Not_a_mango

Wang Haoran transmigrated into a parallel world of urban-genre novels and became a rich second-generation son. As a fated Villain, in the near future, the Protagonist will seize his beloved girlfriend and tens of billions of his family’s property.

Fortunately, the plot has yet to begin…
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The release schedule will be 1 chapter every 2 days, after I finish the 1st 40 chapters that I have finished roughly.
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TL note: This is a novel that goes against the routine. Are you tired of the same brain dead protagonists who salivates after the heroine like they are hungry dogs. Protagonists whom after you read about, you are losing brain cells? Characters that you angry af??
You want a somewhat sensible villain type protagonist that actually is not dumb, and can use common sense?
Then this novel is somewhat for you. It should click most of the things that you want. 
This novel had a lot of translators, but none of them completely finished it. I read the whole thing and I am kind of satisfied with this novel. So I wanted to give other readers the same satisfaction.
Major shout out to my predecessors.
Especially Demonic TL(Formally known as devil heart translations).
I hope you will give this a chance. I will keep trying to translate this. it may take some time as this is a solo job. So, thank you for your patience!

I Became The Rich Second Generation Villain

During lunch break, Wang Haoran approached Wen Jing when Xu Muyan was away.

"Xu Muyan was called to grade papers," Wen Jing said automatically, accustomed to Wang Haoran only coming over for her friend.

"I'm here for you today," Wang Haoran replied with a smile, his peach blossom eyes locking onto hers.

Wen Jing's face flushed instantly. "For me?"

"Is this yours?" He produced the unsigned love letter from behind his back.

Wen Jing jumped in surprise. "No! I didn't write that!"

"Really?" Wang Haoran plucked a sticky note from her desk. "The handwriting matches perfectly."

Caught red-handed, Wen Jing bowed her head. "I'm sorry if I bothered you. I'll never do it again..."

Her voice trembled with the humility of unrequited love. From Wang Haoran's past indifference, she knew he had no interest in her. The letter had just been an emotional outburst she couldn't contain.

"Your writing shows talent," Wang Haoran remarked casually before leaning close to whisper, "Meet me after evening study hall at the school gate. Keep this between us."

Wen Jing froze. Was he really asking to meet her? A quick pinch confirmed she wasn't dreaming.

For the rest of the day, Wen Jing floated through classes in a daze, her occasional giggles prompting curious looks from Xu Muyan. But she kept her secret close, just as Wang Haoran had asked.

When the final bell rang, Wen Jing lingered until the classroom emptied before heading out. Under the streetlights, the sleek Rolls-Royce that always fetched Wang Haoran waited.

"Leave your bike," he said, appearing beside her. "I'm taking you somewhere."

The luxury car stopped at a five-star hotel. "We're doing homework here?" Wen Jing asked nervously as they entered.

Wang Haoran just winked. The presidential suite took her breath away - 18,000 yuan for one night! She reached for her homework to hide her nerves.

Wang Haoran tossed her notebook aside. "You like me, don't you?"

"Everything I wrote in the letter."

"So you'd do anything to be my girlfriend?" When she nodded, Wang Haoran's expression turned serious. "I should warn you - I'm not a good person. I won't be exclusive."

Wen Jing hesitated only briefly before nodding again.

"Many girls like me. You have no advantage." His voice turned businesslike. "But I'll make you my girlfriend under these conditions..."

The terms he laid out were harsh: secrecy, absolute loyalty while he saw others, no right to break up. Wen Jing's eyes widened at how unfair they were.

"In return," he continued, "I'll give you time, gifts, an allowance. I'll get you into your dream university. Even if we break up later, I'll secure you a 50,000-yuan monthly job after graduation."

He gestured to the door. "Your choice."

Wen Jing walked over - and locked it. Then she called home with an excuse about staying with a friend.

She knew their worlds were too different for a normal relationship. But if this was her only chance to be with the boy she'd dreamed about for so long, she'd take it, even on these unfair terms. The memories would be worth it.

Watching her, Wang Haoran smiled. To drive a wedge between Chu Bai and Chen Zishi, he needed to control Wen Jing completely. He wasn't proud of manipulating her feelings, but as the villain in this story, playing fair meant certain defeat.

The Love Letter You Wrote Me