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

Chapter 62

Xu Hao’s ultimate goal was the Liu family’s new energy vehicle company.

Now, he had achieved it.

The Liu father and son had also drained the strength of the Brotherhood.

They no longer held any value.

Or did they?

If the Liu father and son were to die quietly, who would be the prime suspect?

The Brotherhood, without a doubt.

And among them, the biggest suspect would be the protagonist, Chen Mo.

No one would believe that Chen Mo, who had been framed by Liu Fei and imprisoned for three years, bore no hatred toward them.

When that time came, things would get interesting.

Whether the authorities cracked down hard and wiped out the Brotherhood was another matter.

But one thing was certain—the Brotherhood’s leaders would be taken in for questioning.

By then, with the Brotherhood leaderless, it would be the perfect time for the Blood Slaughter Gang to seize control.

Even a dead man’s value could still be exploited.

Even capitalists would shed tears over such efficiency…

Nightfall—

A dark moon and high winds—the perfect conditions for murder and arson.

At the Liu family’s villa, two figures stealthily climbed over the wall and slipped out.

They quickly got into a waiting van by the roadside.

The driver of the van was Liu’s most trusted subordinate—

A former special forces soldier who had once saved Liu’s life. Liu trusted him completely.

“Are you sure there won’t be any problems?”

Liu turned to the driver, his voice tinged with worry.

“Relax, Mr. Liu. Over the past three days, I’ve studied their patrol patterns. I just lured them away.”

“As long as we get to the airport quickly, there won’t be an issue…”

The driver, with his military training, was confident in his judgment.

Liu nodded and let out a long breath.

They were headed to the airport, planning to board a flight out of the country.

Having committed too many crimes, Liu had long prepared escape plans and multiple identities.

He wasn’t worried about getting caught while boarding.

“Dad… do we really have to leave the country?”

Behind him, Liu Fei trembled with uncertainty.

His once-proud demeanor had vanished, replaced by exhaustion and fear that refused to fade.

Ever since his past crimes surfaced online, triggering a government investigation, he had been unable to eat or sleep.

He dreaded the moment he would feel cold steel handcuffs around his wrists.

Spending the rest of his life in prison terrified him.

He was a rich second-generation heir, sitting on a fortune of billions, accustomed to a life of luxury.

The thought of rotting away in a dark prison sent chills down his spine.

Now, his father was taking him abroad.

But the unknown frightened him just as much.

What was life like overseas? He had never been there.

His future felt uncertain, bleak.

Damn that bastard.

This was all because of Chen Mo.

These past few days, Liu had kept a low profile, but he hadn’t been idle.

He finally uncovered the mastermind targeting their family—

It was none other than Chen Mo and the Brotherhood.

“Shut up! This is all your fault! I told you not to stir up trouble everywhere, and now look…”

“They’ve come for revenge!”

Hearing his useless son complain, Liu erupted in rage.

If not for this unfilial brat framing Chen Mo and sending him to prison for three years, none of this would have happened.

The Liu family wouldn’t be facing destruction.

Shrinking back under his father’s fury, Liu Fei muttered in a small voice,

“How was I supposed to know that some nobody would meet the Brotherhood’s leader in prison…”

Seeing his son still unrepentant, Liu raised his hand, ready to strike.

But when he saw Liu Fei’s haggard appearance, he sighed and lowered it.

He was his own flesh and blood.

He had to remind himself of that.

Liu Fei flinched, expecting the slap, but when it didn’t come, he cautiously looked up.

Liu simply let out a heavy sigh.

“From now on, learn your lesson. Once we’re overseas, get rid of all your bad habits.”

“People out there aren’t as easy to bully. You won’t even know how you died.”

“…Got it,” Liu Fei mumbled weakly.

Just as Liu was lecturing his son, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The sudden stop threw them forward, their bodies slamming into the dashboard.

“What the hell?!”

Liu Fei snapped in irritation.

Could this driver even drive?!

He was about to scold him when he saw the problem—

A large truck was parked right in front of them, blocking the entire road.

There was no way around it.

“What the hell?! Who the f*** parks like this?!”

Liu Fei cursed loudly.

But both Liu and the driver’s expressions turned grim.

At this critical moment of their escape, a truck was conveniently blocking their path?

A bad feeling crept over them.

“I’ll go check it out.”

The driver, his face tense, pulled a short knife from the glove compartment and stepped out.

“Anyone there? Why the hell did you park like this?”

As he approached the truck’s cab, staying on high alert, a shadow suddenly lunged from the side—

A blade flashed toward his throat.

The attack was too fast.

The driver had no time to react.

All he saw was a glint of steel before a chilling sensation spread across his neck.

His vision blurred, his consciousness fading.

He was a highly trained special forces soldier, capable of handling multiple opponents with ease.

Against ordinary street thugs, he could take on ten at once.

But against a true martial artist, he was nothing more than a fragile target.

The assassin didn’t stop after killing the driver.

With fluid precision, he strode toward the car where Liu sat frozen in terror.

Inside the vehicle—

Liu had been anxiously watching the driver’s every move.

When he saw a figure suddenly appear and slit the man’s throat, his face went deathly pale.

His pupils dilated in sheer horror.

The worst-case scenario had come true.

If this had been a random accident, or even government authorities stopping them, he could have handled it.

But if it was an enemy out for revenge…

They were likely doomed here.

Seeing the driver killed so decisively, Liu’s father knew it was over for them.

Facing a life-or-death crisis, Liu’s father suddenly became sharp-witted. He quickly pressed the button to lock the car doors, scrambled into the driver’s seat, and attempted to escape.

But it was too late.

A powerful kick violently smashed open the car door, its force unimaginable.

Just as Liu’s father started the engine and was about to step on the gas, a dagger slashed across his throat. His eyes widened as blood gushed from his mouth. He collapsed lifelessly onto the seat, unable to die in peace.

Sitting in the back seat, Liu Fei was completely petrified.

Naturally, he couldn’t escape his fate either.

Father and son were reunited in the underworld.

After ensuring everything was cleaned up, Lao Mo scanned the scene, confirming that no evidence was left behind. Then, he drove off in the truck.

It wasn’t until a passing car spotted the gruesome crime scene that someone finally called the police in terror.

Outside Xia Qingge’s apartment complex.

Xu Hao hadn’t gone home to be with his daughters tonight. Instead, he had dinner with Xia Qingge, took a walk, and finally dropped her off at her place.

Xia Qingge held the gift Xu Hao had given her, her face glowing with happiness.

“Uncle, drive safely,” she said sweetly as they arrived at her apartment complex. She reached for the car door, ready to get out.

“Wait…”

Xu Hao stopped her.

Xia Qingge turned back, puzzled. “Uncle, what is it?”

“Qingge, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Seeing the playful expression on his face, Xia Qingge suddenly realized—he was waiting for a goodbye kiss.

She rolled her eyes but leaned in close, moving toward him without hesitation.

They had been together for a while now. They had done things far more intimate than this, so she no longer felt shy about such small gestures.

[Ding…

[Ding… Chen Mo is burning with rage, Emotion Value +769…]

[Ding… Chen Mo is utterly dumbfounded, Emotion Value +823…]

Neither of them realized—no, to be precise, Xia Qingge didn’t realize—a pair of eyes was watching them from the shadows.

Chen Mo’s mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg. His pupils were dilated to the extreme, his face filled with shock.

What he was witnessing was Xu Hao and Xia Qingge’s intimate moment inside the car.

Chen Mo had been planning to take action against Xu Hao after dealing with the Liu family.

Last time, he hadn’t gathered much useful information. Tonight, he intended to try again.

Coincidentally, he saw Xu Hao taking Xia Qingge out.

So he followed them, watching them eat together, shop together—their relationship shockingly close.

At first, he assumed Xu Hao was still in the “pursuing” phase.

But now…

Seeing Xia Qingge taking the initiative, leaning in so naturally…

A girl this innocent would never be so forward in such situations.

Which meant—they had already crossed that line long ago.

They had probably done everything that should and shouldn’t be done.

Xia Qingge was his goddess.

He went to prison three years ago because of her.

And now, seeing her with another man—a middle-aged man—Chen Mo couldn’t accept it.

“No… No way… This isn’t real…”

His mind went blank, and he muttered to himself in disbelief.

By the time he snapped out of it, Xu Hao had already driven away.

Xia Qingge stood at the entrance, still waving goodbye.

Pain. Agonizing pain.

Chen Mo clutched his chest, feeling a crippling heartache.

Watching Xia Qingge prepare to enter her apartment, he lost control and rushed forward.

He had to ask her face to face.

He had to understand—why?

What did he lack?

Why would Xia Qingge rather be with a 50-year-old man than even spare him a glance?

“Qingge… why were you acting like that with Xu Hao just now? Are you two… together?”

Chen Mo clung to a final shred of hope.

He prayed she would deny it.

Xia Qingge gasped, startled by the sudden appearance of a disheveled, red-eyed man with a twisted expression.

When she recognized him as Chen Mo, her brows furrowed.

She hadn’t forgotten how this guy bad-mouthed Uncle Xu in front of her.

Yes, Chen Mo had saved her once.

But after hearing a few words from Xu Hao, Xia Qingge no longer cared.

Her heart belonged entirely to Uncle Xu now.

Naturally, she felt no goodwill toward someone who held hostility toward Xu Hao.

Her voice turned ice-cold.

“What does it have to do with you?”

Chen Mo saw her displeased expression.

Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, he blurted out:

“Qingge, tell me—did Xu Hao force you?”

“Yes! That must be it! Xu Hao is the CEO of Xu Group—he’s taking advantage of his power to exploit you, isn’t he?”

“Qingge, don’t be afraid! I can protect you! That bastard Xu Hao is nothing to me—”

Chen Mo’s voice grew more and more unhinged.

Xia Qingge was his *white moonlight.

[*”White Moonlight” refers to a person that one has always loved, but unattainable.]

During those dark, torturous years in prison…

Whenever he was bullied to the point of wanting to end it all, whenever he trained until he passed out, it was her image that kept him going.

She was his reason to survive.

When he got out of prison, he swore to protect her with his life.

But now…

She was with another man.

A man old enough to be her father.

She was probably no longer pure.

His light had vanished.

His entire world collapsed.

Xia Qingge’s expression darkened further.

And when she heard him insult Uncle Xu, she snapped.

“Are you insane?”

“As you guessed, I’m with Uncle Xu. He likes me, and I like him too.”

“We’ve done everything. Satisfied now?”

“My life is none of your business. Don’t ever show up in front of me again or disrupt my life.”

She threw out the cold words, shot Chen Mo a look of pure disgust, then turned on her heel and walked into the complex, her heels clicking against the pavement.

Chen Mo stood frozen, as if struck by lightning. His mind buzzed, blank and numb.

Then, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees.

“No…”

At that moment, a scrap-collecting tricycle happened to pass by, its loudspeaker playing a melancholic tune:

“Snowflakes drifting, the north wind howling, the vast world covered in white…”

Brotherhood Gang Headquarters

A fleet of police cars roared into the area.

With a commanding wave, a squad of officers armed with guns stormed the building.

The gang’s core members, caught off guard by their subordinates’ urgent reports, were completely stunned.

They had been keeping a low profile lately, following the law.

Why the hell were the cops barging in like this?

“Take them away.”

The leading officer gave a firm order.

Upon hearing this, the officers stepped forward, handcuffs at the ready.

Shing! Shing! Shing!

The gang members immediately drew their weapons.

“Hold it!”

The gang’s second-in-command raised a hand, stopping his men. His brows furrowed as he looked at the officer.

“Sir, what crime have we committed to warrant such a grand entrance?”

“We at least deserve an explanation. We’re not pushovers.”

The lead officer sneered coldly.

“You murdered Liu and his son, along with a driver. Is that reason enough?”

“What?”

All four gang leaders were visibly shocked, exchanging looks of disbelief.

They locked eyes and immediately understood—this wasn’t their doing.

Then, realization hit them.

Chen Mo.

He had gone out this afternoon and hadn’t returned since.

Could it be… that Chen Mo acted on his own?

Anger flared up among them.

They weren’t mad that he had killed the Liu family.

Their feud was deep—Liu and his son had it coming. They weren’t sentimental fools.

But the timing was a disaster.

The Liu family was still under investigation. Their crimes hadn’t been confirmed yet.

Killing them now would only heap suspicion onto their own heads.

Not only that, but it could drag the entire Brotherhood Gang down with him.

If this stirred up the higher-ups, a full-scale crackdown could come down on them overnight.

If they had waited until Liu and his son were officially convicted and thrown in prison, then revenge would have been easy.

They had warned Chen Mo about this.

He had sworn he wouldn’t act.

Yet, he turned around and did it anyway.

This kind of two-faced betrayal filled them with disappointment.

Despite their suspicions, the second-in-command kept his expression neutral, only showing doubt.

“Could there be some mistake? We’ve been here all night. None of us left this place…”

“You—”