A Rich Second-generation Villain Can’t Just Enjoy Life — Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Ye Liyou’s Attack!You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

“New friend?”

Hearing Shen Anyu’s words, everyone showed curiosity.

“Brother Master, what new friend?”

Yang Luoluo’s clear, wide eyes fixed on Shen Anyu as she asked.

Ruan Lingshan and Liu Ruyan, both dressed in pristine Maidservant Attire, guided Shen Anyu to his seat, their own expressions tinged with curiosity and a hint of doubt.

Ye Linyuan had initially been just as curious, but the sight of his Second Senior Sister, Liu Ruyan, serving Shen Anyu with such gentle deference completely shattered his composure. She moved with a practiced grace, pulling out the ornate chair at the head of the long, polished mahogany table—a true maid attending her lord. A furnace of raw, unadulterated fury ignited in the depths of his heart. Every respectful gesture she made was a knife twisting in his gut. This was his senior sister, a peerless beauty of their sect, now reduced to a servant. The injustice of it all was a physical weight crushing his chest.

[Ding! Child of Destiny Ye Linyuan is displeased. Plundering +9986 Destiny Points!]

“Big Brother,” Ye Linyuan began, forcing his voice into the cute, obedient tone he was trapped in, a saccharine sound that grated against the violent storm raging within him. “My Second Senior Sister is your girlfriend. Isn’t it a bit… inappropriate for you to make her wear Maidservant Attire to serve you all the time?”

He tried to sound reasonable, like a concerned younger brother, but the jealousy was a bitter acid on his tongue. Although this particular Spirit Beast Maidservant Attire was far from revealing—its high collar and long sleeves were more conservative than most everyday clothes—the symbolism it carried was crushing. It represented absolute loyalty, a complete submission of will. Its meaning was as clear as the unspoken promise in a devotee’s prayer.

[Akarin’s Note: The raw text includes a strange line: “Just like the flower language of a steel wool scrubber is forbearance and wealth.” This is a nonsensical Chinese internet meme, used here to humorously emphasize that even mundane or odd things can be assigned a specific “meaning” in certain contexts.]

Watching his alluring, devastatingly charming Second Senior Sister—a woman who could make kingdoms fall with a single glance—so meekly attending to Shen Anyu, Ye Linyuan’s composure finally fractured. The last thread of his self-control snapped, and his mind went blank with rage.

*Bang!*

In a blur of motion too fast for the boy to track, Shen Anyu’s hand shot out. He didn’t strike with his palm or his fist. He simply flicked his middle finger, a gesture of casual, almost affectionate dismissal. The air cracked. A sharp, explosive sound echoed in the quiet dining hall as his fingertip connected squarely with Ye Linyuan’s forehead.

It was just a flick, but it felt like being struck by a sledgehammer.

“Agh!” Ye Linyuan cried out, a pathetic yelp escaping his throat. He staggered back, hands flying to his head as an excruciating, throbbing pain erupted from the point of impact. It was a deep, piercing agony that sent shockwaves through his skull and made his vision swim. Tears sprang to his eyes, hot and shameful, blurring the sight of Shen Anyu’s infuriatingly calm smile.

Shen Anyu chuckled, the sound light and condescending. “Adult matters, little one. Children shouldn’t meddle.”

Ye Linyuan could only stare, his mind reeling from the pain and the humiliation.

[Ding! Child of Destiny Ye Linyuan’s mentality has exploded. Plundering +9999 Destiny Points!]

[Ding! Child of Destiny Ye Linyuan’s grievance has maxed out. Plundering +9999 Destiny Points!]

*‘You’re the child! Your whole damn family are children!’* Ye Linyuan screamed internally, his face contorted in a silent snarl. The injustice was overwhelming. If it weren’t for that accursed curse charm twisting his fate, would he be trapped in this powerless, diminutive body? He was supposed to be a handsome, heroic young man, a protagonist standing tall. Now he was a pint-sized detective, a joke.

Seeing his pained expression, Yang Luoluo and Ruan Lingshan both turned their heads, their shoulders shaking as they desperately tried to suppress their laughter.

Even Liu Ruyan couldn’t help herself. She covered her vibrant red lips with a delicate hand, her eyes crinkling as she let out a soft, musical giggle. “Junior Brother, your Big Brother is right. Adult matters are not for children to meddle in.”

A flicker of defiance had once existed within her, a resistance to this role. But now, she found herself enjoying it. The old saying rang true: if you can’t fight it, you might as well lie back and enjoy it. Her mind drifted back to the previous night, to the warmth of the hundred-year zhu fruit flooding her meridians, the exhilarating sensation of breaking through to the Great Grandmaster level, and all that transpired between them afterward. A blush crept up her neck as she cast a misty, sidelong glance at Shen Anyu. She felt a deeper connection to him now, a sense of belonging that solidified the fabricated identity of his girlfriend into something real.

“Ruyan, Lingshan, please sit down,” Shen Anyu said, his tone casual. “You don’t need to serve me today; I’ll dine by myself.”

“Master, is that alright?” Ruan Lingshan asked, her clear, doe-like eyes looking at Shen Anyu with genuine concern, worried he might be displeased.

Shen Anyu simply smiled and nodded.

From his seat at the far end of the several-meter-long table, Ye Linyuan watched this exchange, his heart dripping with a toxic mixture of disdain and envy. *‘He’s not handless,’* he thought venomously. *‘Does he really need someone to serve him every meal? Shen Anyu’s life is just too damn good.’*

The envy burned hotter than the disdain. Ruan Lingshan was another breathtaking beauty, easily comparable to any of his own goddess-like senior sisters. To have Ruan Lingshan on his left and Liu Ruyan on his right, two peerless maidens attending to his every need at dinner—what kind of decadent bliss was that? Even the gods in their heavenly palaces couldn’t dream of such a life.and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Even Yang Luoluo felt a pang of envy. She watched Liu Ruyan and Ruan Lingshan, wishing she could be the one serving Shen Anyu. A daring thought flashed through her mind: *’If I wore Maidservant Attire too, could I…?’* The image was so vivid that a crimson blush instantly bloomed across her small, delicate face. She shook her head, quickly pushing the thought away and changing the subject.

“Brother Master,” she asked, her voice bright, “hasn’t the new friend arrived yet?”

“They’re already here,” Shen Anyu replied with a playful, knowing smile. He waved a hand toward the grand entrance of the hall. “Why aren’t you coming over? Are you shy?”

Following Shen Anyu’s gesture, the gazes of Yang Luoluo, Liu Ruyan, Ruan Lingshan, and Ye Linyuan all snapped toward the doorway.

A figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the light. It was a woman, tall and impossibly elegant, with an aura as cold and sharp as a glacier’s edge. She moved with a slow, deliberate grace, each step measured and silent. Her expression, however, was a storm of conflicting emotions—a complex mask of ice that failed to conceal the turbulent undercurrents beneath.

“Fourth Senior Sister?”

“Fourth Junior Sister?”

Yang Luoluo and Liu Ruyan froze, their eyes widening in disbelief. What was Ye Liyou doing here? Could she possibly be the “new friend” Shen Anyu had mentioned?

The most stunned of all was Ye Linyuan. He had only ever seen his senior sisters in faded, old photographs. He had never left their hidden valley before, and their training had been segregated; the Master and First Senior Sister had taught the older girls, leaving him with no interaction. But hearing Yang Luoluo and Liu Ruyan’s shocked cries confirmed it. This was his Fourth Senior Sister, Ye Liyou.

The moment he laid eyes on her, he was thunderstruck. Her beauty wasn’t just stunning; it was lethal. Her temperament wasn’t just cold; it was imperious. *‘Fourth Senior Sister is… she’s too beautiful,’* he thought, his mind racing, his earlier rage forgotten and replaced by an instant, overwhelming infatuation. *‘Wife. Hehe, she has to be my wife. I must win her over!’*

A fierce, possessive resolve solidified in his heart. He couldn’t let what happened to Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan and Fifth Sister Zhong Lingyin happen again. He would not allow another man to claim Ye Liyou. Fourth Senior Sister was his. He was determined to have her, and he’d be damned if even the immortals tried to take her from him.

Ye Liyou’s chilling gaze swept past the others and landed squarely on Liu Ruyan. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the Spirit Beast Maidservant Attire.

“Second Senior Sister,” she asked abruptly, her voice like the chime of frozen bells, “why are you dressed like this?”

The question hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. Liu Ruyan’s toes curled inside her shoes, an instinctive reaction of pure, unadulterated embarrassment. She felt as if she could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the floor with them. Her charming eyes shot a resentful glare at Shen Anyu before she forced a composed smile, her voice miraculously steady and free of any tremor. “I just like to dress this way. It’s a personal preference.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Shen Anyu had to physically restrain himself from bursting into laughter. Yang Luoluo, Ruan Lingshan, and even Ye Linyuan wore bizarre expressions, but none of them dared to call her out. To do so would be to witness Liu Ruyan spontaneously combust from shame.

On the surface, Liu Ruyan was the picture of calm, but inside, she was a supernova of humiliation. For her Fourth Junior Sister, the aloof and proud Ye Liyou, to see her like this… how could she ever maintain her dignity as the Second Senior Sister again?

*‘Wuwuwu… Shen Anyu, you bastard! This is all your fault!’* she screamed in her mind. *‘Fourth Junior Sister, please, I’m begging you, don’t ask any more questions. Just believe me, please just believe me.’*

As if the heavens had heard her desperate prayer, Ye Liyou didn’t press the issue. Instead, a thoughtful, almost calculating look entered her eyes.

“Oh? Is that so?” she said, her tone laced with a subtle irony. “Second Senior Sister, your hobby is quite… special.”

Liu Ruyan managed a strained, awkward smile, all the while mentally stabbing a voodoo doll of Shen Anyu and cursing him to an eternity of bad luck.

Ye Liyou’s cold gaze finally shifted, leaving the mortified Liu Ruyan and locking onto Shen Anyu. She suddenly parted her jade-like lips, but no sound came out. Instead, her voice manifested directly inside his mind, a silken thread of thought delivered with chilling precision.

“Senior, do you really like Maidservant Attire? Would you like me to wear one for you to see?”

“Cough, cough!” Shen Anyu choked, the unexpected mental intrusion catching him completely off guard.

The little maid Ruan Lingshan immediately rushed to his side, gently patting his back with a worried expression. “Master, did you choke?”

Shen Anyu waved his hand, indicating he was fine.

At this moment, Ye Liyou transmitted another message:

“Senior, do you like the title ‘Master’? Would you like Liyou to call you that privately?”You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.