Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist's Mother to Have Children-Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Xu Feiyan wanted to show off.

But Yan Wumei didn’t let her have her way, pursing her lips as she remarked, “After teaching you for so long, you’ve only just reached the mid-stage of Ming Jin. What’s there to be proud of?”

Xu Feiyan’s expression stiffened. Unwilling to back down, she retorted, “I’m almost at the late-stage of Ming Jin now, okay? The reason I improved so slowly before was because you didn’t teach me well—”

And it was true.

Under Xu Hao’s hands-on guidance, Xu Feiyan had progressed rapidly during this time.

Compared to Xu Hao, who had helped her approach a breakthrough in just a few days, Yan Wumei—despite teaching her for so long—had only brought her to the early-stage of Ming Jin.

Wasn’t that clearly a teaching issue?

Yan Wumei’s brows immediately furrowed as she feigned anger. “You’re blaming me now? Have you forgotten how old you were when you started martial arts? You wasted such great innate talent!”

“It was obviously you who couldn’t teach properly…”

The two women bickered back and forth.

“Alright, enough.”

Yan Wumei cut Xu Feiyan off, then turned her gaze toward Xu Hao.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Only then did Xu Feiyan hurriedly make introductions.

“This is the friend I told you about—the one who’s been somewhat decent to me, Yan Wumei.”

“Somewhat decent?”

Yan Wumei rolled her eyes in exasperation.

Then, she heard Xu Feiyan continue, “And this is my… father, Xu Hao. I’m sure you’ve heard of him…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say “Dad,” so she substituted it with “father.”

Yan Wumei was surprised.

This little sister of hers had always despised Xu Hao before.

Yet, after just a few days back, she was already calling him “father”?

“So you’re Feiyan’s sister? She’s mentioned you—how you’ve taken good care of her,” Xu Hao stepped forward with a warm smile.

“Her temper isn’t the best, so she must’ve caused you quite a bit of trouble. Thank you for your patience and kindness.”

The effects of his “Elegant and Refined Demeanor” medal enhanced his sincerity, making his words feel genuine and compelling.

Looking at the effortlessly composed Xu Hao, Yan Wumei grew even more puzzled.

Was this really the cold and indifferent father Xu Feiyan had described?

On the contrary—she saw a man who deeply cared for his daughter.

Her thoughts raced, but she quickly responded with a smile.

“No need for thanks. Feiyan and I are close sisters. Sure, she’s got a bad temper, causes me endless trouble, never listens…”

“But I don’t hold it against her. After all, I see her as my little sister.”

Xu Feiyan gritted her teeth in frustration.

Slander!

Outright slander!

This vixen was utterly despicable.

(Yan Wumei’s nickname was “Fox Spirit.”)

Xu Hao knew she was just teasing.

After some small talk, Bai Ling drove out from the villa and stopped in front of them.

Xu Hao, as if suddenly remembering something, apologized.

“There’s some urgent business at the company I need to attend to, so I’ll have to excuse myself.”

“Miss Yan, since you and Feiyan haven’t seen each other in a while, why not catch up inside? And this gentleman…”

Xu Hao’s gaze shifted toward the approaching driver—the protagonist, Luo Yan.

Earlier, Bai Ling had sensed a faint but undeniable aura of danger from Yan Wumei, putting her on high alert.

To better protect Xu Hao, she had unconsciously let her guard down, allowing her energy to leak slightly—something Luo Yan, still in the car, immediately detected.

Luo Yan was surprised.

A driver… who’s actually a mid-stage An Jin expert?

While Yan Wumei was far beyond that level, he couldn’t afford to let his mission target face even the slightest risk.

Yes—mission target.

He had returned to Jiuzhou after accepting a protection assignment.

Originally, he had been living the high life in the underworld, taking on jobs whenever he pleased.

It was a carefree existence.

If people knew his true reputation in the underworld…

They’d be terrified out of their minds.

Luo Yan.

His title? Yanluo—the King of Hell.

A top-tier assassin with a flawless mission completion rate.

After one particularly indulgent night, he had casually browsed the dark web for a new job.

But then—his finger slipped.

He accidentally accepted a protection mission.

Luo Yan had been furious.

A top assassin like him, playing bodyguard?

How degrading.

But if he refused…

His perfect mission record would be ruined.

And his mild obsessive-compulsive tendencies couldn’t tolerate that.

Thinking of Jiuzhou, Luo Yan recalled a certain stunningly beautiful aunt he had met once.

I wonder how she’s doing now…

Maybe this mission is a chance to check on her.

But when he arrived and saw his mission target—

All his reluctance vanished.

Why?

Because the target was unbelievably gorgeous.

The women he’d toyed with in the underworld couldn’t compare.

She outclassed them by miles.

At that moment, he felt nothing but gratitude for his slip-up.

This must be fate’s design…

Immediately, he began trying to get close to Yan Wumei.

But she wanted nothing to do with him.

He attempted to join the Red Rose gang, planning to climb the ranks and stay by her side—both for protection and easier flirting.

But… Red Rose only accepted women.

As a man, he couldn’t get in.

Left with no choice, he took a job as a waiter at Yan Wumei’s nightclub.

And so began his life as a humble employee.

Today, seeing Yan Wumei leave without her usual driver (who was away due to personal matters), he volunteered to chauffeur—

And, of course, keep an eye on her.

Yan Wumei followed Xu Hao’s gaze and frowned at Luo Yan’s approach.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave?”

“I just wanted to see Sister Feiyan…” Luo Yan scratched his head with an awkward laugh.

Xu Feiyan had a domineering presence in Red Rose, often indulging her queenly fantasies by making others call her “Sister.”

Given her relationship with Yan Wumei, everyone played along.

Yan Wumei’s frown deepened.

“What does me meeting Feiyan have to do with you? Get lost.”

She hadn’t risen to become one of the three underground rulers of Modu without sharp instincts.

She saw right through Luo Yan’s intentions.

From the very first meeting, he had brazenly declared himself her bodyguard.

After being rejected, he tried joining Red Rose.

Then, somehow, he ended up as a nightclub waiter. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

His motives were obvious.

And now, seeing Xu Feiyan—whose beauty rivaled her own—he was shamelessly cozying up again.

Disgust churned in Yan Wumei’s heart.

If not for her usual driver’s absence today, she’d never have let him near her car.

“Since he’s a friend, why not invite him inside as well?” Xu Hao suggested carefully.

If this protagonist entered the villa, he’d have to stay too.

His precious daughter wasn’t someone just anyone could approach.

“No need.”

Yan Wumei shook her head.

“He’s just a driver.”

Then, she glared at Luo Yan.

“Didn’t you hear me? Scram.”

“Fine, fine, I’m going! No need to get so worked up…”

Luo Yan chuckled nervously and turned to leave—though his steps were deliberately slow.

He hadn’t forgotten his mission.

Xu Hao relaxed.

Now more eager than ever to eliminate Zheng Feifan before he could cause trouble…

He bid farewell to his daughter and Yan Wumei, then left in Bai Ling’s car.

Luo Yan finally quickened his pace and returned to the driver’s seat.

Watching the two stunning figures disappear behind the villa gates, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Yan Wumei and Xu Feiyan were the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

No, he had to add one more to that list: his aunt.

Yan Wumei was alluring and seductive.

Xu Feiyan was youthful and tsundere.

And his aunt? Elegant and dignified.

If only I could’ve followed them into Xu Feiyan’s home…

Two beauties, a feast for the eyes.

What a shame…

Yan Wumei had always disliked him.

***

“Little Feiyan, didn’t you say your father was cold and heartless? He didn’t seem that way to me.”

“In fact, he seemed pretty caring toward you.”

Following Xu Feiyan into the villa, Yan Wumei glanced around at the pavilions and gardens before asking curiously.

“That was before. He’s different now…”

Still touched by her father’s actions, Xu Feiyan naturally didn’t badmouth him like she used to.

“Oh?”

Yan Wumei’s curiosity grew.

“You never spoke like this before. What changed your mind?”

Xu Feiyan recalled the past few days—especially the hands-on training with Xu Hao.

Her mood had lifted with every improvement in her skills.

And just now, he had even gifted her a priceless divine weapon.

It finally sank in: He does care about me.

She had been so moved she almost called him Dad…

A smirk tugged at her lips as she side-eyed Yan Wumei.

“You wanna know?”

Yan Wumei nodded.

“Not telling~”

“You brat, asking for a beating?”

Yan Wumei’s temper flared as she reached out to grab Xu Feiyan.

She adjusted her strength to match Xu Feiyan’s level—enough to catch her without hurting her.

Even if Xu Feiyan had broken through to mid-stage Ming Jin, she should’ve been easy to capture.

Three days without a spanking, and the kid climbs onto the roof.

She had to teach this little girl a lesson…

Knock some sense into her.

Make sure she didn’t get too cocky just because she improved a little.

But to her shock, Xu Feiyan effortlessly dodged her surefire grab.

What the—?

A chill ran down Yan Wumei’s spine.

Xu Feiyan scoffed.

“That’s it?”

“Three days apart, and you should look at me with new eyes. You can’t bully me anymore~”

Yan Wumei refused to believe it and lunged again—this time with more force.

Just as her fingers were about to close around Xu Feiyan’s arm—

The girl slipped away like a ghost.

Now Yan Wumei was certain.

That wasn’t luck.

Xu Feiyan’s movement skills had improved.

Xu Feiyan grinned.

Did she really think all that hands-on training with Xu Hao was for nothing?

He had incorporated grandmaster-level assassination footwork into her close-combat lessons.

She had only grasped a fraction of it—but it was already leagues beyond her old self.

“Fox Spirit, you’re slipping~”

Yan Wumei ignored the nickname.

This brat had always been cheeky.

But now, intrigued by Xu Feiyan’s sudden growth, she decided to test her properly.

“Dodging one move isn’t something to brag about. Fight me properly if you’ve got the guts.”

“Pfft—”

Xu Feiyan smirked, looking at her like she was an idiot.

“You want me, a measly mid-stage Ming Jin, to fight a An Jin expert like you? Wow, zero shame.”

Yan Wumei gritted her teeth but kept her smile.

“Of course I won’t bully you. I’ll suppress myself to your level. Deal?”

Xu Feiyan’s eyes lit up.

After Xu Hao’s training, she had often wondered—

If I were at the same level as Big Sis…

I could totally beat her.

And now, the chance had arrived.

“Fine. You said it.”

Her grin turned sly.

For some reason, Yan Wumei felt a prickle of unease—

Almost as if she might lose to Xu Feiyan.

She shook her head, dismissing the ridiculous thought.

Even at mid-stage Ming Jin, she had years of combat experience.

She had bled in real fights.

There was no way she’d lose to a rookie like Xu Feiyan, who had barely trained for a year.

***

They moved to the training hall.

The fight began instantly.

Xu Feiyan struck first, her speed was impossible for a mid-stage Ming Jin.

Yan Wumei barely dodged in time.

As she evaded, she counterattacked, aiming for Xu Feiyan’s weak point before she could recover.

She anticipated Xu Feiyan’s movements, cutting off her escape routes.

But, Xu Feiyan’s combat instincts were sharper than expected.

Instead of retreating, she twisted her body with an eerie grace—

And her fist shot out first.

Fast. Precise. Unpredictable.

Everything happened too quickly.

Yan Wumei, caught off guard, barely adjusted in time.

Their fists collided. A surge of force erupted from Xu Feiyan’s punch, and Yan Wumei staggered back.

Her shock was now impossible to hide.

That power… It’s late-stage Ming Jin!

But Xu Feiyan’s aura was undeniably mid-stage.

No! It wasn’t about her level. It was her technique. She was channeling her strength in a way that amplified its impact.

Yan Wumei almost wondered if this was really Xu Feiyan.

Sharp reflexes. Ruthless strikes. Unbelievable power control.

“Sis, you’ve already lost…”

Yan Wumei’s thoughts had taken only a split second—

But Xu Feiyan had already exploited her distraction.

Her fist stopped a hair’s breadth from Yan Wumei’s throat.

With a smirk, Xu Feiyan withdrew her hand.

It was the Taiji Fist Xu Hao had taught her—deceptively soft, yet devastatingly powerful.

“How did you…?” Yan Wumei’s voice was thick with disbelief. Xu Feiyan, smug, whistled and shrugged.

Not telling~

Yan Wumei’s eyes narrowed.

“Fine. Don’t talk. But don’t blame me for what happens next.”

Her aura shifted—

Now at late-stage Ming Jin.

She attacked again, testing Xu Feiyan further.

The result left her stunned.

Xu Feiyan matched her blow for blow.

This was late-stage Ming Jin—

Combined with Yan Wumei’s An Jin-level combat experience!

Yet a rookie who had trained for less than a year was keeping up?

It felt like all her years of training had gone to waste.

Defeat weighed on Yan Wumei’s heart.

But Xu Feiyan?

She was thrilled.

She had thought she could only win if they were at the same level.

But now, even when Big Sis went a stage higher, I held my own!

Xu Hao was amazing.

The combat skills he taught her were unstoppable.

She couldn’t even imagine how strong he was.

After all, what she had learned from him was just the basics.

Realizing Xu Hao’s true strength, and now, having defeated her once-unbeatable “Big Sis”—

Xu Feiyan’s sense of accomplishment soared.

Her fondness for Xu Hao skyrocketed.

***

While the two women sparred…

Xu Hao had already located Zheng Feifan.

Ready to personally send the protagonist to his grave.

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