Raising a Villain Went Wrong (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1
My heart pounded.
I bit my lip tightly.
The red lips of the face drawing near traced a bewitching curve.
“Yeon A.”
Did he really have to call my name so sweetly? My ears tingled, yet for some reason, cold sweat broke out.
I lowered my head deeply.
“M-Master.”
At that, he drew closer and gripped my chin, lifting my face.
“Why are you bowing your head like that? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you—you should let me look properly. Anywhere hurt?”
Goosebumps prickled across my chin and cheeks where his fingers touched. It was an instinctive fear toward something both beautiful and powerful.
Suppressing the urge to push him away, I forced an awkward smile.
“I-I’ve been well.”
“…Really?”
His voice dropped instantly.
‘Did I just step on a landmine!’
Startled, I glanced up cautiously—his beautiful face was beaming with a bright smile.
‘Ah, this isn’t good.’
A red warning light flashed in my mind. In all the ten years I’d been reincarnated here, this man had never once smiled like this for anything good.
This guy, Dan Mok Bi, continued speaking with a meltingly sweet smile—each word felt sharp as thorns.
“I’ve been well too. Just as Yeon I asked, I haven’t tormented anyone, held back even when I wanted to kill, and helped the weak. Everyone’s been praising me as a noble young master brimming with righteous courage.”
“Well, that’s good then.”
If others were praising him, wasn’t that a good thing?
‘Even while I was away, he tried his best to follow my words.’
Honestly, I could’ve easily dismissed it as just a servant’s idle remark, but I felt a little touched.
I’d meant to say he’d done well because I was proud of him—but Dan Mok Bi’s eyes froze coldly.
“Do you really think so? While my insides are rotting away?”
His reputation had shifted from the cursed second young master of the Dan Mok Clan to a noble youth overflowing with righteous spirit—what exactly was the problem?
‘Why is his insides rotting? He should just enjoy living in the spotlight now.’
I rolled my eyes, watching Dan Mok Bi carefully.
Just then, Dan Mok Bi’s arm pulled me into his embrace. My heart thudded as our gazes suddenly drew close.
Dan Mok Bi whispered in a chilling voice.
“Why did you run away, Yeon A?”
“Well…”
I had so much I wanted to say. That you’re about to wed, that you no longer need me, and that I can’t keep relying on you forever—I need to find my own life.
More than anything, I hadn’t run away. I’d been driven out.
“Think carefully before you answer.”
But I couldn’t speak plainly. I knew that the moment I spoke, several heads would roll.
‘If he finds out I was cast out, he won’t stay quiet.’
He’d surely clash even with his own father, who’d banished me.
‘He’s only just started gaining his father’s approval. I can’t let our relationship fall apart because of me.’
So helplessly, I just bit my lip tightly again. Dan Mok Bi, realizing I’d never answer, smiled brightly and asked once more.
“Did you really do well without me?”
“…”
A large finger slowly reached out and gently cupped my cheek.
Facing such a frightening threat, yet being handled like fragile glass—it made tears well up for no reason. His complex feelings toward me seemed to transmit fully and clearly.
‘What on earth am I supposed to say?’
Truthfully, if this was karma, then it was mine.
After all, I was the original author of this novel, and this guy was the final villain.
But at the same time, it felt unjust.
‘I never wrote you this ruthlessly!’
You promised to live kindly, Master.
Why are you treating only me like this?!
The martial arts novel [Hwa Mu Ship Il Hong].
A classic wuxia tale where the righteous hero defeats the villain tormented by inferiority, winning love and friendship.
‘The best part was when it was revealed the final villain was the male lead’s twin brother.’
I don’t even know why I thought that.
‘Amazing, me!’
Why am I suddenly praising myself?
‘Because I’m the original author of that novel.’
That wuxia novel was my very first work—and I poured tremendous effort into writing it. When the protagonist laughed, I laughed; when he cried, I cried too.
While writing, I kept thinking:
‘I really want to see just how handsome my kid turned out.’
After all, Dan Mok Chang, the male lead of [Hwa Mu Ship Il Hong], was set as an unrivaled beauty dominating the martial world.
…but that didn’t mean I actually wanted to enter the novel’s world!
Perhaps it was because I was too obsessed with my first novel. When I opened my eyes, I found myself reincarnated into the world of [Hwa Mu Ship Il Hong].
Specifically, as a young servant working at the Dan Mok Clan estate in Zhejiang Province.
When I first realized I’d been reincarnated, these words automatically spilled from my mouth:
“I’m ruined. How am I supposed to survive in a world like this?”
Of course. This world had no phones, electricity, or cars.
Not even shampoo or basic necessities like soap.
“Isn’t there something like medicine to repel mosquitoes?”
There wasn’t even insect repellent.
It was my first week after reincarnation. Summer. I was locked in a desperate battle against bugs.
‘Ugh, seriously. I can’t sleep at all because of the mosquitoes.’
There were no incense sticks to drive mosquitoes away here, nor any ointment to apply after bites.
Scratching the bitten spots vigorously, I sighed.
‘Out of all the things to worry about after reincarnating, it’s just mosquito extermination?’
Even I thought it was ridiculous.
An older servant handed me a wooden tub filled with laundry and chuckled.
“If something like that existed, we wouldn’t get bitten. And we wouldn’t have to listen to Madam’s irritated complaints either.”
Lady Lee, the mistress of the Dan Mok Clan, had just been fiercely scolding servants to catch all the mosquitoes around the estate.
‘So the misery of mosquitoes is the same regardless of social status.’
It comforted me slightly to know I wasn’t suffering alone. I shrugged my shoulders, holding the laundry basket.
“Even a martial arts master would look funny if bitten by a mosquito on the eye.”
Imagining my beloved male lead struggling with mosquitoes made me laugh.
‘Maybe it’d even be cute.’
After all, I’d designed Dan Mok Chang’s appearance as the ultimate flower-like beauty.
‘Flower-like beauties are cute even when picking their noses, after all.’
Just as I was lost in such trivial thoughts, the older servant immediately crushed my imagination.
“They say martial arts masters never get bitten.”
“Huh?”
“Once your body becomes like Adamantine, even mosquito stings can’t pierce through.”
“Ohh.”
Martial arts had that effect!
‘That’s kind of enviable.’
Carrying the heavy laundry tub toward the stream, groaning with effort, I sank into slightly impure thoughts.
‘Maybe I should use an author’s cheat code?’
The tub was too heavy, my reincarnated body was only nine years old, and sweating only attracted more bugs.
Before I knew it, this thought naturally arose.
‘Why don’t I just become a martial arts master myself!’
I didn’t have a good teacher, but I knew exactly where all the fated opportunities were—the very ones that would make Dan Mok Chang an unrivaled expert.
‘Wouldn’t it be fine if I took just one of them for myself?’
Sure, my kid would have to work harder if I stole his opportunity.
‘But I don’t even know what the protagonist looks like anyway.’
This darn estate. Its walls were so high that in the entire week since my reincarnation, I hadn’t even glimpsed the male lead’s robe collar once.
It was already unfair enough to be suddenly reincarnated—now I couldn’t even see the male lead’s face.
“Sigh, why is life like this?”
I finally set down the tub and sighed deeply enough to sink the earth. The servant, seeing me struggle, simply turned and walked away without a word.
“If you don’t finish washing all this, you won’t get any food, you know?”
He left with that one cold remark.
‘Another day spent washing laundry from morning till night.’
According to the servant, if I wanted even a bowl of rice, I needed to hurry and start washing—but my legs felt as heavy as lead, and I couldn’t get up.
‘When you’re this exhausted, you need something sweet to regain your strength.’
As I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, a bright red, pretty circle caught my eye.
“Huh? A plum.”
It was a plum!
I’d just been wishing for something sweet, and suddenly one appeared before me. What incredible luck!
Like a squirrel, I scampered over and took a big bite of the ripe plum that had fallen to the ground. The sweet juice burst in my mouth, nearly bringing tears to my eyes.
“Never in my life did I think I’d be so happy to see a plum.”
Sugar and salt were so precious here that I could only eat bland food all the time.
But this ripe plum I’d just tasted was incredibly soft and sweet.
“Ah, delicious.”
After thoroughly sucking every drop from my fingers, I immediately turned my eyes to the plum tree.
“I need another one.”
More plums hung heavily on the branches beyond the wall than those that had fallen to the ground.
‘If I just reach out, I should be able to touch them.’
I stepped through the open gate and stretched toward a low branch within my reach.
Just then, a clear voice rang out.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh?”
Startled, I turned around—I’d been so absorbed in picking plums.
Behind me stood a boy in strange attire, draped in wide, silvery-blue fabric like a blanket.
His black hair and eyes so dark the pupils were indistinguishable were strikingly impressive.
‘Wow, he looks like a doll.’
As I stared blankly at the boy’s face, his pale forehead creased slightly.
“What are you doing here? Haven’t you heard you’re not allowed to enter?”
I hadn’t heard anything like that. Honestly, I’d only just been reincarnated—I barely knew anything except my own three-character name.
Rubbing the plum against my sleeve to clean it, I asked,
“What’s this place? Does a ghost come out or something?”
“Well… something similar does appear.”
At the boy’s words, I took a big bite of the now-smooth plum. The sweet juice made me smile involuntarily.
“Then I’m not scared at all. Ghosts only appear to those who believe in them, you know.”
Surprised by my response, the boy’s eyes widened. He asked suspiciously,
“…You don’t believe in ghosts?”
“Of course not.”
“Not even goblins or monsters?”
“Oh, little one.”
I placed my hands on my hips and answered confidently.
“Those are just stories. I’m a storyteller. I swallow all ghost tales and turn them into my own stories—that’s all.”
“A storyteller?”
My answer made the boy’s face crease seriously again.
“Aren’t you just a servant?”
“Well… let’s call it a side hustle.”
“A side hustle?”
“That’s a thing.”
I was indeed a servant—but also an author.
Once I got used to this world, I planned to write again.
Tossing away the plum seed after finishing it, I asked,
“If it’s forbidden to enter, why are you here?”
“I must be a ghost, then.”
The boy put on a cold expression, trying to look scary. I poked his forehead with my finger.
“Don’t lie. Where have you ever seen a ghost as cute as you?”
“Cute? Me?”
“Yep.”
Anyone could see his face was adorable—why did he look so shocked, as if hearing it for the first time?
‘He looks like the kind of kid strangers would hand candy to just for walking past.’
Unfortunately, I had no candy. I gestured toward the tree with my chin and asked,
“Do you want a plum too? Should I pick one for you?”
The boy flinched in surprise at my question, fidgeting his fingers before replying,
“…I didn’t even know things like this grew.”
“Well, now you know.”
Why didn’t he know something so basic? Judging by his appearance, he seemed to live here.
Without hesitation, I plucked a soft plum and held it out to him.
“Go ahead, eat.”
The boy hesitated, then took the plum with his small hand. He nibbled gently at the pointed tip. The red skin split open, and juice oozed out with a soft plop. Blinking, he murmured softly,
“…Sweet.”
His wide-open eyes were adorable. I smiled faintly, watching him take small bites of the plum. When he finished, I said to him,
“Give me your hand too.”
The boy tilted his head curiously and held out his hand. I grabbed his wrist and wiped his palm briskly with my sleeve.
“Your hands will be sticky—wash them again with water later.”
“You…”
The boy, his wrist still held, looked at me with a serious expression.
“You might die soon.”
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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