Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist's Mother to Have Children-Chapter 65

Chapter 65

“We should go see how Dad teaches…”

Xiao Wanling pulled her best friend and walked out.

Xu Hongzhuang frowned and shot her a glare.

“What do you mean by ‘our dad’? That’s my dad.”

As soon as she said it, she noticed Xiao Wanling’s mischievous grin.

Xu Hongzhuang realized she had been tricked.

She had never even considered calling Xu Hao “Dad,” let alone saying the word out loud.

Yet somehow, Xiao Wanling made her say it so easily…

It felt natural, without any awkwardness.

Because deep down, she had already accepted Xu Hao.

“Xiao Wanling, you dared to trick me? You’re asking for a beating, aren’t you?”

Xu Hongzhuang bared her teeth and lunged, determined to teach her best friend a lesson.

Xiao Wanling wouldn’t let that happen.

She took off running with her long legs.

Following the footprints of Xu Hao and the others, they arrived at the courtyard.

Suddenly, Xiao Wanling stopped in her tracks.

Xu Hongzhuang, still chasing, didn’t expect the sudden halt and crashed right into her.

Luckily, the impact wasn’t too bad.

“Why did you stop so suddenly?”

Xu Hongzhuang rubbed her nose, looking at her friend in frustration.

Xiao Wanling’s eyes were fixed ahead.

A calligraphy piece by Xu Huayi.

“Heaven rewards diligence.”

Each stroke carried immense strength and flowed naturally, exuding a profound artistic conception.

Just looking at it inspired a surge of motivation, pushing one to strive harder.

But what truly shocked her was the fact that Xu Huayi had written it.

A mere college student had produced calligraphy that even grandmasters couldn’t rival.

More importantly—

Xu Huayi was learning from Xu Hao.

If that was the case, then how skilled was Xu Hao’s calligraphy?

And the painting in Xu Shiqing’s hands—

Xu Hao had taught her as well.

Was she going crazy, or had the world gone insane?

Was there anything this man couldn’t do?

Had he maxed out every skill tree?

How on earth did Uncle Xu achieve all this?

“Dad, Dad! Today’s the day my sister and I settle our bet again. Help us see who’s improved more!”

Xu Huayi spoke to Xu Hao, but her sharp eyes remained locked onto her sister, Xu Shiqing.

She didn’t even need Xu Hao’s evaluation.

Their works spoke for themselves.

Although Xu Shiqing’s painting had improved significantly, it still couldn’t compare to her sister’s progress.

Xu Huayi’s piece had begun to carry true artistic intent.

Xu Shiqing knew she had lost.

But she refused to accept it.

How had her sister improved so much more than her?

During the bet, she had kept a close watch to make sure her sister wasn’t secretly grinding her skills.

She had seen Xu Huayi eating, drinking, and sleeping without a care in the world.

Meanwhile, after Xu Huayi went to sleep, she had secretly stayed up practicing.

Yet, she still lost.

Was her talent really that much worse?

It wasn’t about talent.

The gap between a grandmaster and a divine-level artist was as vast as a chasm.

Xu Hao gave a brief evaluation and started a hands-on lesson.

When Xiao Wanling saw Xu Hao’s calligraphy and painting, her suspicions were confirmed.

In her vision—

Xu Hao’s figure became blurry, wrapped in layers of mystery.

She wanted to uncover his secrets.

Little did she know, the moment that thought crossed her mind, she had already fallen into Xu Hao’s grasp.

That night, Xiao Wanling stayed for dinner at the Xu household.

During the meal, she kept sneaking glances at Xu Hao, eager to learn more about him.

Xu Hao remained calm on the surface, but inside, he was amused.

He had a strong feeling—

This heroine might be the easiest one to win over.

He hadn’t even made a move yet, and she was already halfway in his pocket.

After dinner, she chatted with Xu Hongzhuang for a bit before driving home.

By then, night had fallen.

Xu Hao offered to drive her back.

For some reason, Xiao Wanling suddenly felt nervous, like a guilty student afraid of being caught by her teacher.

She quickly refused.

When she pulled up to her house, a shadowy figure startled her.

Under the dim light—

She finally saw the person clearly.

Dressed in worn-out clothes that had been washed threadbare, standing motionless like a ghost in the night—Zheng Feifan.

Xiao Wanling frowned.

What was he doing at her house?

Her parents had passed away early, leaving her with a fortune worth tens of millions and ten apartment units in this complex.

The one Zheng Feifan rented was the farthest from her own.

Ever since she realized he was a scoundrel, she had kept her distance.

Just seeing him annoyed her.

Even after witnessing his piano performance at the concert hall, she felt no admiration—only increased vigilance and disdain.

He played beautifully, yet he didn’t carry himself like a master pianist.

At the very least, he should dress properly.

Instead, he walked around in ragged clothes with holes in them, acting like he was some kind of mysterious cool guy.

If he wanted to act poor, then do it properly.

What was the point of playing piano on stage?

Was he a clown?

“Wanling-jie, you’re finally back! Where were you so late at night?”

The moment she stepped out of the car, Zheng Feifan trotted up to her.

“How is that any of your business?”

Xiao Wanling shot him a cold glare.

“Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?”

“That’s not what I meant…”

Zheng Feifan remained unfazed by her icy tone, flashing a cheeky grin.

“I was just worried about you, Wanling-jie. If something happened to you, who would I pay rent to?”

Xiao Wanling’s brows furrowed, her anger flaring.

“If anyone’s in trouble, it’s you. Your whole family is in trouble.”

“Alright, alright, my bad, I misspoke, okay? Wanling-jie, I really do worry about you.”

Zheng Feifan hurried to apologize, suddenly lowering his voice as if speaking with deep affection.

“Heh.”

Xiao Wanling sneered.

“Quit meddling in my business. You should worry about yourself.”

“Your lease is up in a month. If you don’t pay the rent, I’ll sue you.”

She had already stopped expecting anything from this shameless guy.

She wouldn’t even bother reminding him about the rent.

When the deadline arrived, she’d wait and see.

If he didn’t pay, he could deal with the consequences.

Zheng Feifan was stunned.

Suddenly, everything made sense.

No wonder she hadn’t asked him for rent lately—she was planning to sue him instead.

Something felt off about this script.

Wasn’t it supposed to be: the beautiful landlady keeps chasing after the tenant for rent, but he never pays, leading to constant bickering and growing affection until they naturally fall for each other?

Where did it go wrong?

“Wanling-jie, let’s talk this out. We’re both adults…”

As Xiao Wanling walked toward her house, Zheng Feifan quickly followed.

But before he could finish speaking—

BAM!

The door slammed shut in his face.

If he hadn’t stopped in time, his nose would’ve been smashed.

Zheng Feifan touched his nose, the corners of his lips curling into a devilish grin.

What a fierce woman.

He liked that.

Xiao Wanling got ready, freshened up, and drove off.

But she didn’t know—

Someone was tailing her.

Zheng Feifan had skipped work and waited outside her house since dawn.

She had gone out yesterday and didn’t return until late at night.

Where had she been?

He had to find out.

When she stepped out today, she wore new clothes and light makeup.

She had obviously dressed up on purpose.

She even looked happy.

Zheng Feifan immediately became alert.

Was she going to meet a man?

His gut told him—his position might be in danger.

From the moment he laid eyes on Xiao Wanling, he had decided—

No one else could have this beautiful, intelligent, and kind-hearted landlady.

Hope I’m just overthinking…

A flash of killing intent flickered in Zheng Feifan’s eyes before vanishing. He tailed Xiao Wanling’s car all the way to the Xu family villa.

He let out a long breath.

Now he knew why Xiao Wanling had come here.

Xiao Wanling’s best friend was Xu Hongzhuang, Xu Hao’s daughter.

He had seen the news of Xu Hongzhuang being blacklisted more than once. The internet was buzzing with all kinds of speculation, but Zheng Feifan scoffed.

A bunch of gullible fools…

Even if he hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, he could easily guess the truth.

That rich brat from Zhao Media must have gone mad after failing to win over a beauty and resorted to threats and blacklisting in retaliation.

Zheng Feifan had seen through these wealthy second-generation tricks too many times to count.

He despised that rich kid, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but admire Xu Hongzhuang a little.

She stood up against power and refused to bow down—wasn’t that exactly the kind of spirit “Symphony of Fate” embodied?

He felt it was a shame.

With her talent, Xu Hongzhuang could have had a bright future, yet now she was blacklisted. What a waste.

Of course, this was just a passing thought.

He wasn’t about to go running to solve someone else’s problems.

There were countless people suffering in the world—was he supposed to save them all?

Obviously not.

Now that he was certain Xiao Wanling wasn’t here to see some other man, he relaxed and prepared to head back to work.

If his friend’s fiancée caught him skipping work, she’d scold him until his ears bled.

“Feifan?”

Just as he was about to leave, a surprised voice called out.

He turned his head.

A car had stopped beside him, and the rear window rolled down, revealing Xu Hao’s face.

Xu Hao had just returned from the company. Seeing Zheng Feifan loitering near his house, his heart tensed for a moment…

Had the protagonist already tracked down his father’s murderer?

He didn’t panic.

First, he needed to assess the situation.

If he had been found out, he would have to use his connections…

There was no other choice.

Right now, he wasn’t strong enough to face the protagonist head-on.

He had to rely on external means.

But that would risk exposing himself and damaging his reputation.

He would only resort to it if absolutely necessary.

“Uncle Xu, I was just dropping Wanling off,” Zheng Feifan greeted him casually. “She’s my landlord.”

Xu Hao stepped out of the car and gestured for his secretary to return to the company.

He gave Zheng Feifan a once-over, already piecing the situation together in his mind.

You?

Dropping off Xiao Wanling?

Did she even let you?

His tone was so serious that if Xu Hao hadn’t already done his homework, he might’ve believed him.

This guy had clearly followed her here in secret.

Xu Hao’s mind raced, and a plan quickly formed. His face remained warm and inviting.

“Wanling is my daughter Hongzhuang’s best friend, and you’re her tenant. Plus, your father and I were close. We’re not strangers—come in and have a seat.”

He extended the invitation.

Zheng Feifan hesitated for exactly 0.1 seconds between going back to work and entering the Xu family home.

He chose the latter.

He also wanted to meet the three Xu sisters.

Including Xiao Wanling, that made four stunning beauties…

A house full of gorgeous women—it would definitely be a feast for the eyes.

“Feifan, have you taken care of all your father’s affairs?”

As they walked, Xu Hao casually inquired about Zheng Feifan’s investigation into Zheng Xuelin’s death.

Zheng Feifan’s expression darkened.

His meticulous investigation had led him to one conclusion—his father’s death was no accident. Someone had orchestrated it.

But he hadn’t yet found out who.

If he had returned to Shanghai sooner and reunited with his father immediately…

If he had been there to protect him…

His father wouldn’t have been murdered.

It was his fault.

Every time he thought about it, guilt and self-reproach consumed him.

“Sigh… Life is unpredictable. I can still vividly remember sitting with Brother Zheng, sipping tea and discussing business. And now, just like that, he’s gone…” Xu Hao sighed, his face filled with sorrow.

“Uncle Xu, I suspect my father’s death was no accident…”

Seeing Xu Hao’s genuine grief, Zheng Feifan couldn’t hold back.

His emotions were already stirred up from talking about his father.

And Xu Hao had always spoken kindly to him.

Not to mention, the way Xu Hao had stood by Xu Hongzhuang’s side in her crisis, refusing to bow to power, had earned Zheng Feifan’s respect.

His guard dropped.

He was also at a dead end in his investigation.

Perhaps Xu Hao could help.

As the CEO of a billion-dollar conglomerate, he had the resources to investigate more easily.

It wasn’t exactly a secret anyway. There was no harm in sharing.

“What?”

Xu Hao feigned shock.

“Feifan, what do you mean? What have you found?”

Zheng Feifan recounted his findings.

Xu Hao listened, frowning deeply—then slowly relaxed.

So that’s it?

He had thought the protagonist had made some major breakthrough.

Turns out, he was still stuck on the idea that the accident was suspicious.

“What?! Something like that happened?”

“Who did it? If I find out who was behind Brother Zheng’s death, I’ll make sure they rot in prison!”

Xu Hao put on a furious act and turned to Zheng Feifan with urgency.

“Feifan… Have you found out who did it?”

Seeing Xu Hao’s righteous indignation, Zheng Feifan felt a sense of comfort.

His father was gone, but at least someone still cared about him.

Thinking about his investigation, he sighed in frustration.

The accident had happened in a blind spot with no surveillance cameras.

But he had checked all nearby traffic records and found that only two trucks had passed through that area around the time of the incident.

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His instincts told him that those two trucks were key to the case.

But… He had no way of tracking them down.

If he had a contact in the police force, it would be much easier to look up the trucks’ movements.

Zheng Feifan let out a bitter laugh and shook his head.

“No… I have no leads.”

He explained his predicament.

Xu Hao immediately reassured him.

“Leave it to me, Feifan. I’ll find out where those trucks went.”

A spark of hope lit up in Zheng Feifan’s eyes.

That was exactly what he had been hoping to hear.

He expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you, Uncle Xu.”

“No need to thank me… Brother Zheng was my friend. I can’t let the person who did this get away with it.”

Zheng Feifan was deeply moved.

With Xu Hao’s assurance, Zheng Feifan felt relieved.

“By the way…”

As if suddenly remembering something, Xu Hao asked,

“Feifan, do you know if your father had any enemies before his death?”

He was beginning to lead the protagonist in the wrong direction.

Zhao Media had been getting too arrogant lately—time to give them some trouble.

Xu Hao intended to use Zheng Feifan as a weapon, letting him clash with Zhao Media until they tore each other apart.