Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist's Mother to Have Children-Chapter 162

Chapter 162

“Oh, right...”

As the police car was about to enter the station, Xu Hao suddenly spoke up.

“You should interrogate Luo Yan properly.”

Liu Yiran glanced at him, her expression strange.

She had heard Luo Yan refer to Yu Yun as “aunt.”

Xu Hao’s meaning was obvious—not only was he targeting Luo Yan’s aunt, but he also wanted to teach him a lesson.

She had no idea how Luo Yan had offended Xu Hao, but she silently mourned for him for two and a half seconds.

“That... doesn’t seem right. After all, he helped save Sister Yu’s daughter.”

Liu Yiran hesitated.

Though she had submitted to Xu Hao, her sense of justice remained.

Unless Xu Hao insisted, she wouldn’t twist facts or abuse her authority.

Xu Hao knew her personality—and of course, he had a countermeasure ready.

“Aren’t you curious how he managed to take on dozens of people alone, striking vital points with every move? His techniques resemble those of that criminal organization...”

“You mean...”

Liu Yiran’s playful mood vanished, her expression turning serious.

“He’s from the Dark World?”

“Why don’t you investigate and find out? All I can say is—he’s at the mid-stage of Huajin.”

Xu Hao guided her smoothly.

Liu Yiran’s pupils contracted.

She herself was a late-stage Anjin expert.

After being with Xu Hao, she advanced by a small realm.

She knew exactly what mid-stage Huajin meant.

Combined with Luo Yan’s ruthless fighting style, it was highly likely he came from that place.

Even if he didn’t, the brutality of his moves proved he had blood on his hands.

Interrogating him wouldn’t bring her any guilt.

People from the Dark World were lawless and unpredictable.

If his identity was confirmed, he’d either be detained or deported.

Seeing her reaction, Xu Hao smiled.

He hadn’t outright exposed Luo Yan’s background—this level of implication was perfect.

He wanted Luo Yan punished, but not destroyed.

Deportation? No way.

He still needed to harvest emotional points from him.

At the police station, Little Knives Gang members were hauled out of the vehicles.

An officer approached Liu Yiran for instructions.

She acted perfectly normal—still the cold, elegant police beauty everyone knew.

But Luo Yan, with his sharp observation skills, noticed something off.

Her eyes shimmered with unsated desire, and her skin carried a faint flush.

Since she had ridden in the same car as Xu Hao, Luo Yan could guess what had happened.

His heart ached.

You’re a police officer! How could you mess around with Xu Hao in the car?

Where’s your professionalism?

Are you treating your job as some kind of roleplay fetish?!

Seeing the adoring looks other officers gave Liu Yiran, Luo Yan felt a pang of bitterness.

You all worship her as a goddess...

Little do you know, Xu Hao had his way with her the entire ride back.

The thought of Xu Hao teasing the stunning police beauty into submission made Luo Yan want to vomit blood.

But what came next made him even angrier.

“Take them all to the detention center.”

Liu Yiran waved her hand.

“Yes, ma’am!”

The officer saluted and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Liu Yiran stopped him, then pointed at Luo Yan.

“Take him to Interrogation Room Zero. Grill him thoroughly.”

The officer was stunned.

Interrogation Room Zero was reserved for martial artists—its methods were brutal.

For the police beauty to order this meant she intended to break him.

They were used to Liu Yiran’s fiery temper.

She often dragged vicious criminals into that room for enhanced questioning.

Violent offenders who mocked the law?

Her solution was simple: electrocution, whipping—whatever it took to make them confess.

Though puzzled (Luo Yan had saved the girl), the officer obeyed without question.

Just as Luo Yan was about to be taken away, Xu Hao’s voice rang out again.

“First time at a police station—feels refreshing. Officer Liu, could you give me a tour? Especially... your office?”

His tone carried a hidden meaning, his gaze lingering.

Liu Yiran’s legs nearly gave out.

Xu Hao had already almost devoured her in the car.

Now he wanted to visit her office?

What else could he possibly want?

She shot him a glare but maintained her composure, instructing her subordinates before leading Xu Hao away.

Luo Yan caught their exchange.

He instantly knew what they were about to do.

His face darkened.

“You’re a police officer! This is a sacred place! How dare you take Xu Hao to your office for—”

He cursed her inwardly, but envy burned hotter.

If he had a police beauty this stunning as his woman, he’d lose his mind with joy.

Yet here was Xu Hao, living his wildest fantasy—and training her to obey his every whim.

[Ding… Luo Yan is consumed by hatred, +888 emotional points…]

“Move it. Why are you standing there?”

An officer shoved Luo Yan forward.

Two officers escorted him to a secluded interrogation room.

The moment he entered, Luo Yan sensed trouble.

They forced him into an alloy-reinforced chair.

The questioning began.

“Start talking. Taking down an entire gang alone—what’s your background?”

Luo Yan frowned.

“What’s the meaning of this? I saved someone! You said this was just a statement!”

“Answer the questions. No backtalk.”

An officer slammed the table.

“Confess, and we’ll go easy. Resist, and we’ll make you talk.”

This was their captain’s order—this guy was suspicious.

Luo Yan leaned back lazily, eyes half-lidded.

No way he’d cooperate.

He couldn’t admit he was “Yan Luo,” a top-tier assassin.

China was a forbidden zone for mercenaries.

If his identity leaked, the government would lose its mind.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t fight a nation.

So he stayed silent.

He had acted to save someone—they couldn’t punish him for that.

An officer smirked.

“Won’t talk? Fine. Don’t blame us for what comes next.”

He pressed a button on the table.

Click… Clack…

Luo Yan remained unfazed.

After years in the Dark World, threats meant nothing.

But then—

Metal clamps shot from the chair, locking his wrists and ankles in place.

Luo Yan’s expression darkened as he tested the restraints.

The alloy held firm—he couldn’t break free immediately.

“Save your strength. This chair was designed for martial artists like you.”

“Talk now, or we’ll persuade you.”

Luo Yan’s face twitched.

I underestimated them.

After six months back in the city, he’d grown complacent.

Before Xu Hao, no one had threatened him.

But most of all—

He never expected the police to turn on him.

I’m the damn rescuer!

Though the chair was reinforced, breaking free would only worsen things.

They’d label him “resisting arrest,” drawing higher authorities’ attention.

After a tense silence, Luo Yan spoke coldly.

“I’m not a criminal. Is this how you treat civilians? Does your superior know?”

The officer scoffed.

“Our superior is Captain Liu.”

Liu Yiran had a unique status—she often bent the rules.

With her backing, they feared nothing.

“Last chance. Who are you? What’s your past?”

“I’m just an ordinary citizen.”

Luo Yan played innocent.

“Heh… Guess we’ll have to convince you.”

The officer pressed another button.

Bzzzt…

Electricity surged from the chair beneath Luo Yan.

His entire body went numb instantly.

But his physical resilience was strong—he could endure it.

The officer cranked the voltage to maximum.

Luo Yan’s muscles locked up.

Only when he was on the verge of collapse did they finally switch it off.

By then, his hair stood on end, thin trails of smoke rising from his scalp. His eyes stared blankly ahead.

“Ready to talk now?”

Another officer picked up a whip and stepped in front of Luo Yan.

The unspoken threat was clear: Talk, or taste the lash.

They’d learned this from their captain—when dealing with vicious criminals, mercy was a weakness.

Luo Yan slowly regained awareness.

His icy gaze swept over the two officers.

Never in his life had he suffered such humiliation.

When his eyes locked onto them, the officers felt a chill crawl down their spines.

Goosebumps erupted across their skin.

For a fleeting moment, it was as if they’d been plunged into an abyss.

Then Luo Yan reined in his killing intent.

The pressure vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.

The officers exchanged uneasy glances, now doubly convinced this man was dangerous.

One of them steeled himself and barked, “Answer the question! Are you deaf?”

Luo Yan remained silent, his stare unyielding.

“Oh, you think you’re tough?”

The whip-wielding officer, unnerved by that gaze, drew back his arm—

Crack!

The lash struck Luo Yan’s torso, the sound echoing in the confined space.

The officer immediately felt better.

He landed several more strikes.

Luo Yan’s body was resilient—the whip couldn’t break his skin.

But the indignity burned worse than any wound.

The once-feared “Yan Luo,” a name that made the Dark World tremble…

Now sat bound, tormented by two insignificant ants.

A tiger bullied by dogs.

Rage simmered in his chest with no outlet.

That was the true torture.

Why?

Captain Liu hadn’t treated him poorly earlier—she’d even acknowledged his relation to Yu Yun.

What made her suddenly order this?

He replayed the moment in his mind: Liu Yiran’s flushed face, her eyes glazed with desire after being teased by Xu Hao.

Then it clicked.

Xu Hao.

This was his doing.

While Xu Hao took the police beauty to her office for pleasure…

Luo Yan rotted in this hellhole.

Bastard!

[Ding… Luo Yan’s fury intensifies, +987 emotional points…][Ding… Luo Yan’s rage boils over, +999 emotional points…]

Meanwhile, Xu Hao was indeed “galloping at full speed.”

What’s a man’s favorite thing to hear from a woman?

—”I want it.”

And his greatest fear?

—”I still want more.”

But Xu Hao was no ordinary man.

However much she demanded, he delivered—a perpetual motion machine in human form.

Over an hour later…

Liu Yiran finally exhaled in relief.

No longer did she have to stifle her moans.

The fear of being overheard by colleagues outside had nearly driven her mad.

As she straightened her uniform, she shot Xu Hao a reproachful look.

This is all your fault.

Xu Hao patted her head like a proud father comforting his daughter.

By the time Xu Hao left the station, it was past 10 PM.

His car pulled into the mansion driveway.

Su Wanqiu—the protagonist’s stunning stepmother—had already retired, prioritizing her unborn child’s health.

But his daughters were still awake, gathered intently around the living room poker game.

So engrossed they didn’t even notice his return.

“What’s the game?”

Xu Hao leaned in curiously.

Xu Huayi explained without looking up, “Whoever loses has to handle Dad’s bedtime routine.”

Then she slammed down her cards with a triumphant laugh. “Hah! I win!”

Xu Shiqing and Xu Feiyan soon followed, discarding their hands.

Only Xu Hongzhuang and her best friend Xiao Wanling remained locked in battle.

After a prolonged stalemate, they declared a draw.

“Now what?”

Xu Hongzhuang eyed her cards. “Rematch?”

Xu Huayi vetoed instantly. “Nope! You both lost—just share the task.”

Xu Feiyan added mischievously, “Perfect. Since it’s Wanling-jie’s first time serving Dad, you can guide her, Third Sis~”

Xu Hongzhuang glared at her sisters.

First time?

Please. She’s been with Dad for ages.

In the bathroom, Xu Hao waved them off. “Just a quick shower tonight—no need for help.”

Xu Hongzhuang was about to retreat when Xiao Wanling boldly stepped forward.

“Nope! A bet’s a bet. I’ll scrub Uncle Xu’s back.”

Now that her relationship with “Uncle Xu” was out in the open, Xiao Wanling threw caution to the wind.

In fact, the thrill of exposure only heightened the excitement.

Before Xu Hongzhuang could react, her best friend slipped into Xu Hao’s shower.

Seconds later—

Thud.

Xu Hongzhuang’s fists clenched.

Hard.

And not just her fists.

How dare she?!

Did her best friend have no shame?

All their sisters were right outside!

Couldn’t she at least keep it down?!

“Third Sis, are you done yet? Bedtime…”

Xu Shiqing peeked around the corner, spotting Xu Hongzhuang frozen by the door.

Xu Hongzhuang jolted, hastily covering. “Almost!”

Resentment simmered in her heart.

What kind of twisted fate is this?

Her best friend was in the shower with her father…

And she was stuck playing lookout.