Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist's Mother to Have Children-Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Xu Family Villa

The atmosphere was lively.

Su Wanqiu and Xiao Wanling sat in the pavilion, sipping tea. To avoid stimulating the baby in Su Wanqiu’s womb, the tea Xiao Wanling brewed was provided by Xu Hao—beneficial for pregnant women.

Su Wanqiu was six months pregnant, her belly slightly rounded. She occasionally caressed it, as if afraid the child might disappear. A blissful smile lingered on her face.

Since her pregnancy became noticeable, she had stopped going to the beauty salon, opting to work remotely from home. Partly because her daughters insisted, and partly because she feared harming the baby—after all, this was her and Xu Hao’s first child.

“Auntie Su, six months along now? Just a few more months until the birth…” Seeing Su Wanqiu’s cheerful mood, Xiao Wanling couldn’t help but glance at her belly, her voice tinged with envy.

“About three more months. I really hope this little one comes out sooner,” Su Wanqiu replied.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Xiao Wanling asked curiously.

She also wanted to have a child for Uncle Xu, but her body refused to cooperate.

“I’d love to know, but your Uncle Xu won’t let me check. He says he’ll love the baby no matter the gender.” Su Wanqiu’s smile deepened.

“Auntie Su, I’m so jealous,” Xiao Wanling said sincerely.

She suspected Uncle Xu forbade the checkup to spare Su Wanqiu unnecessary worry.

How considerate…

Uncle Xu was always so gentle and thoughtful—though sometimes he could be rough, completely disregarding her feelings, lifting her up and…

The memory of those moments with Xu Hao made her face flush.

Su Wanqiu studied her with surprise.

“Wanling, do you want a child too?”

Whoosh—

Xiao Wanling’s face turned even redder.

She did want a child with Uncle Xu.

But the woman before her was his official wife!

Still, she quickly composed herself. After all, the two of them had been together countless times. Su Wanqiu had even introduced her to her close friend.

Strange… Why does Uncle Xu call that auntie ‘sister-in-law’?

With a shy nod, she admitted it.

Su Wanqiu’s expression turned odd.

Xiao Wanling was the best friend of Xu Hongzhuang, their third daughter.

If she had a child with Xu Hao…

What would happen when Third Daughter found out?

How would she address her best friend then?

For some reason, Su Wanqiu felt intensely curious.

In the Courtyard

Xu Shiqing and Xu Huayi were about to graduate from university. With most classes already over, they spent their days at home, practicing painting and calligraphy.

Xu Shiqing had gained some fame recently—thanks to Xu Feiyan, who had won first place in an international painting competition three months ago, amassing a loyal fanbase. Some even offered millions for her artwork.

At the moment, Xu Shiqing wore a JK uniform with white thigh-high socks, radiating youthful energy.

Normally, Xu Shiqing was elegant, mature, and reserved, steering clear of cutesy styles.

Yet here she was, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit.

All because of her younger sister, Xu Huayi.

She had started this competition for their father’s attention—a rivalry fueled by jealousy.

When Fifth Sister Xu Feiyan also acknowledged their father, splitting his affection further, Xu Huayi panicked.

Once, by chance, she sneaked into Xu Hao and Su Wanqiu’s bedroom and stumbled upon a closet filled with various costumes.

The discovery shocked her, her face burning…

Her innocent mind was utterly overwhelmed.

So Daddy likes these outfits?

To win more of Xu Hao’s attention, she began wearing them at home.

Whenever she and her sisters sought his guidance, she always got priority.

Recently, Xu Huayi bought herself a Lolita dress.

And it worked—her lively personality, paired with twin tails, gave her the aura of a grown-up doll.

Xu Hao taught her first for two reasons:

She had put in effort to earn his attention.

He had his own motives—hoping to reap more rewards from his daughters.

Just as he expected, Xu Huayi proposed a bet: Xu Hao would judge which sister had improved the most.

Unsurprisingly, Xu Huayi won.

Since Xu Hao’s calligraphy skills were god-tier and he always taught her first, she had more practice time.

After the sisters grudgingly endured their punishments, they gritted their teeth in frustration.

Little Sister is too cunning!

To get Daddy’s attention, she’ll stoop to anything!

Following the “if you can’t beat them, join them” principle, they too embraced the trend.

And thus began… The Era of Competition.

Xu Huayi, in her Lolita dress and twin tails, lazily practiced calligraphy, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she watched her sisters’ ruined images—all her doing.

Xu Hongzhuang sat on a stone bench, humming a song while holding lyrics in her hand.

She wore a maid outfit.

If her fans saw their idol’s current, utterly collapsed image, their eyes would pop out.

Xu Hongzhuang was huge—a global sensation.

The entire entertainment industry knew her name.

Half a year ago, she went viral with a few songs. Fans clamored for her return, but she kept them waiting.

When she finally reappeared, she took the industry by storm—becoming the CEO of what was once Zhao Media, now Hongzhuang Media.

From a signed artist to a top executive overnight.

With Xu Hao’s help, she released hit after hit—songs and piano pieces so explosive that terms like “diva” or “queen” couldn’t capture her status.

She was legendary.

Her fanbase exploded, and Hongzhuang Media’s valuation skyrocketed. Though not yet in the billions, it was close—around 70-80 billion.

A genius surpassing all divas, the head of a near-billion-dollar empire…

In less than six months, Xu Hongzhuang became an insurmountable icon in entertainment, worshipped by millions.

Yet here she was—wearing a submissive maid outfit.

Training Ground

Two tall, graceful figures darted across the field, locked in combat.

One was Xu Feiyan—178 cm tall, with legs that could “be played with for years.”

The other was Yan Wumei, her fox-like eyes dripping with allure.

Whoosh—

Xu Feiyan lashed out with a sweeping kick.

Yan Wumei barely blocked it, stumbling back from the sheer force.

But Xu Feiyan didn’t let up.

Her combat instincts kicked in—the moment she spotted an opening, she struck.

Like a ghost, she closed the distance, her delicate hand resting on Yan Wumei’s throat.

Yan Wumei froze.

She had lost.

One slight squeeze, and her neck would shatter.

She couldn’t believe it.

Half a year apart…

Xu Feiyan had not only reached the early Dark Force stage but had also honed her skills to an insane degree.

Yan Wumei—the woman who once introduced her to martial arts, her mentor and friend—had been defeated.

How…?

Even with Xu Hao’s training, this progress was unreal.

Half a year ago, when she visited, Xu Feiyan was only at the mid Bright Force stage.

They sparred then, and Yan Wumei barely won.

Soon after, she received word that two rival factions were teaming up against her Red Rose organization.

She rushed back to defend her territory.

For six months, she fought them off.

Finally free, she returned to the Xu family, only to learn Xu Feiyan had broken through to Dark Force.

Shocked, she challenged her immediately.

The result was clear.

Now, Yan Wumei understood one thing:

That time she fought Xu Hao…

He had deliberately left an opening to let her win.

If Xu Feiyan—trained by him—could defeat her at early Dark Force…

Just how strong was Xu Hao himself?

Xu Hao’s strength was undoubtedly far greater…

“Big Sis Yan, slacking off back home really cost you, huh? Now I’ve caught up.”

Xu Feiyan didn’t even need Yan Wumei to suppress her cultivation level to defeat her.

A surge of pride filled her.

Her tone was almost smug.

Yan Wumei could only smile bitterly.

It wasn’t that she had slacked off.

She had simply hit a bottleneck in her cultivation.

Part of it was due to the constant battles with the two rival factions, splitting her focus.

“You’re the one who improved too fast…”

Xu Feiyan nodded in agreement.

Under Daddy’s personal guidance, her progress had been rapid.

Seeing Yan Wumei’s dejected expression, she tried to comfort her.

“All my martial arts were taught by Daddy. Losing to me is nothing to feel bad about.”

Yan Wumei’s eyelid twitched.

Wow. Thanks.

Really great at comforting people.

Please never comfort me again.

She made it sound like Xu Hao was some godly figure beyond her reach.

Weren’t you the one who used to hate him?

Now you’re calling him “Daddy” sweeter than anyone else.

Suppressing the urge to smack this brat, Yan Wumei instead studied Xu Feiyan’s outfit—

A cutesy, anime-inspired costume.

Her gaze lingered on the pair of fluffy animal ears.

She looked like she’d stepped straight out of a manga.

“Feiyan, didn’t you always dream of being a queen? This look is way too adorable. Makes me want to hug you and pat your head.”

“Not very queenly at all…”

Xu Feiyan’s face stiffened.

We could’ve stayed good sisters if you hadn’t brought that up.

Being seen like this by her former mentor was mortifying.

She mentally cursed her little sister, Xu Huayi, for starting this trend.

Avoiding eye contact, she mumbled,

“I’m just wearing it for Daddy.”

“…What?”

Yan Wumei’s eyes widened.

“Feiyan, you… and your dad?”

The implications were too much. She was speechless.

Xu Feiyan rolled her eyes. “You pervert. He’s my real father. It’s not like that!”

“Oh? So if he wasn’t your real dad, it would be like that?”

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“Then why dress like this to ‘please’ him?” Yan Wumei pressed, baffled.

“Blame Xu Huayi…”

Grumbling, Xu Feiyan explained how her sister had started this competition to win Daddy’s attention.

Yan Wumei gradually understood.

Xu Huayi had gone all out—dressing up, preparing meticulously—while her sisters did nothing.

Of course Xu Hao taught her first.

Then came the bet, which she won effortlessly…

Yan Wumei shook her head, amused.

“Your sisters are way too competitive.”

Not wanting to dwell on it, Xu Feiyan changed the subject.

“Big Sis Yan, your combat skills are lacking. Your reflexes are slow too. You need to improve, or I’ll leave you far behind.”

Lacking? Slow?

Yan Wumei stared at her.

Is this a joke?

She was a mid-stage Dark Force expert, the founder of Red Rose—one of Shanghai’s three major underworld powers!

Her battle experience was vast.

And yet, someone was calling her “unskilled”?

Oh. It was Xu Feiyan.

…Never mind.

Compared to the Xu family’s monstrous father-daughter duo, she did have shortcomings.

Wait—

A thought struck Yan Wumei.

She fixed Xu Feiyan with a blazing stare.

Xu Feiyan tensed. “…Big Sis Yan? What are you—”

“You.”

Yan Wumei cut her off.

Xu Feiyan blinked. “Huh?”

With a sly smile, Yan Wumei continued,

“You said I have weaknesses. Teach me.”

She could tell—Xu Feiyan’s techniques were advanced. Learning them might break her bottleneck.

Like Xu Feiyan, she was obsessed with martial arts.

She’d seize any chance to grow stronger.

Especially now, with two rival factions pressuring Red Rose.

If she leveled up, she could crush them outright.

No more schemes. Just brute force.

So seeing an opportunity in Xu Feiyan?

Her eyes glowed.

“Uh…”

Xu Feiyan hesitated.

She’d dressed like this to get Daddy’s personal coaching.

How could she teach someone?

“What, you won’t? After I painstakingly trained you back then—”

“—Now that you’re strong, you forget your teacher?”

Yan Wumei fake-sniffled.

Xu Feiyan caved instantly. “Fine! I’ll try!”

Mimicking Xu Hao’s “hands-on” teaching style, she positioned Yan Wumei in front of her.

Then pressed close from behind, gripping her wrists—

“Ah—!”

Xu Feiyan squeaked.

Her generous chest made “front-to-back” contact impossible.

She could barely reach Yan Wumei’s hands.

After awkwardly guiding her through a few motions, she asked,

“Well? Feel the power flow?”

Yan Wumei looked utterly lost.

“…Are you teaching me martial arts, or leading a dance lesson?”

Xu Feiyan flushed crimson.

Being the student was one thing. Teaching? Hopeless.

She gave up. “If you want to learn, ask Daddy. But you’ll have to wait your turn behind us.”

Yan Wumei knew the drill—Xu Hao prioritized his daughters who “dressed up” for him.

Annoyed by Xu Feiyan’s smugness, she scoffed,

“Pfft. Like I can’t wear a maid outfit?”

Xu Feiyan’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

The seductive queen of the underworld… in frilly anime cosplay?

The mental image is glorious.

Just then, a car pulled into the courtyard.

Daddy was home.

The sisters immediately dropped everything and rushed to greet him.

In seconds, Xu Hao was surrounded by a flock of chattering girls.

“Daddy! Did you bring treats? I want tanghulu again!”

“After eating yours last time, my memory got so sharp!”

Xu Hao held up a hand, then magically produced a handful of lollipops.

“No tanghulu today. But how about these?”

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