Villain: My Revenge Begins with Eating his Mother

"...Huh!"

Something poked me in the lower back, sharp and firm.

A sudden heaviness weighed down on my chest.

Still drowsy, I groaned softly, trying to blink away the strange haze clouding my thoughts.

I stirred and opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light.

My fingers twitched, brushing against skin—bare, warm, and foreign.

And then I froze.

I was lying in the arms of a stranger. His chest was pressed tightly against my back, one of his arms slung around me, his large hand cupping my breast as if it belonged to him.

I could feel his breath against my neck, warm and steady, and his lips—God, they were so close, barely grazing the sensitive skin of my shoulder.

And the thing... the thing poking me insistently from behind?

It didn't take much to figure it out.

A surge of fear jolted me upright, but his grip instinctively tightened, pinning me back down. I stiffened, my mind racing.

"No... no, no…" I mouthed silently, panic rising like a storm inside me.

Ok let's keep calm...and try again.

Carefully, I gripped his wrist and moved his hand off me, wincing as his fingers brushed against my ribs on the way down. His arm fell to the bed, his breathing remaining calm and steady. He was asleep.

I turned slightly to look at him. His features came into view—youthful, beautiful, striking, with sharp cheekbones and tousled black hair that fell across his forehead.

He looked peaceful, almost innocent.

But my guilt hit like a punch in the stomach.

What have I done?

I slipped out of his hold entirely, my body still trembling. As I sat up, pieces of the previous night began to creep back into my mind.

Memories I wanted to block out, but they came anyway.

Mr. Zhan Tian… Business Deal...Cherry Blossoms Club…Those men...That drink… The drugged feeling…

And then him.

"Shangrong was it?," 

"I— I lost myself... to someone who's probably the same age as my son,"

I whispered shakily, bile thick in my throat.

My body betrayed me as memories of last night rushed in. His mouth on mine, his hands exploring me in ways no one ever had before, not even my late husband.

I shivered involuntarily, shame mingling with a flicker of something I couldn't name.

You're disgusting, Yueying. What were you thinking?

Anger replaced the panic, a burning resolve drowning out the lingering whispers of weakness in my head. My fists clenched the sheets as the weight of the situation bore down on me.

"This isn't my fault," I said, determination forcing the words past my trembling lips.

I am not some easy woman. I not characterless.

Last night had been a mistake, an aberration. A lapse in judgment caused by malicious intent from others—yes, those men at the club, and perhaps this... Shangrong.

"This isn't my fault," I said, determination forcing the words past my trembling lips

I needed to leave...But I'm naked..

My lingerie… Where was it?

I glanced around the room, searching for the lace set I'd worn last night. But it was nowhere to be seen—probably discarded in a reckless moment I wished I could forget.

My face burned hotter as the thought struck me.

Thus...

I reached for my dress on the floor, yanking it off a nearby chair. The elegant burgundy fabric felt foreign against my skin now, As I slid it on, I winced, the soreness in my thighs and lower back making me bite my lip.

I shook my head.

"You're not this kind of woman,"

I whispered again under my breath, gripping the hem of my dress.

"You're not easy. You're not…"

I repeated three times.

But the image in my head betrayed me. I could see it so clearly: kneeling before him, tasting him, swallowing, doing things I had never dared to do with my husband.

Things that felt so shamefully natural in the heat of the moment.

"A man half my age,"

My voice cracked as I stood there, staring at the chaos in the room.

Tears stung my eyes as I pulled the dress tighter.

The idea of him waking up terrified me.

The shame, the disgust… It was unbearable.

So I grabbed my bag and tiptoed toward the door, carefully stepping over the clothes and empty bottles scattered on the floor. My heart raced in my chest, hammering like a warning.

Just as I gripped the doorknob, my phone buzzed in my bag. The sharp sound cut through the silence like a blade. I fumbled to grab it, terrified it had woken him.

The name on the screen made my blood run cold.

My son.

Lin Haoran.

I swallowed hard and declined the call without thinking. My son could not know. No one could ever know. With trembling fingers, I put the phone on silent and shoved it back into my bag.

Turning back toward the bed, I felt my knees go weak. He was still asleep, thank God. But even as I stared at him, my thoughts spiraled out of control.

He was gorgeous.

Young and confident in a way that made me feel alive last night.

A faint blush creep up my cheeks.

I quickly shook it off.

"No, This was a mistake. A horrible mistake."

I turned back to the door, determined to escape before he woke up. But just as I began to pull it open, a smooth, deep voice stopped me in my tracks.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Lin to be so ruthless."

My blood froze.

"After ruining the innocence of a poor underage boy like me…"

His tone was calm, almost teasing, with a sharp edge of smugness.

"…you still want to abandon me after taking my virginity?"

Slowly, I turned back.

He was awake now, propped up on one elbow, his smirk dangerously lazy. His messy hair only added to the mischief in his eyes.

And those eyes?

Heat flushed my face at his words and all I could feel was the weight of everything I wanted to forget.

---

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly as she froze in place, the door only slightly ajar. Lin Yueying, the dignified CEO of Lin Pharmaceuticals company, had been caught red-handed trying to escape.

Her reaction to my voice was priceless. She turned, flustered and guilty, her cheeks already burning red.

"You… how can you wake up? Were you acting just now?"

I propped myself up lazily, letting the sheet fall away to reveal the bare skin of my chest. "If I hadn't woken up, wife would have abandoned her husband so ruthlessly. How cold-hearted of you."

"Shut up!" she snapped, but her voice trembled, betraying her nerves. "Who's your wife? And what husband?"

I smirked, leaning back into the pillows with casual arrogance. Truth was, I'd been awake for a while.

Feeling the warmth of her mature body resting in my arms, her softness pressed against me, and the weight of her breasts under my hand, pretending to stay asleep had never felt more rewarding. 

Moment like this? You didn't spoil them by getting up early. 

Besides, even chickens rose with the sun, and where does that get them? Straight to the butcher's block. 

Better to enjoy heaven while it's in your grasp. 

Anyway. 

Last night wasn't just about fun, though. 

I had priorities—important ones. 

The second she passed out, completely out of it from what we'd done, I picked up my hidden phone. 

Every second of our "action movie" was saved in 4K. 

Good thing. 

She'd been too lost to notice the phone, and now it gave me exactly what I needed: a little extra leverage. 

Lin Yueying might present herself as high and mighty, but she wasn't fooling me. 

The Lin Yueying of my past life had been selfish, ambitious, and downright cruel when it suited her. 

False accusations and betrayal were just tools in her arsenal. 

Now, I couldn't afford to let my guard down. 

This time, though? The tables had turned. 

The way she stirred now, trying to slip away without waking me, didn't even surprise me. 

Women like her always kept an exit plan ready. 

Even after what we'd shared last night, she couldn't help herself. 

Shouldn't she be playing the role of a dutiful wife by now? 

"Why shouldn't I call you my wife? Last night, you were very eager to make me your husband," I shot back, standing up from the bed in one fluid motion.

The quilt fell away as I rose to my feet, and I let it. Now, I stood fully exposed, my nakedness daring her to look. Her eyes darted over my body for just a fraction of a second before she turned her head sharply, pretending she hadn't seen a thing.

"You… what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice a whisper now. 

"Just getting comfortable with my wife."

"Rogue bastard."

The fiery anger from seconds earlier melted into embarrassment. 

"That's enough! What happened last night…" She faltered. 

"Was real," I finished for her, walking slowly toward her. 

"It doesn't matter." She straightened her back, her voice growing colder, sharper. 

"It was a lapse in judgment—a mistake. Whatever you think it meant, forget it. You're young, You don't understand the repercussions of what happened."

"if I hadn't been drugged, someone like you wouldn't even dream of touching me—let alone…last night." 

Her tone was firmer now, like she was trying to regain her footing in an argument spiraling out of her control. I stopped a step away, close enough to see the flicker of doubt in her eyes. 

"Oh, so now I'm just a dreamer, huh? Strange, Mrs. Lin, considering you are the one who wouldn't let go of me last night. You were just so eager."

My smirk widened...

"You don't know anything!....everything was a mistake—I shouldn't have gone to that hellhole," she hissed, glaring at me. 

I leaned in slightly, watching her breath hitch. Without breaking eye contact, I wrapped a towel around my waist.

Not like I've got some exhibitionist fetish anyway.

"All I know is you called me your husband last night, so it's only fair you take responsibility. I mean, I lost my chastity to you—the one I'd been saving for my future wife."

"Also I know you admitted things about your late husband you'd never told anyone. Do I need to remind you of exactly what you said?" 

Her eyes widened, and a faint blush crept up her neck. 

"You…" She clenched her fists, and I knew a proud woman like her wouldn't agree to such a thing. 

"You're deliberately twisting things. That was a drunken haze." 

"Am I?" My lips curled into a smirk. 

"You said he was 'short in every sense of the word.' That he could never satisfy you. Isn't that why you gave yourself so completely to me?" 

"That's enough!" she snapped and turned to leave. "I'm not discussing this with you any further." 

"You mean you can't," I corrected smoothly, "because you know I'm right." 

Lin Yueying straightened her shoulders, forcing a semblance of her CEO confidence. 

"Believe whatever you want. It doesn't change the fact that this… thing between us ends here. I'll compensate you for what you think you've lost and—" 

"You want to pay me?" I laughed, the sound harsh in the tense room. "How many other boys have you tried to buy off like this, Mrs. Lin?" 

Her anger flared. She glared at me with so much fury that I thought she might actually stomp her foot. Instead, she strode toward me. 

"You—" she snapped as she stepped closer.

"You think I'm that kind of woman? Let me tell you, I'm from a respectable family! How dare you say that to me? How dare you slander me? Do you have any idea who I am? My reputation—" 

"Means nothing to me." 

I cut her off. Anyway, although what I did was also despicable, the point was that I had asked her to let me drop her home. She was the one who wanted more, so now I have higher moral ground than her. 

And even if she really refused, so what? I already have enough leverage to make her do what I want, but if possible, I want to solve this without being a villain. 

"Do you think your status, your power, or even your money intimidates me? The fact is, Mrs. Lin, you're running scared because, for once, you've lost control." 

Her lip quivered, but she quickly bit it, refusing to let me see her crack. 

"Stupid Bastard...It's about reality not control. You're half my age. What happened last night was an anomaly, and clinging to it will only ruin both of us." 

"Ruined?" I raised a brow, taking another step forward. "I feel fine, Mrs. Lin. In fact, I feel like a claiming what's mine." 

At this time...

Her back hit the wall, her eyes wide as I leaned in. She opened her mouth to protest, but my hand cupped her cheek before she could say a word.

She froze, her breath hitching under my touch. 

"I know you think this is wrong," I murmured, my thumb brushing her cheek. 

"I know you're terrified of what this means for you. But don't lie to yourself, Yueying. You wanted me as much as I wanted you." 

She flinched at the sound of her name spoken so intimately, but she didn't pull away. Her lips parted as though to argue, but no words came out. 

"You can try to walk away," I continued softly, my face inches from hers, 

"But you'll think of me. You'll remember last night. And you'll know, deep down, that no man—not even your husband—has ever made you feel like I did." 

Her body trembled, the fight in her fading as shame and guilt waged war with her hidden desires.

At this moment, she wanted a place to bury herself in shame. 

"This isn't right," she whispered, her voice cracking. "We… we don't even know each other." 

"Then let's get to know each other," I said with a sly smile. "I'm Yu Shangrong, a 17-year-old science student studying at Silver Sky University. Slightly rich but not much, new to this city, and hopelessly I'm love with a stubborn woman." 

She clenched her fists, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"I can't… Lin Yueying." 

And before she could respond, I captured her lips in a kiss. 

She froze, her entire body stiff against mine. For a second, I thought she'd push me away. But slowly, hesitantly, her lips softened, responding to mine in a tentative surrender. 

When the kiss broke, her eyes met mine, filled with vulnerability and confusion. 

"fine...I'm old and have a son. But ... If you dare to despise me for that in the future, I'll kill you into pieces, I'll destroy you," she whispered. 

I smirked, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Old is wise"

But, I needed to punish my old wife for trying to run away from me.

With that, the burgundy dress slipped from her shoulders, falling to the floor like it had the night before.

But this time, there were no drugs, no alcohol to hide behind.

This time, everything was clear—our decisions, our actions.

No excuses.

I lifted her effortlessly and set her back on the bed, a cold smirk pulling at my lips.

Time to face the consequence...

She wanted to escape, to break free, but I was about to make her realize just how impossible that was.

As I did, the face of my enemy, Haoran, flashed in my mind.

"Haoran, Haoran... Haha!"

I said under my breath, a dark laugh escaping me.

"You always said you wanted a sister, didn't you? Now, let your new stepdad prepare a big gift for you."

And what followed after that were obscene sounds filling the room. Loud, clear, unmistakable.

Anyone who heard it wouldn't need to ask twice what was happening.

But that didn't matter now.

What mattered was making sure she never forgot this lesson.

---

Meanwhile.

The Grand Regency, Spirit City.

October 2021, 08:45 Morning

The sunlight pouring through the large windows of the club room hit me like a bad hangover, casting a sickly glow on the mess that surrounded us. 

It was the early hours of morning. 

The party was over. The last of my "guests"—so-called friends—were leaving one by one after stuffing themselves with everything they could get their hands on. 

None of it mattered, though. Not anymore. 

---

"Haoran, you're the guy. Nobody parties like you." 

"Man, you really know how to show everyone a good time." 

"The only man in Silver Sky who knows how to party is Master Haoran." 

"Haha! Even those conglomerate families' children are stupid compared to how enthusiastic our senior Haoran is." 

"You bastard, how dare you speak Senior's name? Call him Master Lin." 

"Yes… yes, I apologize. It was I who couldn't see the Mount Tai." 

They didn't even bother pretending to care about anything real. I could feel the hollow words washing over me, every syllable dripping with feigned admiration. Their eyes only ever lingered on my wealth, my power, and what I could provide. 

They weren't friends. They were parasites. 

But who the fuck cares about that? I sure didn't. 

And let's be honest—who in this world doesn't like to get praised? 

The only thing that mattered right then, as I sipped on my last drink, watching them stumble away in various states of drunken confusion, was the way Xuqin looked. 

Han Xuqin.

My precious Han Xuqin.

The beauty I'd been chasing since first year. 

The school's queen. That tall, flawless blend of Chinese and British blood with enough of a spark to make every man in the room wish they could steal her away. 

Her blonde hair and cool green eyes... I couldn't help but stare. God, she was everything I ever wanted. 

Beautiful, cold, completely untouchable. 

Her body? Even better. 

Large breasts, slim waist, all those perfect curves underneath that dress. 

Fuck, I could already imagine what it'd be like to have her to myself. 

But reality was cruel. Even though I'd tried countless times to strike up a conversation with her, she ignored me every time. 

Nonetheless, as long as I could see her flawless face, what did it even matter? As long as I could breathe in the same room as Beauty Han, everything was worth it. 

"Haoran?" 

"....What" 

One of the guys called out, breaking my trance. 

Name? Wen Duan. 

He'd hung back a little too long, probably waiting for me to "settle up"—more like waiting to see if I'd foot the bill while he ducked out early, as usual. 

I plastered that smirk back on my face—keep the image intact. 

"What?" 

He handed me his empty glass. 

"Man, you really know how to throw a party. This was epic. The kind of night we're gonna talk about for months. Thanks for the drinks, bro." 

Bullshit. I was nothing but a fucking wallet to him. To all of them. But I played the game. With them, I always played the game. 

"Sure thing, Brother Duan. You all had a blast, right?" 

Everyone had been all over me. The toasts, the cheers, the shit-talk. None of them understood—I didn't do it for them. I wasn't their damn friend. 

It was all for Beauty Xuqin. 

Her friend Xia Ren had promised she'd be here. And that was the only reason these people were here at all. 

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have wasted a dime. 

Even though part of me thought it was a scam, it didn't matter. 

The whole night, she kept drifting further away, staying locked in her own world with Xia Ren. 

Laughing, sharing drinks, practically ignoring me. And it didn't take long for that old, ugly feeling to rise. 

From night to morning, after all the dances, all the songs, all the drinks—she didn't talk to me once. It was like I was an insect in her eyes. 

As I was brainstorming how to strategize next, the waiter approached me. 

Shit. 

"Mr. Lin? My boss said it was you who ordered the drinks and booked the room," he said politely, though irritation and even disgust were evident in his eyes. "Here's your bill. I hope you enjoyed the night." 

What are you irritated about? All my "friends" did was grope your co-workers last night. Honestly, it's her fault for having a fat ass. If she were flat, would anyone have cared? 

Whatever. I'm rich. I'll give you a tip to compensate for your "friend" being groped. 

**97,568 yuan.** 

Easy. 

I threw my card on the table with a smirk. 

Beep.

"Insufficient balance. The payable amount exceeds the balance." 

Beep.

"Insufficient balance. The payable amount exceeds the balance." 

Fuck. 

I forgot one major thing. Last night, I ordered a designer dress for Han Xuqin's birthday in January. 

That alone had cost me 389,000 yuan.

Shit. 

I started digging through my wallet, throwing bills on the table with a careless air—except the damn waiter wasn't having it. 

He swiped my card four… five times. 

**Denied.** 

"Insufficient balance." 

My pulse shot up instantly. 

No way. Not here. Not now. 

"Is there something wrong, sir? Your card doesn't have enough balance. Do you want to pay in cash or should I…?" The waiter's tone wavered between polite and condescending as he stared at me. 

"I don't know. Try it again," I said, pushing my card at him with clenched teeth. 

Of course, it didn't go through. I could feel the eyes on me—the waiter, Wen Duan, and everyone else in the room—all waiting, silently judging. 

Fuck. 

"Mr. Lin… there seems to be a problem," the waiter repeated, his face showing nothing but professional frustration. "There's not enough available credit to cover your bill." 

I stood there for a second—paralyzed. My chest felt tight. My stomach knotted. Panic started setting in. This couldn't be happening. I had plenty of money. There was no way this was real. 

I fumbled for my phone in my pocket, but my hands were shaking too hard. Fucking hell. My head was spinning. 

"What do you mean, not enough? It's your machine's fault that it isn't operating properly!" I spat, too loudly. 

"I'm sorry, sir. You need to pay immediately, or else I'll have to call the authorities. No one scams the Grand Regency. Security, close the doors. Don't let these freeloaders escape," the waiter shouted. Bouncers stationed near the doors crossed their arms, their eyes cold as they stared us down. 

I grabbed my phone and hit dial. The number I knew by heart. The one that—normally—would get me out of a mess like this. 

But after several rings, the screen blipped. That voice came through. 

"The number you are calling is currently switched off." 

What? 

I dialed again. Same message. 

Fucking useless slut. 

My mother. The one person I thought I could rely on. 

The woman who'd been nothing more than the carrier of my father's wealth. 

The same woman who couldn't pick up the damn phone in a moment like this. 

Anger exploded in my chest. Why was I even calling her? 

"Where the hell is the rest of your team? Ask them to pay," the waiter demanded again. 

"Just give me a fucking minute, alright?" I snapped, frustration bubbling over as I struggled to hold it together. 

"Mr. Lin," the waiter repeated, his tone sharp, "we need payment now. Or else—" 

The moment dragged on, awkward and tense. 

Then she appeared—**Han Xuqin.** 

Calm. Effortless. Beautiful. Cool as ice. 

Without even a flicker of emotion, she looked at the bill. Then, without a word to me, she paid. 

No hesitation. No glance in my direction. She handed the card over to the waiter, who swiped it quickly. 

I could only stand there, watching. Mortified. 

"Please, take my card. Could you have your staff move away from the gates? Some girls get nervous when they're blocked like this. Don't worry; we'll take care of the payment. You can swipe it now." 

It was the first time I'd ever heard my angel speak like that. Forget speaking—she hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol. Yet here she was, stepping in to pay. 

I felt… guilty. 

Beep.

"Payment successful." 

The waiter nodded, his tone softening immediately.

"Thank you, Miss. And sorry for the inconvenience." 

She turned to leave—as if the whole damn scene hadn't even mattered. 

I couldn't believe it. 

She actually had the audacity to look at me coldly, like this was the most natural thing in the world, and said to me, in passing: 

"You really should learn to handle your affairs better. There's no shame in knowing when to stop playing the fool. Don't think I don't know what you talked about with Xia Ren. I came here to see how pathetic you truly are." 

She didn't respect me at all. 

Haha! 

But that's why I, Lin Haoran, fell for her. 

Cold and aloof beauty. 

My type. 

Even when she scolded me, it felt like a gentle breeze brushing against my cheeks. 

And just like that, she was gone. 

The others—those hypocrites, including that bitch Xia Ren—left, looking at me with disdain. 

They all disappeared without even sparing me a backward glance. 

Leaving me utterly and completely alone. 

God. 

How had I let this happen? 

No… it's her fault. 

"DAMN MOTHER"

( End Of The Chapter )