The Rich Second-Generation Villain With No Morals

Chapter 50: If I’m the Demon King, Then You’re the Demon Queen:

Inside the classroom, Qi Lin sat in the front row while Qi Xueyao stood at the podium.

Qi Lin leaned back lazily in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, watching Qi Xueyao with an amused expression.

She wore a stylish Chanel-inspired outfit, her slender legs wrapped in sheer black stockings, high heels clicking against the floor as she pointed at the blackboard with a teaching stick. Her beautiful eyes, however, were filled with both embarrassment and anger as she glared at Qi Lin.

She had no idea what nonsense this guy was up to.

The classroom had a perfectly normal learning atmosphere before he arrived. But the moment Qi Lin walked in, everything changed.

He made her stand on the podium and give a lecture.

Then, when he didn’t pay attention, she tried to punish him.

But the punishment… was kissing him on the cheek?

“What kind of ridiculous rule is this?”

Qi Xueyao pressed her hand against her forehead, completely speechless at this shameless rich brat.

But under someone else’s roof, she had no choice but to comply.

After standing all day, her back was aching, yet she forced herself to focus. She stepped down from the podium, walked up to Qi Lin, and said, “Come here. I need to hit you.”

Qi Xueyao truly resented him, so she had no trouble getting into character.

Qi Lin played along, tilting his face toward her as if inviting her punishment.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and quickly pecked his cheek before pulling away, intending to rinse her mouth immediately.

But Qi Lin, who had been waiting for this, wouldn’t let her escape so easily.

“Mmph!”

Qi Xueyao’s beautiful eyes widened in shock, staring in disbelief at the mischievous smirk in front of her.

A second later, shame and fury overwhelmed her, and she raised her hand to slap him.

But before she could, Qi Lin caught her wrist effortlessly.

She tried to turn her head away, but he grabbed her chin, holding her in place.

At that moment, Qi Lin’s dark eyes reflected a mixture of satisfaction, arrogance, and even a trace of confusion.

In his past life, he had admired Qi Xueyao, only for her to mock him as worthless.

When he had asked for her help, he had been desperate and nervous, only to be humiliated and kicked out of her house.

Was it wrong to like someone? Of course not!

Then why had she been able to trample on him so ruthlessly?

At this moment, Qi Lin had an epiphany.

This world didn’t care about love—it was about power.

As long as he was happy, nothing else mattered.

Let the heavens collapse. Let the sun and moon dim.

In his past life, Qi Xueyao had everything—love, career, and fame.

But in this life, Qi Lin would take it all from her.

She belonged to him. Everything she built would be his.

For the rest of her life, she would live under his shadow, dependent on his mercy.

That would be his revenge.

“You bastard! You despicable scoundrel! I’m going to tell your parents! I’m going to call the police and have you arrested!”

Qi Lin finally let go, and Qi Xueyao instantly shoved him away, furiously wiping her lips, tears streaming down her face.

But Qi Lin remained completely unfazed.

“Are you joking, Xueyao? You want to tell my parents? What, are you announcing that you want to be their daughter-in-law?”

“Haha, and calling the police? That’s even funnier. Do you really think they’ll arrest me just for a kiss? At most, they’ll think it’s just a little lovers’ quarrel.”

Qi Xueyao’s face was filled with despair.

Yes. So what if Qi Lin stole her first kiss?

It wasn’t as if he had taken her purity.

His parents would take his side. The police wouldn’t care.

Even her own parents would think it was a good thing—two families, well-matched, knowing each other well.

“God, why? Why is the whole world on this bastard’s side? Do good people really never get rewarded?”

Qi Xueyao sobbed.

Qi Lin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Qi Xueyao, if anyone else said that, I wouldn’t even care. But you? Do you really have the right to say that?”

“If I’m a heartless villain, then you’re a demon queen. You’ll become a ruthless capitalist, someone who’s indifferent to even her own family. Do you understand?”

Qi Xueyao didn’t believe a word of it.

Her tear-filled eyes burned with rage as she glared at him.

“Never! I will never become that kind of person. I will never live in the same world as you!”

Qi Lin shrugged. “Then let’s wait and see.”

Qi Xueyao didn’t want to argue with him anymore.

“Get out. Now. Leave my classroom!”

She pointed to the door, her voice trembling with anger.

Qi Lin chuckled.

“And what if I don’t? What can you do? Go ahead, scream louder. Bring Jiang Lei over and let him know I kissed you.”

“You—!”

Qi Xueyao’s face turned red with fury.

Despite how upset she was, she didn’t dare let Jiang Lei know about this.

Jiang Lei was a traditional man. That was why he had agreed to wait until after marriage before being intimate with her.

If he found out that Qi Lin had stolen her first kiss, he might actually try to kill Qi Lin.

Of course, Qi Lin dying didn’t matter—but Jiang Lei would be ruined too.

“Ah, but kisses don’t fill the stomach,” Qi Lin sighed dramatically. “I should go find Jiang Lei and ask him to treat me to dinner.”

He stretched his arms lazily and started walking toward Jiang Lei’s office.

Qi Xueyao panicked.

She quickly wiped her tears, ignoring her own sadness, and ran after him.

She was terrified that Qi Lin was about to do something outrageous again.