Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist's Mother to Have Children-Chapter 55

Chapter 55

“Thank you all for attending this concert... I now declare the concert officially open! Please welcome the internationally renowned pianist, Mr. Edward!”

As the host finished the opening speech, an elderly man with a head full of white hair but a spirited demeanor took the stage.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Edward was a giant in the music world, and most of the attendees were there specifically for him.

Why only “most” of them?

Because among the crowd were some wealthy second-generation heirs and *nouveau riche who had no real appreciation for music.

[*modern or up to date.]

They were here simply to flaunt their status...

In short, they were paying money just to suffer through it.

And then there was Xu Hao.

He had no interest in so-called piano masters.

He bought a ticket for an entirely different reason.

Edward spoke in a foreign language, with someone beside him translating his words.

Another round of applause followed.

After a brief introduction, Edward sat before the grand piano on the elevated stage.

As his fingers danced skillfully across the keys, a melodious tune resonated throughout the hall.

Almost everyone held their breath, closing their eyes slightly to immerse themselves in the rhythmic melody.

Edward was internationally recognized as a master pianist—his skills were beyond question.

The music filled the ears of the audience, bringing them a sense of delight.

The rhythm and melody were so enchanting that even those unfamiliar with music found themselves absorbed in it.

Inside a private cabin—

Xu Hao yawned.

Was this it?

This was the level of an international master?

It was miles away from his own grandmaster-level piano skills...

The piece being played was also quite cliché, nowhere near the legendary compositions from his past life.

While he found it rather dull, Xu Hongzhuang was watching intently, looking like a student deeply engrossed in a lesson, afraid to miss a single detail.

Noticing her expression, Xu Hao smiled slightly.

Winning over this third daughter was going smoothly.

Feeling the warmth on his arms, he realized it was Shiqing and Huayi clinging to him on either side.

After some time of hands-on teaching, the two daughters had grown increasingly dependent on him...

This sense of nurturing gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

But joy is always fleeting.

Before anyone knew it, an hour had passed.

The audience, completely immersed in the music, had lost track of time.

The host returned to the stage and announced the concert’s conclusion.

Edward stood up and bowed to the audience in gratitude.

“Amazing! That was incredible, truly worthy of an international master!”

“Absolutely mesmerizing! Even someone like me, who has no real appreciation for music, was completely captivated.”

“I’ve always loved Edward’s piano pieces. They sounded great online, but hearing them live is on another level!”

“Totally worth the trip! Even with the high ticket prices, it was worth every penny...”

Applause erupted once more.

The crowd whispered among themselves, all full of admiration for Edward.

Suddenly, amidst all the praise—

A discordant voice broke the harmony.

“Hah! International piano master? Hardly impressive.”

This was a public event, attended mostly by cultured elites, so the murmuring was not loud.

But this voice, neither too loud nor too soft, reached everyone’s ears clearly.

Shhh...

The entire hall fell silent.

All eyes turned in unison toward the source of the voice.

Who dared to challenge the skills of an internationally acclaimed pianist?

Edward was universally recognized as a master, and everyone had thoroughly enjoyed his performance.

This person was obviously just trying to stir up trouble.

In a dimly lit corner, the crowd spotted a scruffy, unkempt figure dressed in ragged clothes.

Who else could it be but Zheng Feifan?

“Holy crap?! Did I mishear that? Did those words actually come out of his mouth?”

“Wait... what gives him the right? Who gave him the confidence to criticize an international master? Liang Jingru?”

“Just look at him! He’s clearly not a concert hall employee, and he doesn’t even have a seat. Did he sneak in?”

“What are the security guards doing? Letting a beggar in here? This is degrading our social standing!”

“Someone, call security and get this guy out of here! He doesn’t belong with us...”

The audience erupted in an uproar, pointing at Zheng Feifan with scorn and mockery.

But standing at the eye of the storm, Zheng Feifan remained unfazed.

A smirk played at his lips, his eyes full of mischief, his expression confident.

He had spent years in the dark underworld—his skills extended far beyond just killing.

He had dabbled in countless fields, and piano was no exception.

He had studied piano for a few years.

The moment he saw this so-called international master perform, he already had a measure of his abilities.

And it nearly made him laugh himself sick.

A flurry of fancy moves, but the result was nowhere near as good as his own playing.

Watching the crowd shower Edward with praise, Zheng Feifan couldn’t help but interject.

Of course, he did it on purpose.

Was this level of skill really worth all that admiration?

If he played a piece himself, wouldn’t these people’s jaws drop to the floor?

More importantly, he wanted to impress his beautiful landlady, Xiao Wanling.

No, wait... not just her.

There were also Xu Hao’s three daughters.

He wanted them all to witness his piano prowess.

Just imagining their faces filled with awe and admiration made Zheng Feifan excited.

Xiao Wanling was indeed looking at him.

But her gaze wasn’t one of admiration—it was the kind of look one gives an idiot.

She had no idea how he snuck in without a ticket.

But openly mocking an international piano master?

Was he mentally unstable?

Xiao Wanling was starting to regret renting her place to this guy...

Maybe he had escaped from a mental institution.

No, she had to find a way to evict him as soon as possible.

“Dad, look! He looks just like a clown!”

Xu Huayi tugged at Xu Hao’s arm, pointing at Zheng Feifan in the corner.

“Little sister, how can you say that?”

Xu Shiqing frowned at her.

Even if he was a clown, wasn’t it a bit too blunt to say it out loud?

Shouldn’t she maintain the elegance of a proper lady?

Xu Hao ruffled Xu Huayi’s hair and said meaningfully,

“Your sister is right. Don’t be fooled by surface appearances...”

He planned to use this moment to justify his past coldness toward them.

There was a reason for everything—his daughters had been misled.

“Huh? Dad, what do you mean? Are you saying he’s not a clown?”

Xu Huayi was curious.

Shhh...

Xu Shiqing, Xu Hongzhuang, and Su Wanqiu all turned their eyes toward Xu Hao.

To them—

That scruffy young man was just an attention-seeking clown.

But from what Xu Hao said, he seemed to have a different view.

“His behavior is indeed exaggerated, and he’s clearly trying to attract attention, but what I see in his eyes is confidence...”

“Based on my experience, whether or not his piano skills surpass Edward’s is uncertain—but he definitely has real talent.”

The girls were taken aback and immediately looked at Zheng Feifan again.

Indeed, despite being the target of scorn from the entire hall, he remained calm and composed.

“If his piano skills are really that great, then why can’t he even afford decent clothes?”

“Just look at that tattered T-shirt and those washed-out jeans with holes...”

Xu Shiqing furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Maybe he’s just playing dumb to catch a tiger off guard,” Xu Hao mused.

“He clearly has the skills but pretends to be weak, deliberately attracting ridicule from others.”

“When people around him start looking down on him, he steps forward and slaps them in the face, finding satisfaction in proving them wrong.”

Xu Hao began warning his daughters about the protagonist, making them realize how deceitful people can be.

“Never befriend the opposite sex. As for boyfriends? Don’t even think about it. You have me, your father, and that’s enough...”

And to be fair, he wasn’t wrong.

The author wrote it this way to create contrast—first making the protagonist suffer humiliation, then letting him show off.

Sure enough, both daughters looked disgusted.

“So he’s just a clown? Not just a clown, but seriously messed up.”

“He has the ability to earn respect, yet he chooses to dress like a beggar and enjoys being mocked?”

Hearing that Zheng Feifan was actually talented, the sisters had been somewhat interested at first.

Now, they wished he would disappear from their sight.

Su Wanqiu seemed lost in thought.

Xu Hongzhuang turned away, unwilling to believe Xu Hao’s words.

After all, Edward was an internationally renowned piano master.

Yet that ordinary-looking guy, dressed even more plainly, had the audacity to belittle him?

Was his piano skill really superior to a world-class maestro?

She refused to believe it.

As Edward finished his performance and prepared to leave the stage, he suddenly heard someone dismissing his piano playing.

Having dedicated his entire life to the instrument, he valued it more than his own existence.

He couldn’t tolerate anyone disrespecting it.

However, as a true master, he didn’t immediately lash out.

Instead, he wanted to see what kind of talent dared to mock him.

He turned to the corner where Zheng Feifan stood and said,

“Young man, since you don’t think much of my performance, why don’t you come on stage and play something for the audience? Let’s see if you can truly impress them.”

In the corner—

Security had already been alerted.

Upon hearing that an intruder had entered the concert hall, a group of guards stormed in.

“Aren’t you that beggar? How did you sneak in?”

“I thought we kicked you out earlier! Get lost and stop disturbing everyone!”

The security guards grabbed Zheng Feifan, trying to drag him out.

Just then, Edward’s voice echoed through the hall.

The guards froze in place.

Zheng Feifan shook them off, adjusted his clothes, and flashed a confident smile.

“Why wouldn’t I dare? Today, I’ll show you what a true master looks like.”

Under the stunned gazes of the audience, Zheng Feifan walked onto the grand stage, his head held high.

“What’s your name, young man?”

“Zheng Feifan.”

He introduced himself briefly, waved impatiently, and said,

“Enough talk. Can I start now?”

“Please,” Edward gestured politely, maintaining his composure.

He had noticed the confidence in Zheng Feifan’s eyes and chose not to judge him by appearances.

Instead, he wanted to see what the young man was truly capable of.

If he was just putting on a show, Edward wouldn’t hesitate to put him in his place.

Since his rise to fame, no one had ever questioned his piano skills. Zheng Feifan was the first.

“What the hell? That guy is so arrogant! He’s not even putting Edward in his eyes!”

“This is insane! Letting a beggar perform on stage? If word gets out, we’ll be the laughingstock of high society!”

“Get off the stage! Who do you think you are? Go back to picking up trash where you belong!”

The audience jeered and sneered, showing nothing but disdain for Zheng Feifan.

Yet, he continued to smile.

Keep mocking me.

I’m looking forward to seeing your expressions change.

With a cold smirk, Zheng Feifan took his seat at the piano.

The moment he sat down, his aura shifted.

He placed his fingers on the keys, pressing them lightly to test the sound.

Edward’s eyes lit up.

From just a simple test, he could tell that this young man’s piano skills were far from ordinary.

It was exactly as he had expected.

As Zheng Feifan’s fingers began to dance across the keys, a powerful, soul-stirring melody filled the hall.

The music surged with intensity—urgent, vast, and unyielding, as if carrying the weight of countless battles.

This was an original piece, inspired by his years of survival in the darkest corners of the world.

The audience sat frozen, completely immersed in the performance.

As he struck the final note, the piece came to a close.

Silence.

Every pair of eyes locked onto Zheng Feifan, filled with shock.

This piano piece—its rhythm, its melody—surpassed even the international maestro Edward’s performance.

It transported everyone onto a battlefield, making them feel as though they were part of the fight.

The unbelievable part?

This masterpiece had been played by a so-called beggar.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Someone in the audience started applauding, breaking the silence.

Within moments, thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall.

Edward, still lost in amazement, snapped back to reality and rushed toward Zheng Feifan, his face filled with excitement.

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“Zheng... no, Master Zheng, you are the true maestro! May I have the honor of discussing piano techniques with you?”

Edward had always held piano above all else, even his own life.

Now, with a chance to improve his skills right in front of him, he didn’t hesitate to humble himself.

Zheng Feifan stood up calmly, flashing a faint smile.

“Sorry, my piano skills are not meant to be passed down to outsiders.”

In reality, he just wasn’t in the mood to entertain an old man.

If it were a beautiful woman, maybe he’d consider it.

His gaze naturally drifted toward a certain direction.

As expected, Xiao Wanling looked completely dumbfounded.

Seeing her shocked expression, Zheng Feifan felt a surge of satisfaction.

Thud—

Just then, Edward suddenly dropped to his knees before him.

“Master Zheng—no, please, take me as your disciple!”

“……?????”

“What the hell is going on? Edward is an internationally renowned master, and now he’s kneeling before a beggar?”

“Can’t you see? The so-called beggar actually plays better than Edward.”

“An international piano maestro is begging to be his student... Damn it, he really pulled it off.”

“What kind of madness is this? He’s clearly a piano genius, yet he insists on dressing like a beggar, can’t even afford a ticket... I don’t get it.”

The crowd erupted in shock.

Xiao Wanling was completely stunned by Zheng Feifan’s performance.

She could hardly believe her ears.

Was this still the carefree, flirtatious troublemaker she knew?

How did he suddenly become a completely different person?

On the Grand Stage—

Zheng Feifan froze for a moment, caught off guard by Edward’s unexpected action.

But as he listened to the gasps of amazement around him, a wave of satisfaction washed over him.

An idol worshipped by countless people was now kneeling before him, begging to be his disciple—there was no better feeling.

Still, no matter what, he would never accept a student who was already in his fifties or sixties.

Just as Zheng Feifan was about to refuse, a mesmerizing and ethereal melody suddenly filled the air, transporting everyone into a dreamlike trance…