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

Chapter 90

“This is as far as I can take you. The Xu family’s villa is ahead, and without permission, you can’t go any further.”

Zheng Feifan nodded, paid the fare, and got out of the car.

Approaching the Xu family estate, he avoided the main entrance and headed toward the surrounding wall. With a light leap, he vaulted over it.

He was eager to investigate Xu Hao.

If Xu Hao really was the mastermind behind his father’s murder...

Thinking about how he’d been deceived, led around like a fool, even calling Xu Hao “uncle” with such respect—he felt like a complete clown.

It was strange. Just a simple warning from a friend had immediately made him suspect Xu Hao.

And now, he couldn’t wait to uncover the truth.

If Xu Hao knew what was going through his mind, he’d probably sigh in exasperation—

“The protagonist’s halo really defies logic...”

After sneaking into the villa—

Zheng Feifan moved silently, using the stealth techniques he’d mastered in the dark world. His steps made no sound.

He expertly avoided surveillance cameras, slipped past pavilions and corridors, and headed straight inside the villa.

But just as he was about to cross the courtyard—

His body tensed, and he stopped abruptly.

In his line of sight, Xu Hao stood there—holding a woman tightly in his arms.

The woman in his embrace—was none other than the one he’d instantly decided was his future wife, the beautiful landlady, Xiao Wanling!

He vividly remembered how he’d once struck up a conversation with her, asking why she frequently visited the Xu family.

She had cheerfully replied that Xu Hao was teaching her tea ceremony.

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Zheng Feifan focused his gaze—

Sure enough, Xu Hao was teaching her how to brew tea, guiding her hand step by step.

But was this how he was teaching?

Watching the two of them wrapped so intimately together, if he hadn’t looked closely, he would have thought they were seeking some illicit thrill in broad daylight.

Xiao Wanling came here to learn tea ceremony every day.

Did that mean... they embraced like this every day?

Zheng Feifan’s mind went blank.

He felt like his vision was turning green...

They were just landlord and tenant.

But in his heart, Xiao Wanling was already his woman.

And now, she was nestled in another man’s arms—wasn’t that the ultimate betrayal?

This proved it. Xu Hao was suspicious.

To the outside world, he had a pristine reputation—devoted to his wife, with no scandals.

But that was just because no one had caught him yet.

A man in his forties, still holding young women like this—did he not even understand basic propriety between men and women?

This alone showed that Xu Hao was no good.

He was hiding too well.

Zheng Feifan’s suspicions deepened. His father’s death had to be connected to Xu Hao...

[Ding... Zheng Feifan is burning with rage. Emotion Value +789...]

Xu Hao, still instructing Xiao Wanling on tea-making, noticed the system notification in his mind and raised an eyebrow.

He quickly detected Zheng Feifan lurking in the shadows.

Since he was already exposed, there was no need to hide anymore.

His personal bodyguard, Bai Ling, stood nearby, far stronger than the protagonist.

Even if Zheng Feifan’s protagonist’s aura made him hard to kill, he wouldn’t be able to harm Xu Hao either.

Why not use this opportunity to farm some more emotion points?

As thoughts flashed through his mind, a plan formed.

Noticing Xiao Wanling making a mistake, he immediately spoke up,

“Wanling, you did this part wrong. You need to do it like this first, then like that...”

As he corrected her, his face instinctively leaned closer—so close that their cheeks nearly touched.

This scene sent Zheng Feifan into a trembling fury. His eyes burned red, and he completely lost control.

He couldn’t hold back anymore and stepped out.

“What the hell are you two doing?!”

Startled by the sudden outburst, Xiao Wanling, who had been focused on making tea, turned abruptly—

And in the process, her lips brushed against Xu Hao’s cheek.

Zheng Feifan’s face turned an even deeper shade of green.

His heart clenched.

He blamed himself for acting too impulsively.

If Xu Hao and Xiao Wanling were truly only engaging in hands-on teaching and nothing improper—

Then his sudden outburst had only helped Xu Hao take advantage of the situation.

He had unwittingly set up Xiao Wanling.

[Ding... Zheng Feifan is consumed with hatred. Emotion Value +879...]

[Ding... Zheng Feifan is filled with guilt. Emotion Value +978...]

Xiao Wanling had been fully immersed in learning the tea ceremony.

Suddenly being caught by an outsider made her feel awkward—almost as if she were a mistress being caught red-handed.

But when she saw that it was Zheng Feifan, she sighed in relief.

As long as it wasn’t Su Wanqiu or the Xu sisters, it was fine.

“Feifan, when did you get here?”

Xu Hao acted surprised by his arrival and calmly explained,

“Don’t misunderstand. I was just teaching Wanling the tea ceremony. You’re overthinking it.”

Xiao Wanling relaxed.

That was true.

They weren’t doing anything improper. They really were just brewing tea.

At least it wasn’t like the time they were caught in the study while she was drinking tea...

So, she nodded in agreement.

“That’s right. I asked Uncle Xu to teach me...”

“Why are you here?”

After clarifying, she frowned and shot an annoyed look at Zheng Feifan.

She had been in the middle of an engaging lesson when this guy suddenly barged in.

She was not pleased.

Zheng Feifan’s mouth twitched.

“So this is how you teach the tea ceremony?”

“You’re practically glued together!”

“If you weren’t still wearing clothes, anyone would think you were up to something indecent...”

Seeing Xu Hao’s calm and composed expression made Zheng Feifan even angrier.

He was clearly deceiving an innocent girl, yet he wore that innocent facade.

It reminded Zheng Feifan of how he himself had been manipulated and led in circles before.

He let out a cold laugh.

“Since when does teaching tea require hugging? Who teaches like this?”

“Xu Hao, your tricks are truly impressive.”

Xu Hao “smiled wryly.”

“Feifan, you’re misunderstanding. Hands-on teaching makes it easier to grasp the techniques...”

Zheng Feifan’s tone immediately set Xiao Wanling off. She spoke up coldly.

“Zheng Feifan, what’s with your tone? I asked Uncle Xu to teach me tea brewing, and I’m the one who suggested hands-on guidance. What’s your problem?”

She had no good impression of this freeloading tenant who constantly avoided paying rent.

Now, she found him even more annoying.

He was talking as if Uncle Xu were some kind of villain.

If Xu Hao had truly tricked her, as Zheng Feifan claimed, she might have reconsidered.

But the truth was—she had asked Uncle Xu to teach her.

Even the hands-on guidance was her idea.

So how was this Xu Hao’s fault?

Though, to be fair, Uncle Xu could be a bit of a scoundrel sometimes—dragging her into the study often...

But that was only because she was standing while learning, making it harder to control movements.

Men understood men best.

Zheng Feifan knew exactly what tricks Xu Hao was playing.

Seeing Xiao Wanling defending Xu Hao so fiercely, like someone who had been sold yet still counted money for the seller, made Zheng Feifan furious.

“Wanling, can’t you see what Xu Hao is up to?”

“He’s old enough to know better! Of course, he has ulterior motives toward you.”

“Enough!”

Xiao Wanling felt uneasy.

What was with this self-righteous savior act?

Afraid that Xu Hao might misunderstand, she quickly interrupted.

“Uncle Xu isn’t that kind of person! Besides...”

Her tone shifted.

“This is between Uncle Xu and me. What gives you the right to interfere? Mind your own business!”

[Ding... Zheng Feifan feels dejected. Emotion Value +432...]

Zheng Feifan froze, bitterness creeping in.

She was right.

What was he to Xiao Wanling?

Just a tenant who owed her rent.

What right did he have to meddle in her affairs?

His good intentions had been completely thrown back in his face.

But he didn’t blame Xiao Wanling for not recognizing his concern.

To him, she was simply being misled by Xu Hao.

After all, even he—a battle-hardened mercenary who had spent over a decade surviving in the dark underworld—had been tricked by Xu Hao.

Deceiving a simple and kind-hearted girl like Xiao Wanling was child’s play for him.

Just as Zheng Feifan was sinking into disappointment, Xu Hao’s voice rang out.

“Wanling, don’t be too hard on Feifan. He’s just worried you might be getting tricked by me...”

What a perfect opportunity—he couldn’t waste the chance to farm some more emotion points.

Xu Hao deliberately spoke up at just the right moment.

Xiao Wanling, who had intentionally distanced herself from Zheng Feifan to avoid any misunderstandings, panicked when she heard Xu Hao’s words.

She immediately clarified, afraid that Xu Hao had gotten the wrong idea.

“Uncle Xu, don’t misunderstand! I have absolutely nothing to do with him.”

“He’s just a tenant! I only rented to him out of pity. He has money but keeps making excuses to avoid paying rent...”

She hesitated, then added.

“Uncle Xu, stop defending him. He’s nothing but a shameless scoundrel.”

“If I had known earlier, I would’ve rented that place to a beggar instead of him.”

She felt it wasn’t worth it for Uncle Xu to waste his breath on someone like Zheng Feifan.

“Snap! Snap!”

It felt like invisible knives were stabbing into his heart.

Zheng Feifan felt an unbearable pain.

And she still claimed this was just hands-on tea teaching?

Then why was she so desperate to clarify her relationship with Xu Hao?

A realization struck him like lightning.

Could it be...

His beautiful landlady—had already fallen for Xu Hao?

No way...

Why?!

How could an old man like Xu Hao win over a goddess like her?

Meanwhile, he—young, confident, and full of potential—didn’t even get a second glance.

But as his anger flared, he suddenly understood.

Xu Hao had played this brilliantly.

He had figured out Xiao Wanling’s passion for tea and used it to capture her attention.

He had gradually escalated from casual lessons to hands-on guidance.

Through prolonged physical contact, he had subtly built up her affection—until he could eventually win her over completely.

Xu Hao: Yep. That’s exactly what happened.

[Ding... Zheng Feifan is seething with rage. Emotion Value +879...]

Zheng Feifan’s fury boiled over.

His anger toward Xu Hao was reaching an uncontrollable level.

Xu Hao’s voice rang out again.

“Feifan, you’re in the wrong here.”

“Your father left you billions. You really don’t need to keep dodging rent payments.”

“Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, I’d still like to hear you call me Uncle Xu…”

Zheng Feifan’s face darkened.

Still trying to take advantage of him?

Did Xu Hao really think he was that gullible?

The mention of his father’s death made a surge of killing intent rise in Zheng Feifan’s chest.

At that moment, a shadowy figure silently appeared at Xu Hao’s side.

It was Bai Ling—his personal bodyguard.

Her cold, emotionless gaze locked onto Zheng Feifan.

His heart skipped a beat.

This woman was dangerous.

Even more so than Wei Lao, the martial arts master Zhao’s father had brought.

Stay calm.

Now wasn’t the time to make Xu Hao his enemy.

He had to uncover the truth about his father first.

If he found out Xu Hao was responsible, he would personally take him down.

“Cut the fake sympathy. I know exactly what’s on your mind.”

“You better pray I don’t find out the truth about my father’s death…”

Xu Hao put on a confused expression.

“Feifan, you’re speaking out of line. Your father and I were close—more than just friends, we were like brothers. How could I possibly have harmed him?”

In the past, Zheng Feifan would’ve believed him.

He might’ve even felt touched and grateful.

But now, all he saw was hypocrisy.

His fists clenched. He wanted to punch him so badly.

But then he glanced at Bai Ling standing beside Xu Hao and let go of that thought.

She was stronger than him, but he wasn’t afraid.

Still, attacking Xu Hao now would be meaningless.

“Enough of this…”

Xu Hao kept his voice gentle, but Zheng Feifan refused to back down.

Xiao Wanling had enough.

“Get lost already! You’re not welcome here. Stop disturbing Uncle Xu’s tea lesson.”

“Snap! Snap! Snap!”

Once again, invisible knives stabbed into Zheng Feifan’s heart, leaving it in tatters.

He gritted his teeth, shot Xu Hao a deep glare, then turned and walked out of the villa.

As he left, he overheard Xiao Wanling’s dismissive tone.

“Uncle Xu, how do you even know someone like that? He looks like nothing but trouble.”

“Uncle Xu, don’t associate with him anymore.”

“Uncle Xu, our tea lesson isn’t finished yet. Let’s continue…”

“Oh, come on, hold me tighter.”

Just from her voice, Zheng Feifan could already imagine the scene.

His face twisted in pain.

[Ding… Zheng Feifan is devastated. Emotion Value +987...]

Zheng Feifan stepped out of Xu Hao’s villa, his eyes burning with determination.

He had a strong feeling.

His father’s death was definitely connected to Xu Hao.

He had to uncover the truth—

And expose Xu Hao’s true nature to everyone.

In the Courtyard—

Xu Hao calmly finished teaching the tea lesson.

“Uncle Xu, let’s keep going! I can feel my skills improving.”

“You practice on your own for a bit. I need a break…”

Xu Hao waved her off, thinking about his next move against the protagonist.

Xiao Wanling assumed he was troubled by what had happened earlier.

She clung to his arm and gently shook it, trying to cheer him up.

“Uncle Xu, don’t think about that guy anymore. This is all his fault.”

After venting about Zheng Feifan, she suddenly had an idea to make Xu Hao feel better.

“Uncle Xu, I know you’re stressed. How about I help you relax?”

Xu Hao looked at her in surprise.

She had done it before, but this was the first time she had offered on her own.

It seemed the final step wasn’t far off.

Noticing his gaze, Xiao Wanling’s face flushed. She lowered her head in embarrassment.

But she was determined to show her gratitude to Uncle Xu.

She took a deep breath, then suddenly grabbed his hand and led him toward the study…

As Xu Hao enjoyed himself, he operated his phone with one hand.

Just moments ago, his assassin in the capital had sent a report.

Zhao’s father—the head of Zhao Media—was dead.

Even though Zhao’s father had already been arrested and was facing a decades-long prison sentence, Xu Hao preferred to eliminate all threats.

Just in case he ever discovered the truth about his son’s death.

Better safe than sorry.

After putting away his phone, he looked down and saw Xiao Wanling gazing up at him.

He reached out and gently patted her head.

“Good girl…”

Late Afternoon—

Xu Hao’s four sisters returned from shopping, carrying bags upon bags of items…