Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist’s Mother to Have Children Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Night fell—

Xu Hao used that bottle of lubricant on the protagonist’s stunning stepmother.

The effect was truly impressive.

As expected of a system product—top-tier quality.

Early in the morning, his daughter Xu Feiyan brought him tea.

She ntioned encountering difficulties with her blade techniques and asked for his guidance.

They headed to the training ground.

Xu Hao first had her demonstrate her moves.

That way, he could pinpoint where she struggled and teach her accordingly.

Xu Hao picked up a Tang sword and demonstrated it once.

“It’s like this… Every ti I slash, I feel like my strength falls short…”

Xu Hao took her hand and began teaching her step by step.

Snap—

Under Xu Hao’s guidance, Xu Feiyan carefully absorbed the technique.

With a single slash, she split a marble slab beside her.

The marble shattered cleanly in half.

However, the Tang sword couldn’t withstand the force and broke into several pieces.

Xu Feiyan snapped out of her focus.

Looking at the ruined blade in her hand, she frowned in frustration.

Lately, she had been practicing intensely—over a dozen blades had already been destroyed.

The swords she bought weren’t low-quality either.

Yet none could endure more than a few strikes.

“Wait a mont, I’ll go get another blade…”

Tossing aside the broken sword, Xu Feiyan turned to leave.

“Hold on…”

Xu Hao suddenly rembered the gift he had prepared for her—the pair of Tang swords he had drawn from the system yesterday.

One was designed for won.

Since he had no use for it, he figured giving it to his fifth daughter would boost her affection even further.

Hearing him call out, Xu Feiyan turned back in confusion.

She was stunned to see a blade in Xu Hao’s hand.

Wait… When did he bring that?

She hadn’t noticed him carrying anything earlier.

But she quickly dismissed the thought—her attention was entirely captured by the sword.

The Tang sword was exquisitely crafted, its curves sleek and elegant. Every detail reflected masterful artistry.

The blade was thin as a cicada’s wing, razor-sharp, gleaming with a cold, deadly sheen.

A faint aura of sharpness radiated from it, as if it could slice through air itself.

What stood out most was that this was clearly a woman’s blade—yet it didn’t feel delicate.

Instead, it exuded an overwhelming, regal dominance.

The source of that aura?

Xu Feiyan’s gaze locked onto two characters engraved on the hilt:

—Feiyan.

The strokes were bold, powerful, almost divine.

Just two words, yet they carried the imposing majesty of a ruler commanding the world.

Xu Feiyan’s spirit trembled.

For a mont, she was lost in the vision—leading armies, conquering lands, an indomitable queen.

“Snap out of it…”

Xu Hao waved a hand in front of her face.

Xu Feiyan blinked, snapping back to reality.

When Xu Hao offered her the blade, her pupils shivered in realization.

Sure enough, he spoke:

“I noticed you like using blades, so I had this custom-made for you.”

Xu Feiyan froze.

Even though she had guessed, her heart still surged with emotion.

She had seen Xu Hao’s calligraphy when he taught her younger sister, Xu Huayi.

She knew how skilled he was.

Her na on the hilt—he must have carved it himself.

Given everything before, this was the first gift he had ever given her.

It was impossible not to be moved.

“Try it out…”

Staring at the beloved blade right before her, Xu Feiyan numbly accepted it.

The grip was smooth, cool to the touch—perfectly balanced.

With a light swing, she could almost hear the wind splitting.

She adored it.

This sword was like a flawless work of art—she almost didn’t want to use it.

Seeing her hesitation, Xu Hao rembered the blade’s description—”Cuts iron like mud, splits hair with a breeze.”

“Don’t worry, this blade isn’t as fragile as you think.”

Xu Feiyan bit her lip.

Gently, she raised the sword and slashed at a marble slab.

She wanted to test its sharpness.

But what happened next left her stunned.

With just a light swing, the blade sliced clean through the marble.

The cut was mirror-smooth.

She had barely felt any resistance—like cutting through butter.

Xu Feiyan gaped.

What… the hell?

This was beyond sharp.

This was a divine weapon.

She couldn’t believe it.

Lifting the blade again, she struck another marble slab—this ti with even less force.

Crack!

Again, the marble split effortlessly.

Only then did she accept the truth.

This thing is unreal…

She doubted—could modern technology even forge sothing like this?

Xu Hao must have spent a fortune to get this for her.

This was even more precious than the Marrow-Cleansing Pill.

Yet he had given it to her so casually.

Her heart was in turmoil.

She turned back to Xu Hao.

“You’re really giving this to ?”

“It was made for you. Who else would I give it to?”

Xu Hao sounded genuinely puzzled.

Xu Feiyan fell silent.

She wanted to refuse—this was too valuable.

If she accepted, how could she keep opposing him?

Truthfully, she had to admit…

After spending so much ti with Xu Hao, her impression of him had completely changed.

Whether it was toward her sisters, her stepmother, or herself…

He was no longer cold and distant.

Instead, he doted on them.

Sure, there were awkward monts during training.

And yes, she still had to serve him tea.

But she couldn’t deny—Xu Hao cared. He genuinely wanted her to grow.

She wasn’t made of stone.

How could she not be moved?

She had noticed every little thing he did.

The reason she still acted indifferent?

Pride.

She had criticized him so much before—if she softened now, her sisters would never let her live it down.

And her stubborn nature—making peace with Xu Hao would feel like admitting defeat.

“Thank you.”

In the end, she couldn’t resist the blade.

She wanted to call him “Dad” like last ti.

But having only said it once before, it felt awkward now.

“Sigh…”

Xu Hao feigned disappointnt.

“I was hoping to hear you call ‘Dad’ again.”

His voice sounded genuinely sad.

Xu Feiyan pressed her lips together.

She wanted to grant his wish, but—

Ring ring… Ring ring… Ring ring…

A phone call shattered the mont.

Annoyed, Xu Feiyan checked the caller—it was her “Big Sis.”

She raised an eyebrow.

Why is she calling again so soon?

She answered.

“Yan-jie, what’s up?”

A sultry, lazy voice drifted through the phone:

“You heartless girl, can’t I just call to chat?”

Xu Feiyan scoffed.

She knew this woman too well.

“If you’re not saying anything important, I’m hanging up. I’m busy.”

“Wait, wait—you know too well. Fine, I need a favor.”

Xu Feiyan smirked. As expected.

“Co to the gate and get . Your security won’t let in.”

The voice was honeyed, dripping with lazy charm.

What?

Xu Feiyan stiffened.

“You’re at my house?!”

“Wow, you sound thrilled.”

The woman pretended to sound hurt.

Xu Feiyan rolled her eyes.

“Wait there. I’ll co get you.”

Hanging up, she turned to leave.

“Feiyan, who was that?”

Xu Hao stopped her.

The voice had been alluring, smooth—definitely a woman.

And close to his daughter.

Probably beautiful.

Could she be a female lead?

Xu Feiyan paused.

“A good friend of mine. She took care of a lot this past year.”

Xu Hao checked the ti.

He had to head to the company soon.

But he couldn’t miss eting his daughter’s friend.

“Since she’s such a close friend, I’ll co with you to et her…”

Xu Feiyan hesitated, then shook her head.

“You must be tired from training . Rest and have so tea—I’ll go alone.”

“I need to leave for the company soon, but I’d like to thank her for looking after you.”

“Well…”

Touched again, she finally nodded.

Father and daughter walked toward the villa gates.

Xu Hao signaled Bai Ling to bring the car around.

Outside the Villa

A Porsche idled at the entrance.

A stunning, curvaceous woman stepped out, radiating allure with every movent.

“Co on, I’m friends with your young mistress. Just let in…”

The female guard remained impassive.

“Show proof of invitation from the household.”

Her stance was firm, her aura subtly revealing her Peak Mingjin strength.

This woman set off her instincts—sothing about her scread danger.

Yan Wui raised an eyebrow.

Most people, n and won, fell under her spell at first sight.

Yet this guard remained unaffected.

Then she sensed the guard’s cultivation level—Peak Mingjin.

Her pulse quickened.

As the leader of one of Shanghai’s three major underworld factions, she’d t countless elites—billionaires, tycoons, even trillionaires.

None of them had Peak Mingjin guards at their gates.

This single detail spoke volus about Xu Hao’s influence.

If even his security was this strong…

Was Xu Feiyan truly safe challenging him?

Her visit might have been the right call.

Because Yan Wui hadn’t co just to socialize.

Xu Feiyan was her protégé—a rare talent who’d reached Mingjin under her training in just half a year.

With more guidance, she’d soon break into Darkjin.

But when Feiyan missed their check-in, Yan grew worried.

Now, movent caught her eye.

Two figures approached—one unmistakably Xu Feiyan.

The other?

A man in his pri.

Xu Hao himself.

Yan’s eyes narrowed.

Her intel said he was 50, with seven daughters.

Yet he looked no older than 30—a handso, refined figure radiating warmth.

Nothing like the cold, distant father Feiyan had described.

And Feiyan…

Her skin glowed, her presence sharper.

Since when did they get along so well?

As Yan assessed Xu Hao, he did the sa—eyes flickering as system data flashed:

[Na: Yan Wui][Role: Leader of Red Roses | Female Lead of The Killer’s Urban Legend][Charm: 95/100][Strength: 278 (Darkjin Mid-Stage)][Physique: 140 (Avg. 10)][Spirit: 89 (Avg. 10)][Favorability: -20]

Damn.

His first Darkjin female lead—stronger than Zheng Feifan, the protagonist he’d tangled with before.

But his gaze snagged on the Porsche behind her.

A plain-faced young man sat in the driver’s seat, his head crowned by a dense halo of protagonist aura.

[Na: Luo Yan][Role: Bartender at Rose Nightclub | True Protagonist of The Killer’s Urban Legend][Strength: 780 (Transcendentjin Mid-Stage)][Physique: 366][Spirit: 250][Favorability: -20]

Transcendentjin.

Every thought of “recruiting” Yan Wui evaporated.

Until he leveled up, discretion was key.

He’d need to eliminate Zheng Feifan quickly too—before these protagonists crossed paths.

Keeping his expression neutral, Xu Hao followed Feiyan forward.

The two won embraced warmly.

“Feiyan! Missed ?” Yan teased, then froze. “You… broke through?”

Feiyan grinned, preening under the praise.

After weeks of Xu Hao’s “humbling” training, she needed this ego boost.

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