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

Chapter 67

So elegant. Incredibly elegant.

Watching Xu Hao brew tea felt like admiring a piece of art.

As the tea was prepared, a delicate fragrance filled the air, refreshing and invigorating.

Just one whiff seemed to wash away all exhaustion, leaving a sense of clarity and alertness.

Xiao Wanling understood tea arts.

And because she understood, she recognized the mastery in Xu Hao’s skills.

The precision in water temperature, steeping time, and timing of tea infusion—every aspect was flawlessly executed.

Even decades of practice might not be enough to reach such perfection.

Yet, Uncle Xu had achieved it.

Beside her—

Xu Hongzhuang, who knew nothing about tea arts, still sensed the extraordinary nature of Xu Hao’s craftsmanship.

A question rose in her mind.

How did he manage to master so many skills?

Any one of them would take an ordinary person a lifetime to perfect.

But Xu Hao had combined several into one.

What else was he hiding?

Xu Hongzhuang found Xu Hao increasingly mysterious.

“Uncle, how many years did it take you to reach this level of tea mastery?”

Xiao Wanling snapped out of her daze, eyes shining as she leaned in and asked.

“Oh?”

Xu Hao raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.

“You know tea arts?”

“Mm-hmm!”

Xiao Wanling nodded rapidly like a pecking chick.

“I’ve loved tea since I was little. I studied it for a while and have been brewing my own tea for over ten years.”

As she spoke, she lowered her head, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“My skills are so basic… they don’t even compare to yours, Uncle.”

She used to take pride in her tea artistry.

She had thought even master-level skills weren’t beyond her reach.

But now, after witnessing Xu Hao’s expertise, she wanted to dig a hole and hide.

“Do you want to learn? I can teach you.”

Xiao Wanling lifted her head. Xu Hao was looking at her with a warm smile, as gentle as a spring breeze.

For a moment, her heart skipped a beat.

Then, realization hit, and she was instantly thrilled, her eyes sparkling.

“Uncle, really? Can I reach your level?”

“Of course. It’s just a matter of practice.”

When Xu Hao acquired divine-level tea skills, he thought they’d only be useful for drinking tea himself.

But now, this little heroine was interested in tea arts too.

That gave him another opportunity.

And what’s the best way to teach tea brewing? Hands-on guidance, of course.

Since this wasn’t his daughter, there was no need to hold back.

Now he could finally showcase his true charm.

Xiao Wanling got so excited she nearly wet herself.

She quickly excused herself and dashed to the restroom.

Xu Hongzhuang, puzzled, followed her.

Matching her pace, she asked curiously, “Wanling, is his tea artistry really that amazing?”

“Amazing? That doesn’t even begin to describe it! You know those so-called tea masters on TV?”

“Even they aren’t as skilled as I am, and yet my tea is nothing compared to Uncle Xu’s.”

“I’ve never seen tea brewing that contains such profound artistry…”

Talking about her area of expertise, Xiao Wanling became animated, her face glowing with excitement.

Xu Hongzhuang was stunned.

She had only guessed Xu Hao was skilled, but now she had proof.

“Oh, right! Hongzhuang, your dad agreed to teach me tea arts. You don’t mind, do you?”

Xiao Wanling suddenly thought of something and playfully winked at her friend.

“He agreed himself. Why would I mind?”

Xu Hongzhuang rolled her eyes.

“Really? I remember someone complaining about their little sister taking up too much of his time…”

Xiao Wanling still remembered Xu Huayi clinging to Xu Hao.

Xu Hongzhuang’s face turned red as she glared at her best friend.

“She was just talking nonsense! You actually believed her?”

Before long, Xiao Wanling returned eagerly.

Xu Hao, drawing from the knowledge in his mind, started explaining the art of tea.

He went over the key aspects of brewing and the proper mindset for tea appreciation.

Unknowingly, Xiao Wanling became completely absorbed.

To listen more closely, she gradually leaned toward Xu Hao.

Time passed slowly…

Xu Hao began guiding her through the brewing process, deliberately making the explanation more complex.

Even though Xiao Wanling had a strong foundation, she still struggled to understand.

After finishing his lecture, Xu Hao demonstrated the process himself.

“Alright, that’s how it’s done. Now you try.”

Xiao Wanling sat down at the tea table, dazed.

She had only grasped bits and pieces of the lesson.

But with Xu Hao pushing her forward, she had no choice but to go for it.

Luckily, her tea skills were solid, and she brewed a decent cup.

But she had only followed her usual method.

As for Xu Hao’s detailed explanations on timing, temperature, and precision—

She had completely missed the mark.

Xiao Wanling stared eagerly at Xu Hao as he sipped his tea.

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you again,” Xu Hao said, setting down his teacup.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Xiao Wanling replayed Xu Hao’s explanation in her mind.

Even if he demonstrated it again, she doubted she would understand.

Not only was she failing to learn anything, but she was also wasting Uncle Xu’s time.

Then—

A spark of inspiration hit her. She recalled how Xu Hao had taught her best friend.

If he taught her the same way, guiding her hands step by step, she could grasp the finer details of the tea-making process.

After some hesitation, she lifted her head, her voice nervous.

“Uncle Xu, I might be too slow… I feel like even if you explain it a few more times, I still won’t understand…”

“Could you… maybe teach me like you taught Hongzhuang? Hand-on-hand?”

As she finished speaking, her voice grew softer, and her face flushed with embarrassment.

Xu Hao raised an eyebrow slightly. He had deliberately made the lesson complex so that this little heroine wouldn’t understand, expecting her to request hands-on guidance.

He hadn’t expected her to be so cooperative and suggest it herself.

That saved him some effort.

“Of course, come here.”

Xu Hao moved closer, grabbing her hands firmly.

“You need to do it like this… and this… just like that…”

As he spoke, his breath brushed against her ear.

The moment Xu Hao wrapped his arms around her, Xiao Wanling’s body froze.

She had never been this close to a man before.

Feeling the warmth of his breath near her ear, she went completely weak.

She barely registered what Xu Hao was saying or doing.

Earlier, when she watched him teach Xu Hongzhuang hand-on-hand, it had seemed so natural—nothing unusual at all.

But now that she was the one being taught, she realized it wasn’t so simple.

Ding… Xiao Wanling’s heart rate increases, emotional value +654…

Ding… Xiao Wanling feels nervous and uneasy, emotional value +765…

Was she unprepared the first time?

No problem. There would be a next time.

As Xu Hao guided her through the process, he was also testing her boundaries.

Meanwhile, the protagonist, Zheng Feifan, remained oblivious.

In his eyes, Uncle Xu was a man of loyalty and honor, someone he deeply respected.

Little did he know that while he was out running errands for Xu Hao, Xu Hao was busy teaching his beloved landlady… hand-on-hand.

Qingtian Electronics Co.

Dressed in a security guard uniform, Zheng Feifan stood at the company entrance.

Suddenly, he yawned, rubbing his nose with a smirk.

“Which beauty is thinking about me this time?”

After leaving the Xu family’s villa, he had come straight to work.

Once his shift ended, he planned to find the young master of Zhao Media and settle the issue regarding Xu Hongzhuang.

He hadn’t agreed to help Xu Hao just for a minor reward or empty promises.

If he could lift the ban on her, he’d earn Xu Hongzhuang’s gratitude—and maybe even win her heart.

Plus, Xu Hao had hinted at something crucial: clues about his late father’s mysterious past.

Supposedly, the head of Zhao Media was involved.

He wasn’t sure if it was true, but he needed to investigate.

Since he had to confront Zhao Media anyway, why not take care of Xu Hao’s request along the way?

The day passed quickly…

By 5 PM, as his shift ended, Zheng Feifan followed the leads he had gathered and arrived at Jinbi Huihuang Bar.

Zhao Lei never hid his whereabouts—his extravagant lifestyle was well-known.

At that moment—

Inside the bar!

Colorful lights flashed, and rock music blasted through the speakers.

Men and women seeking excitement danced wildly, lost in the moment.

Zhao Lei lounged with his new friends from Shanghai—several young heirs from wealthy families.

Suddenly, he stood up and shouted,

“Everyone, get hyped! Order whatever you want—it’s all on me tonight!”

For a split second, the entire bar fell silent.

Then—

A deafening roar of cheers erupted.

“Zhao Gongzi, you’re the best! You’re my idol, I love you!”

“Master Zhao, do you need a leg accessory? Let me hug your thigh!”

“Zhao Gongzi is a legend!”

Hearing the flattery from all directions, Zhao Lei smirked in satisfaction.

He loved this feeling of being worshiped.

“Man, today alone must have cost at least ten million, right? Zhao Bro, you’re on another level!”

“Throwing out ten million like it’s nothing—now that’s true wealth!”

“Zhao Gongzi, a toast to you!”

The other rich heirs showered him with praise and admiration.

Zhao Lei felt even more elated.

He kept a cool expression, casually waving his hand in a show of nonchalance.

Then—

His gaze shifted, and the sight of the beautiful dancers on stage vanished.

A figure had stepped into view, blocking his line of sight.

“Get lost, you’re blocking my view!” Zhao Lei frowned and snapped.

But the figure in front of him didn’t move. Instead, he stepped closer, a look of disdain on his face.

“You’re Zhao Gongzi, right?”

Who else could it be but Zheng Feifan?

Seeing someone causing trouble, Zhao Lei’s rich-kid lackeys perked up immediately.

Noticing Zheng Feifan’s security guard uniform, they sneered.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You dare to say Zhao Gongzi’s name like that? Call your boss over!”

“Where did they even hire someone like you? No manners at all. Apologize to Brother Zhao right now, or don’t blame us for being rough!”

“Unbelievable! A lowly security guard acting so cocky…”

Zheng Feifan had come straight after work, still wearing his uniform.

These rich brats assumed he was just a nightclub bouncer.

Zhao Lei took a sip from his wine glass, completely unfazed.

A clown like this? Not even worth lifting a finger for. His lackeys could handle it.

The insults and mockery didn’t faze Zheng Feifan.

He was only here to warn Zhao Lei—

To make him lift the ban on Xu Hongzhuang.

But seeing Zhao Lei’s arrogant attitude, Zheng Feifan felt annoyed.

He glanced at the barking lackeys.

“Your master hasn’t spoken yet. Why are you dogs yapping?”

“You motherf***er! Did you just call us dogs? You’re asking for it!”

Though not as wealthy as Zhao Lei, these trust-fund kids had been spoiled their entire lives.

How could they tolerate such an insult from a mere security guard?

Furious, they grabbed beer bottles from the table and rushed at Zheng Feifan.

But—

How could these spoiled rich boys, drained from drinking and partying, possibly be his match?

With a swift move, Zheng Feifan snatched a bottle from one of them and smashed it over his head.

Crash!

One by one, the rich kids collapsed to the floor, clutching their heads and groaning in pain.

Ignoring their wails, Zheng Feifan stepped toward Zhao Lei.

Seeing how easily Zheng Feifan took down his lackeys, Zhao Lei was a little surprised—

But he didn’t panic.

A middle-aged man had already stepped in front of him—

His personal bodyguard.

A trained martial artist.

A strong Mid-Level Jin Energy Practitioner.

This was exactly why Xu Hao hadn’t sent people to deal with Zhao Lei.

The Xu and Zhao families were business rivals.

If they attacked Zhao Lei and failed to kill him in one strike, their identity would be exposed.

And then, the Zhao family’s retaliation would be relentless.

That’s why, when Xu Hao saw Zheng Feifan, he decided to let someone else do the dirty work.

“Cripple him. Beat him to a pulp—just don’t kill him,” Zhao Lei ordered coldly.

He knew Zheng Feifan was here to stir trouble, so he showed no mercy.

His bodyguard unleashed his mid-level Jin Energy, clenched his powerful fists, and lunged at Zheng Feifan.

But—

Before his punch could land—

Boom!

Zheng Feifan struck first, a single punch slamming into the man’s chest.

Thud!

The bodyguard was sent flying back at an even greater speed—

Crashing onto the floor, unable to move.

His chest caved in.

Severely injured.

He could feel a strange energy wreaking havoc inside his body.

His pupils shrank in terror as he stared at the ordinary-looking young man in a security uniform.

“D-Dark Jin… an expert!”

Zheng Feifan had actually held back.

If he hadn’t, that punch would have killed the guy.

Everything happened so fast—

Zhao Lei didn’t even have time to react.

His smug grin froze on his face.

He had encountered plenty of reckless fools trying to stand up against him before.

But they were always dealt with effortlessly by his men.

This was the first time he had seen his personal bodyguard taken out in an instant.

Still, Zhao Lei had seen enough in life to stay calm.

After a brief moment of shock, he regained his composure and asked coldly,

“Who the hell are you? What do you want?”

Zheng Feifan casually sat across from him.

“Nothing much. Just wanted to have a chat, Zhao Gongzi.”

“You’re quite shameless, aren’t you? Couldn’t win a girl over, so you resorted to banning her from the industry? That’s pretty low, don’t you think?”

Zhao Lei’s eyes flashed with understanding. He sneered.

“So, Xu Hao sent you?”

“Can’t handle my ban, so he sent someone to take care of me? Looks like this so-called ‘moral businessman’ isn’t so noble after all.”

“Don’t get it twisted.”

Zheng Feifan waved his hand dismissively.

He actually had a decent impression of Xu Hao and didn’t want to drag him into this.

“I just can’t stand the kind of guy you are.”

“Ruining the future of a young, talented woman just because she rejected you… that’s pathetic.”

Zhao Lei was momentarily stunned.

Then, he scoffed.

“Oh, I see. You’re just another pathetic simp.”

“Kid, don’t you know that simps never end well?”

“So, I take it you’re refusing to lift the ban on Xu Hongzhuang?” Zheng Feifan asked.

Zhao Lei chuckled coldly.

“Once I say something, it’s set in stone. I never go back on my word.”

He had lived his whole life without setbacks.

No way was he backing down just because some punk told him to.

“You just don’t know when to quit, huh?” Zheng Feifan sighed.

He suddenly stood up.

Tilted his head slightly.

Loosened his joints.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

A series of sharp popping sounds echoed through the air.

Zhao Lei’s expression finally changed.

“You… what are you trying to do?”