came to your private room."

I leaned forward slightly, "But when I saw those bastards bothering you, I couldn't sit still. It felt like… like someone was trying to take something precious away from me."

"…Thank you."

"What?"

"I just realized… I haven't thanked you. You risked yourself for me. If you hadn't been there…" Her words trailed off, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Between us, do we really need to say 'thank you'?"

A soft smile touched her lips as my words sank in. But then, as if she couldn't help herself, she asked again.

"You said you're a student… Are you really underage?"

Her voice held a blend of curiosity and hesitation.

"Yes," I said, holding her gaze, my tone deliberate. "First-year at Silver Sky University. Seventeen. But don't you think it's exciting to date someone half your age, old wife?"

"You… you bastard! Do you think I'm some pervert who targets children? It only happened because I was drugged—otherwise, I'd never—"

Her flustered outburst made me laugh, but she wasn't done. Rising from her chair, she lunged at me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and biting my neck in frustration.

"All right, okay—let me go!"

"Not until you promise," she huffed, her voice muffled against my neck.

"Promise you won't tell anyone you were underage when… when we met."

Grinning, I cupped her flushed face in my hands, brushing away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. Then, leaning just close enough to her lips, I said,

"As my old wife commands."

Her glare softened into something else—exasperation mixed with affection.

"I am not old, you bastard!"

And when she started crying again, I silenced her with a kiss, until she had no room for more complaints.

When I finally pulled back, I spoke, "How about 'baby,' then?"

"…You're impossible," she cried again, but her lips quirked into a reluctant smile.

Even as I caught the curious glances from other diners, I didn't care. We returned to our meal, an easy calm settling over us—until voices from restaurant shattered the moment.

Slap!

Slap!

"You dare stop the lady of the Han Group? Do you think you'll keep your job after this? Bastard! Poor people like you think success makes you untouchable. Your place is nothing special!"

"I'm just doing my job, sir, Madam's card is blocked. No matter what car you drive, the debt still needs paying."

"Xia Ren, tell this bastard Mu Liren's—I can settle this on my own!"

"But, Xuqin…"

At the mention of her name, my brows furrowed.

A vivid image flashed in my mind: blonde hair, cold blue eyes, a pristine white cheongsam drenched in blood, a katana firmly gripped in her hand, countless bodies lying lifeless at her feet.

Han Xuqin… The Future Martial Queen.

( End Of The Chapter )

[ Author's Note:-

"....4000 words, Do you think I need to tighten the pacing and reduce the word count? If I do that, I might have to stop writing the scene in detail. ]