Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist’s Mother to Have Children Chapter 177

Chapter 177

Luo Yan followed Xu Hao’s car to Yan Wui’s villa.

When he saw the scene at the entrance, his eyes widened in shock.

Yan Wui, usually cold and untouchable, the queen of the underground—stood there like a bashful bride-to-be, welcoming Xu Hao inside with a shy smile. She had even prepared dinner.

It was obvious.

She was ready to offer herself to him.

The thought of Yan Wui, so breathtakingly beautiful, surrendering to Xu Hao made Luo Yan’s heart twist in agony.

No…

He couldn’t just stand by and watch.

Even if his strength hadn’t fully recovered, even if he was no match for Xu Hao—he had to stop this.

He refused to let Yan Wui sacrifice herself just because she was cornered by circumstance.

But just as he rushed toward the villa—

Whoosh!

A red-clad figure materialized beside him.

A vicious kick slamd into his stomach.

The attacker was too fast. Luo Yan, caught off guard and still weakened, couldn’t react in ti.

Boom!

His body flew backward through the air.

“Peak-stage Transformation Realm?!”

The force behind that kick was unmistakable.

This person was even stronger than he had been at his peak.

What the hell?!

Xu Hao was only at the Transformation Realm—since when did he have a Peak-stage expert guarding him?!

Luo Yan had thought that even in his weakened state, he could at least disrupt Xu Hao’s plans.

But now?

With a powerhouse like this blocking him, he couldn’t even get close.

How was he supposed to stop anything?

Thud!

Luo Yan crashed onto the ground, pain exploding through his ribs. His organs felt like they’d been rearranged.

Damn it… I can’t give up.

Yan Wui was under Xu Hao’s spell, willingly offering herself.

If he didn’t pull her out now, she’d be lost forever.

Gritting his teeth, Luo Yan forced himself up and glared at his attacker.

Then froze.

“Red Rose?!”

The woman in red stood before him, her expression unreadable.

Luo Yan’s face twisted in disbelief.

He knew her.

They had trained in the sa assassin program.

Her skills were on par with his—no, even better.

But last he heard, Red Rose was still in the underworld.

What was she doing here?

Working for Xu Hao?

No… that couldn’t be it.

Red Rose was a sadistic, unyielding force of nature. She never submitted to anyone.

Unless…

She’s here to kill again.

Luo Yan’s stomach dropped.

Their feud ran deep.

Back in their training days, they had tied for first place in the final exam.

Ever since then, Red Rose had obsessively hunted him—not out of rivalry, but so twisted fixation.

She was beautiful, as stunning as Yan Wui or his aunt.

But Luo Yan wanted nothing to do with her.

Because every ti she found him, she tried to murder him.

No warnings. No hesitation.

He’d barely escaped with his life multiple tis.

One of the reasons he’d accepted this mission back to the city was to avoid her.

Yet here she was.

Luo Yan wiped blood from his lip, his voice strained.

“Red Rose , I don’t have ti for this. Move.”

At his peak, he could barely hold his own against her. Now? He stood no chance.

But Red Rose didn’t attack.

She just stood there, blocking the villa’s entrance.

Luo Yan’s frown deepened.

“Since when do you care about fair fights? You’ve never hesitated to strike when I’m weak before.”

He tried to reason with her.

“Look—let handle this first. Once I recover, we can fight properly. If you kill then, I’ll accept it.”

Still, Red Rose said nothing.

Then Luo Yan noticed sothing strange.

Her eyes—usually cold and murderous—were now filled with conflicting emotions.

Rage. Bitterness. Even… pain?

Since when did Red Rose feel anything beyond bloodlust?

“What do you want?” Luo Yan demanded.

Finally, Red Rose spoke.

“If you want to trouble my master, you’ll have to go through first.”

Her voice was eerily reverent.

But inside, Red Rose was screaming.

These weren’t her words.

She wanted to rip Xu Hao apart, not serve him!

Yet because of that damned drug he’d forced on her, her body obeyed him unconditionally.

And now, the most humiliating mont of her life was unfolding before Luo Yan—the one person who knew her true identity.

The infamous, rciless Red Rose …

Calling soone “master”.

Luo Yan’s mind short-circuited.

“…What?”

Had he heard that right?

Red Rose —the woman who lived only to kill—just called Xu Hao her master?!

[Ding… Luo Yan’s shock skyrockets. Emotional Points 876…]

It took him a full ten seconds to process.

Then another realization hit him.

“Your… master is Xu Hao?!”

Red Rose ’s eyes flashed.

“You dare speak his na so casually?”

In an instant, she was on him again.

Her foot slamd into his chest, sending him crashing back to the ground.

But in reality—

Red Rose was screaming internally.

This wasn’t her.

How could she possibly be defending that bastard Xu Hao?

Her eyes burned with fury, hatred, and an indescribable terror.

It felt like soone else was controlling her body while she remained fully conscious—a prisoner in her own mind.

If this continued, would she eventually be completely erased?

This ti, Luo Yan hit the ground hard and stayed down.

To be honest—

He and Red Rose had always been adversaries.

She would hunt him down relentlessly, trying to kill him at every opportunity.

But he had never truly hated her for it.

How could he? She was as stunning as Yan Wui.

He had even fantasized about one day surpassing her in strength and subduing her.

But hearing her call Xu Hao master shattered him.

Wait a minute…

Luo Yan suddenly realized sothing.

That look of pain he had seen in Red Rose ’s eyes earlier—

It wasn’t directed at him.

But if it was because of Xu Hao…

Everything clicked into place.

Of course.

There was no way a ruthless killer like Red Rose would willingly submit to anyone.

She had to be under duress.

But what could Xu Hao possibly hold over her?

Red Rose was infamous for her cold-blooded nature—what leverage did he have?

Unless…

Did she have family?

Were they being used against her?

Gritting through the pain, Luo Yan t Red Rose ’s gaze.

“Red Rose , I know this isn’t what you want. You’re being forced, aren’t you?”

Her eyes flickered.

Got it.

She was being controlled.

“Red Rose , whatever Xu Hao’s holding over you, tell . I swear I’ll help you break free.”

His voice was sincere.

He genuinely wanted to save her.

A woman like Red Rose —beautiful, deadly, untad—should never be reduced to a slave.

But Red Rose’s expression remained blank.

Inside, she was drowning in despair.

If only it were just blackmail.

At least then, there’d be hope.

But Xu Hao had drugged her.

Her body obeyed him unconditionally.

No one could help her now.

“Cough… Red Rose, please. Trust .”

Luo Yan spat blood, clutching his ribs as he struggled to stand.

He took a step forward—

And Red Rose struck again, sending him flying.

Her voice was ice.

“One more step, and I’ll kill you.”

Three brutal kicks later, Luo Yan couldn’t move.

[Ding… Luo Yan’s rage explodes! Emotional Points 999…][Ding… Red Rose’s despair deepens! Emotional Points 999…]

Inside the Villa

anwhile, the atmosphere was entirely different.

Yan Wui had prepared an elaborate dinner for Xu Hao.

Soft lighting bathed the room in warmth, a stark contrast to the violence outside.

“Uncle Xu, please sit.”

She guided him to the table.

“What would you like to drink?”

She moved to the wine cabinet, awaiting his preference.

Xu Hao glanced at the spread of Chinese dishes.

“Maotai.”

Not that it mattered.

With other won, he might have used alcohol to lower inhibitions.

But Yan Wui’s martial arts mastery made her immune to drunkenness.

Besides—

With the promise of his Realm-Breaking Pill dangling before her, she was already eager to please.

Yan Wui retrieved a prized bottle of Maotai, pouring for them both.

“Uncle Xu, a toast—to thank you for your guidance these past days.”

She raised her glass.

Xu Hao clinked his against hers.

As she turned to take her seat across the table—

Whoosh.

His arm snaked around her waist, yanking her into his lap.

“Ah—!”

Yan Wui gasped as she tumbled into his embrace.

“If you really want to thank , a toast isn’t enough.”

Xu Hao’s voice was low, predatory.

His presence was overwhelming.

Flustered, Yan Wui’s heartbeat raced.

“Uncle Xu… I already agreed, didn’t I?”

“But what if you change your mind?”

He smirked.

Yan Wui exhaled, torn between anticipation and nerves.

“As if I could escape you now. How are we supposed to eat like this?”

“Who says we can’t?”

Before she could react, he picked up his chopsticks, holding a bite to her lips.

“Open.”

Dazed, she obeyed.

The mont the food touched her tongue, her face burned.

She felt like a pampered pet—being cuddled, fed, and played with.

[Ding… Yan Wui’s embarrassnt skyrockets! Emotional Points 987…]

Xu Hao seized every opportunity to farm emotions.

“I fed you. Shouldn’t you return the favor?”

Understanding dawned.

Blushing, she picked up her own chopsticks, feeding him in turn.

Their dinner beca an intimate exchange—each bite shared between them.

At first, Yan Wui squird.

Here she was, a woman in her thirties, acting like a lovestruck girl.

But gradually… she relaxed into it.

The al lasted nearly two hours.

Xu Hao reveled in being hand-fed by the queen herself, his hands roaming freely.

Emotional Points flooded in.

Life was good.

After Dinner

Yan Wui cleared the dishes while Xu Hao brewed tea at the coffee table.

She loved tea—her collection of exquisite sets proved it.

When she returned, the rich aroma made her eyes brighten.

She poured herself a cup, sighing after the first sip.

Having spent so much ti at the Xu residence, she knew his skill.

No matter how many tis she tasted it, the flavor was transcendent.

Divine didn’t even cover it.

Maybe being with him wouldn’t be so bad…

The thought flickered through her mind.

They chatted over tea, the TV humming softly in the background.

But as ti passed—

Yan Wui grew restless.

The inevitability of what ca next set her pulse racing.

Thwack.

Xu Hao’s hand landed on her thigh.

She jolted.

“It’s getting late,” he murmured, smirking. “Ti for bed.”

“Ah—?”

Her gaze darted away, panic rising.

But there was no escape.

Steeling herself, she led him to her bedroom.

The room was opulent—crystal chandeliers, antique decor—

And filled with the faint, intoxicating scent of her perfu.

Xu Hao surveyed it appreciatively.

Yan Wui fidgeted.

“Uncle Xu, wait here. I’ll… go shower first.”

She tried to bolt for the bathroom—

But his hand caught her wrist.

She froze.

The proud queen of the underworld now trembled like a frightened rabbit.

Xu Hao’s grin widened.

“Why waste ti? Let’s bathe together.”