Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist’s Mother to Have Children Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Ding… Chen Mo is consud by fury. Emotion Points 666…

Chen Mo exhaled deeply, taking several breaths to calm himself.

He would definitely settle the score with Xu Hao, but not now.

This wasn’t the right ti or place.

Noticing the disappointnt in Wang Xueying’s eyes, Chen Mo felt a pang in his heart.

He knew why.

She was judging him for hanging out with these so-called “gangsters.”

But what he wanted to say was—

Not all gangsters were the sa.

His Brotherhood was different.

They didn’t rob, kill, or commit heinous cris. They simply managed their own businesses.

However, if soone ca looking for trouble, they wouldn’t back down either.

Whether it was his appreciation for the Brotherhood’s way of doing things or his need to rely on their strength against the Liu family, Chen Mo couldn’t leave them.

“The Liu family is truly despicable. Since they can’t win, they’re using money to get the authorities to target us.”

“My suggestion? Let’s just kidnap that spoiled brat and see how arrogant they are then.”

“Don’t be reckless! Ever since those traitors screwed us over, the authorities have been watching us like hawks. One wrong move, and they’ll tear us apart.”

“Damn it! If I ever catch those bastards, I’ll beat the crap out of them.”

The group sat down, ordered their food, and started chatting.

“Xiao Mo, got any good ideas?”

“You’re the boss’s disciple and our Brotherhood’s top fighter. We trust your judgnt.”

One of the n looked at Chen Mo, waiting for his response.

But Chen Mo wasn’t paying attention.

He was looking elsewhere, following the gaze of his companions.

Then, he saw Wang Xueying sitting at the next table…

Today, she was dressed in a professional teacher’s outfit, her curves accentuated perfectly.

Her long, jet-black hair was neatly tied up, exuding an elegant and intellectual aura.

It was the kind of presence that made n want to conquer her.

The n exchanged knowing glances, smirking as if they all understood sothing unspoken.

No wonder Chen Mo seed so distracted—he was lovestruck!

“Xiao Mo, don’t tell … you still haven’t experienced a woman?”

“Heh… You may be stronger than in a fight, but when it cos to won, you should really learn from .”

“Won are like sand—just add a little water, and you can shape them however you want.”

“Old Ghost, you sure know a lot. You spend too much ti in those massage parlors. Careful, one day you might die in a woman’s arms.”

“Xiao Mo, you fancy that lady? Want us to help you win her over? We guarantee you’ll get the girl…”

The n winked and nudged Chen Mo.

They were always straightforward—eating heartily, drinking freely, and saying whatever ca to mind without holding back.

Their voices weren’t exactly quiet, and Wang Xueying, sitting at the next table, heard everything loud and clear.

Her face darkened with a mix of embarrassnt and anger.

Chen Mo was hanging out with these thugs—he was no better than them.

Chen Mo had been watching Wang Xueying the entire ti.

The mont he noticed the change in her expression, his own face stiffened.

Seeing his companions winking at him, he forced a bitter smile.

They weren’t helping him impress her; they were completely ruining his chances!

Before long, the food arrived.

“Xueying, this dish is quite good. You should try so.”

Xu Hao picked up a tender piece of fish, tasted it, and nodded approvingly.

Then, he picked up another piece and placed it in Wang Xueying’s bowl.

With both the protagonist and the heroine present, it would be a waste not to farm so emotion points.

“Th-thank you…”

Wang Xueying was caught off guard by Xu Hao’s gesture, stamring in response.

Ding… Wang Xueying feels flustered. Emotion Points 567…

Ding… Chen Mo is seething with rage. Emotion Points 876…

Chen Mo clenched his teeth so hard he nearly cracked them.

He had been so naive.

The last ti they ate together, it was purely to discuss Xu Hao’s daughter.

But seeing them together again… he knew Xu Hao had ulterior motives.

And now, they were even sharing food?

That was his Wang Xueying!

She had helped him so much—how could he stand by and watch her get deceived by a scumbag?

If it weren’t for the setting, he would’ve already rushed up and beaten Xu Hao to a pulp.

Throughout the al, Chen Mo’s fury only grew.

Every now and then, he saw Xu Hao and Wang Xueying’s subtle interactions, and his expression darkened to the point where it seed like he might explode.

After dinner, Xu Hao and Wang Xueying walked out of the hotel together.

Wang Xueying kept her head down the entire ti, lost in thought.

She didn’t understand why Xu Hao had kept serving her food.

Xu Hao was finally starting to show his true colors.

At first, when they t, he had played it safe, making sure not to scare the “little white rabbit” away.

But after several interactions, as their relationship progressed, he no longer held back as much.

A little flirtation could go a long way in building intimacy.

“Xueying, are you heading back to school? I’ll give you a ride.”

“No… no need. I don’t have any classes this afternoon. I’ll just take a cab ho.”

Wang Xueying avoided making eye contact with Xu Hao.

She quickly said goodbye, hailed a taxi, and left.

Xu Hao rubbed his chin, already plotting his next move…

A voice, laced with fury, ca from behind.

“Xu Hao, I told you to stay away from Teacher Wang. Looks like you didn’t listen.”

Xu Hao smiled faintly and turned around slowly.

Chen Mo stood in front of him, flanked by a group of n.

Xu Hao’s expression didn’t change.

Before, he had been sowhat wary of this protagonist. Now, there was no need.

Even though he wasn’t a match for Chen Mo in raw strength, he had mastered grandmaster-level close combat techniques—enough to hold his own.

Besides, he didn’t need to fight Chen Mo head-on.

If he couldn’t beat the protagonist, he could still take down his n.

A preemptive strike—subduing one of them—would make Chen Mo hesitate.

And more importantly… would Chen Mo even dare to make a move on him?

A hint of amusent flickered in Xu Hao’s eyes.

Deliberately provoking the protagonist, he said, “Last ti, I treated Teacher Wang to dinner. This ti, she returned the favor. Makes sense, right?”

“Having a al is one thing, but why are you acting so close to her? Aren’t you afraid your fake ‘innocent gentleman’ persona will fall apart?”

Chen Mo forced himself to suppress his anger, his face cold.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Xueying and I are just ordinary friends.”

Ding… Chen Mo is burning with rage. Emotion Points 889…

“Oh? You don’t understand? Then I’ll make you understand…”

Chen Mo clenched his fist, clearly ready to strike.

The n beside him quickly held him back.

When they heard him say Xu Hao’s na, they froze.

Then, as they got a good look at Xu Hao’s face, sothing clicked.

The Xu family… The billion-dollar Xu Corporation…

They had planned to back up their brother in a fight, but now, their resolve crumbled.

“Xiao Mo, don’t be reckless. Let’s talk this out.”

“President Xu is a magnanimous man. He won’t stoop to petty grudges, right?”

“Is there really any conflict that can’t be resolved?”

One of the n spoke deliberately.

Chen Mo had just been incredibly disrespectful.

If Xu Hao decided to retaliate later, Chen Mo would be done for.

The Xu family was nothing like the Liu family.

Right now, the Brotherhood was already locked in a brutal struggle with the Liu family.

If they provoked the Xu family too, they’d be dood.

Held back by his own n, Chen Mo ultimately didn’t make a move.

His face twisted with frustration and fury.

Xu Hao glanced at him, then sneered.

“You look so pathetic when you’re powerless and enraged…”

Chen Mo froze for a second before Xu Hao continued.

“You really think you’re sothing special? You think you can tell what to do?”

“I usually don’t bother with you because I don’t see you as worth my ti. But that doesn’t an I won’t get angry.”

“If you dare to bark at again, don’t bla for what happens next.”

With a dismissive glance at the group, Xu Hao turned and got into the car his secretary had brought.

Chen Mo stood there, fists clenched, shaking with fury.

He had spent three years in prison, training relentlessly, honing his skills.

He thought he had finally achieved sothing, that he could now take revenge.

That he could crush anyone who stood in his way.

But reality wasn’t as simple as he had imagined.

The mont he got out, he found himself locked in battle with the Liu family—a fight he still hadn’t won.

And now, when faced with soone even more powerful, like Xu Hao, he was completely helpless.

It was at this mont that he truly realized how insignificant he was.

Rage and hatred ignited his fighting spirit.

He had to make the Brotherhood stronger.

One day—

He would do whatever he wanted, without having to bow to anyone.

Ding… Chen Mo is consud by rage. Emotion Points 987…

Inside the car—

Xu Hao leaned against the window, watching the cityscape blur past.

His mind was already plotting his next move—how to manipulate the Blood Slaughter Association into taking action and crippling the Brotherhood’s power.

The Brotherhood had managed to challenge the Liu family so early only because he had orchestrated it from the shadows.

As the conflict between the two forces intensified, the Blood Slaughter Association had also been subtly involved.

His plan was simple—push both sides into mutual destruction so he could reap the benefits.

A protagonist was always an unpredictable factor.

The forces behind a protagonist? Even more so.

Suppressing them at every opportunity was only natural.

Night fell.

Beneath the city’s dazzling neon lights, unseen cris unfolded.

At the border between the southern and western districts, a brutal gang war was breaking out.

On one side stood the Brotherhood, led by Chen Mo.

On the other, a coalition of small southern city gangs—Knife Gang, Overlord Sect, and others.

The Brotherhood operated with strict discipline.

They forbade their mbers from engaging in arson, murder, or looting.

And after rising to beco the most dominant force in the southern city, they had even publicly declared—

“If any faction dares to commit atrocities, we will destroy them on sight.”

And so—

The small gangs of the southern city trembled before the Brotherhood, living in constant misery.

They had thought about resisting.

But the Brotherhood was simply too strong.

Even after their leader was frad and imprisoned, they didn’t dare act out.

When conflict broke out between the Brotherhood and the Liu family, they saw a glimr of hope—a chance to bring the Brotherhood down.

With Liu family funding, they gathered their forces.

These gangs had always survived in the cracks of the underworld. Now, united, they ford a force to be reckoned with.

Yet, in the face of the mighty Brotherhood, they were still insignificant.

Now, the Brotherhood had sent out just one of its six core mbers, and he was already holding them at bay.

The man leading the charge today was the sixth-ranked mber—Lao Liu.

“Brothers, kill them! Let these weaklings know who truly rules the southern city!”

A burly man laughed wildly, swinging his bloodstained blade.

His blade flashed, cutting down an enemy in front of him.

“Kill!”

“Slaughter these bastards!”

Shouts of battle, the clash of steel, and agonized screams painted a scene of pure carnage.

No one could have imagined that in this prosperous tropolis, such brutal bloodshed could unfold.

But it wasn’t just this city—every city was the sa.

Where there was light, there was darkness.

Yet darkness could never truly challenge the light.

These underground forces had their own ways of resolving disputes.

The authorities knew this well, so they had laid down one simple rule:

“Settle your grudges at night. Fight however you want, but don’t disturb ordinary citizens.”

Now, blood flowed like a river as the Brotherhood and the allied gangs fought in chaos.

Lao Liu had just finished off an opponent when a shadow lunged at him.

A blade slashed toward his neck.

His heart pounded as he quickly retracted his weapon, blocking the fatal strike.

When he looked up, he saw a towering figure.

Blood sared the man’s face, obscuring his features, possibly from the carnage around them.

Lao Liu frowned. The man seed unfamiliar—not one of the allied gang mbers.

But seeing his brothers’ blood on the man’s clothes ignited his fury.

He roared and charged, swinging his longsword.

“Die!”

The burly man raised his blade to block, visibly struggling.

It seed like he had underestimated his opponent.

Realizing he was at a disadvantage, he tried to retreat.

But Lao Liu wasn’t about to let him escape.

“You dared to kill my brothers? You’re dead!”

He pressed forward relentlessly.

The burly man fought as he retreated, and before either of them realized it, they had strayed far from the battlefield.

A dead-end alley lood ahead.

The burly man had nowhere left to run.

Lao Liu smirked, flicking his blade.

“Go on, run. Let’s see where you escape to now. Ti to join my brothers in hell.”

With a shout, he lunged forward, blade slashing down.

Based on how the man had fought earlier, even if he blocked, the impact would knock the weapon from his hands.

However, at that mont, a sudden surge of power erupted from the burly man.

A sinister smile appeared beneath the bloodstains.

His voice was cold.

“The one who’s dying… is you.”

With shocking ease, he deflected Lao Liu’s strike.

Then, he drove a powerful kick into Lao Liu’s chest.

Crack!

The sickening sound of breaking bones rang out.

Lao Liu was sent flying, crashing onto the ground.

His strength was nearly depleted.

He tried to get up, but the burly figure had already stepped forward, raising his blade high.

“You…”

Through the dim moonlight, Lao Liu finally saw the man’s face clearly.

Mo Butcher.

He wasn’t part of the allied gangs.

Why was he here, killing him?

His vision blurred as if a veil had fallen over his eyes.

It was as though an invisible hand was orchestrating everything from the shadows.

At that mont, he thought of the Brotherhood, the allied gangs, and the Liu family.

Perhaps… they had all been played.

Before he could warn anyone, the blade descended.

He would never get the chance to reveal the truth.

—

anwhile, in the Xu family villa, a peaceful scene unfolded.

The family sat together on the sofa, watching TV.

Xu Hao sat beside his alluring stepmother, Su Wanqiu.

Next to them were twin daughters.

Xu Hongzhuang sat on the other side, watching the warm scene unfold.

No matter how she looked at it, sothing about this felt off.

“Daddy, eat this…”

Xu Huayi peeled a grape and fed it to Xu Hao.

He took it, patting her head with approval.

Xu Huayi bead, lifting her chin proudly.

Then, she winked at her sister, signaling about their little bet.

Xu Shiqing glared at her, clearly unwilling to accept the loss.

Later that night, as the family was about to sleep, Xu Shiqing pulled Xu Hao aside…