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

Chapter 68

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zheng Feifan unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks.

Zhao Lei, spoiled since childhood, had never suffered such pain. He screamed in agony.

After a solid beating, Zheng Feifan figured the lesson was enough and stopped.

He stared coldly at Zhao Lei.

“I’ll give you one more chance to rethink your words. Are you going to lift the ban on Xu Hongzhuang?”

“You’re dead! No one has ever dared to hit me before! I swear, I’ll kill you!” Zhao Lei spat venomously.

“Heh, guess I didn’t hit you hard enough.”

Zheng Feifan sneered and continued his assault.

Refusing to submit? Then he’d just keep beating him until he did.

This was his way of solving Xu Hongzhuang’s ban—

Brutal. Direct.

And extremely effective.

These pampered rich kids couldn’t handle a little pain. Beat them up, and they’d quickly bow their heads.

Sure, there’d be retaliation later, but Zheng Feifan wasn’t worried.

“Are you giving in or not?”

“Do you even know who I am?! Do you have any idea what consequences this will have? Your family will pay for this too!”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“I—I give in! I give in! Stop hitting me!”

Zhao Lei had no choice. Zheng Feifan specifically targeted his weak spots, making the pain unbearable.

But even as he surrendered, hatred burned in his eyes.

He had never suffered such humiliation. He swore to make Zheng Feifan pay.

Zheng Feifan shrugged.

“See? You could’ve just said that earlier. Why make me get my hands dirty?”

With that, Xu Hongzhuang’s problem was solved.

Zheng Feifan turned to leave.

But just in case Zhao Lei tried to go back on his word, he gave a final warning.

“If I don’t hear about the ban being lifted by tomorrow, I’ll be back.”

“And next time… it won’t just be a beating.”

Leaving those chilling words behind, Zheng Feifan walked away.

He noticed the hatred in Zhao Lei’s eyes—

But he didn’t care.

A spoiled rich brat like him? If he wanted revenge, he was welcome to try. He’d just have to face the consequences.

At the Zhao Estate

“Young Master, are you alright?”

Zhao Lei’s personal bodyguard struggled to his feet, ignoring the searing pain in his chest, and helped him up.

Zhao Lei’s face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition.

His eyes burned with hatred and murderous intent as he roared,

“Find out everything about him! I want him dead! I’ll wipe out his entire family!”

Xu Family Villa

Xiao Wanling stayed for dinner at the Xu family home as usual.

But tonight, she was unusually quiet.

She didn’t even tease her best friend, Xu Hongzhuang, like she normally would.

Xu Hongzhuang found it strange.

Her normally lively friend suddenly acting reserved felt… unsettling.

She had no idea—

That after Xu Hao’s hands-on “teaching,” Xiao Wanling’s heart was still racing uncontrollably…

Every time she faced Su Wanqiu, the lady of the house, she avoided her gaze—

Like a mistress afraid to face the wife.

After dinner, Xiao Wanling quickly made up an excuse and left.

Meanwhile, Xu Hao went to his study.

A message from his secretary, Li Kun, was waiting for him.

It included both text and video footage.

Judging by the angle, it was surveillance footage.

The bar from earlier—Jinbi Huihuang—was actually one of the businesses run by the Blood Slaughter Syndicate.

Everything that happened this afternoon was recorded.

Xu Hao watched with amusement.

He knew the type of protagonist these “Dragon Kings Returning to the City” always were—

All fists, no brains.

And the villains? They always seemed to lose IQ points at the worst times.

They’d get beaten up, refuse to call the cops, and insist on personal revenge instead.

Which, of course, only led to them getting humiliated again and again.

Zheng Feifan’s actions were slightly beyond Xu Hao’s expectations.

He thought Zheng Feifan would just give Zhao Lei a verbal warning.

Maybe Zhao Lei wouldn’t listen and would try to mess with him.

But instead, Zheng Feifan started swinging the moment he walked in.

Looks like Xu Hao had underestimated how much this protagonist relied on brute force.

But that was perfect.

This made executing his plan even easier.

He pulled out his phone, found an unknown number, and sent a message.

The recipient?

His most lethal assassin.

It was time to put him to use.

The day passed quickly…

In a Private Hospital Room

Zhao Lei lay on the hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages, his face covered in ointment.

He flipped through a file on Zheng Feifan.

A security guard at Qingtian Electronics, kidnapped as a child, recently returned from abroad.

His only family—his father—had died in a car accident, leaving him alone.

Zhao Lei quickly extracted the key points.

Before his death, Zheng Feifan’s father had been close to Xu Hao and was once a shareholder in the Xu Group.

After the accident, even Xu Hao had attended the funeral.

Everything started making sense.

This Zheng Feifan guy wasn’t sent by Xu Hao—he was acting on his own.

Most likely, his good relationship with the Xu family made him step in when he saw Xu Hongzhuang being blacklisted.

But even if Xu Hao had sent him, it didn’t matter.

Beating Zhao Lei this badly was already a death sentence.

Zhao Lei’s hatred burned.

Killing Zheng Feifan was the only way to satisfy his rage.

As he plotted his revenge, a knock sounded at the door.

Bang, bang…

Interrupted from his thoughts, Zhao Lei snapped impatiently, “Come in.”

The door clicked open.

A nurse wearing a surgical mask entered, pushing a small medical cart.

She approached the bed and began preparing an injection.

Without hesitation, she picked up the syringe and administered the shot.

Zhao Lei suddenly felt something was wrong.

A burning sensation spread through his body, as if he were on fire.

Pain wracked his entire being, distorting his face, his pupils widening in terror.

The nurse leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“My boss asked me to deliver a message—if you don’t lift Xu Hongzhuang’s ban, it won’t just be a beating next time.”

“This is what happens when you break your promises.”

Zhao Lei’s eyes filled with horror.

Zheng Feifan… was trying to kill him?

He hadn’t taken yesterday’s threat seriously.

Lifting Xu Hongzhuang’s ban had never even crossed his mind.

His entire life had been smooth sailing—he didn’t even know the meaning of surrender.

Besides, he was already planning to kill Zheng Feifan.

Why would he care about the threats of a dead man walking?

But before he could strike, his enemy had acted first.

Agonizing pain ripped through him as his life force drained away.

He tried to scream for help, but no sound came out.

His pleading eyes turned to the nurse, hoping for mercy.

But her gaze remained cold, devoid of emotion.

Despair swallowed him whole.

The nurse calmly packed up her things and turned to leave.

Was this really the end?

Zhao Lei refused to accept it.

He was the young master of Zhao Media! He still had so much left to enjoy!

Damn it.

If only he had stationed more bodyguards around him.

His father had once arranged four personal guards for him.

But he found them inconvenient and only kept one.

And now, that sole bodyguard was lying unconscious after being beaten by Zheng Feifan yesterday.

If he had just brought more guards, he wouldn’t be dying at the hands of a mere nurse.

Even in his final moments, he didn’t regret blacklisting Xu Hongzhuang.

He only regretted not having more protection.

His eyelids grew heavier as darkness crept in.

At the last moment, his blurred vision landed on the report about Zheng Feifan.

A sudden surge of strength filled his dying body.

No. Even if I die… I won’t let Zheng Feifan go unpunished.

His father had only one son—his death would ignite a storm of vengeance.

With the last of his strength, Zhao Lei raised a trembling hand.

His fingertip landed on Zheng Feifan’s name.

That was all he could do.

His head tilted, and his consciousness faded away…

At the door, the nurse abruptly turned back.

Seeing Zhao Lei’s final position, she smirked beneath her mask.

Mission accomplished.

She was Xu Hao’s deadliest assassin.

This entire setup—this perfect frame-up—was Xu Hao’s doing.

It strengthened the case against Zheng Feifan.

Otherwise, killing Zhao Lei instantly with a higher dose would have been much cleaner.

But no, the timing had to be precise.

She double-checked the body—Zhao Lei was dead. No evidence remained.

Without hesitation, she pushed the medical cart out of the room and quietly shut the door.

The guards outside noticed nothing unusual.

It wasn’t until a doctor later entered for a check-up that chaos erupted—

By then, Zhao Lei’s body was already cold.

Zhao Lei’s Death Reaches His Father

News of Zhao Lei’s death quickly reached his father in the Zhao family’s media empire in the Imperial Capital.

At first, he thought it was an April Fool’s joke.

Then, disbelief turned into rage.

He immediately ordered his secretary to arrange a flight.

Upon arriving in the Magic City, he rushed straight to the hospital.

His bodyguards stood in silence, heads lowered like schoolchildren awaiting punishment.

Zhao Lei’s father couldn’t suppress his grief.

“How did Xiao Lei die?”

His strongest personal bodyguard stepped forward.

“The autopsy confirmed it—Young Master was poisoned.”

His mind was in turmoil.

That night, after taking Zhao Lei out of the bar and sending him to the hospital, he had collapsed from his own injuries and fallen unconscious.

By the time he woke up, Zhao Lei had already been murdered.

Despite his injuries, he forced himself up to report the situation.

“Who killed him? What the hell happened?”

Zhao Lei’s father’s face darkened, his rage threatening to consume him.

He was on the verge of exploding.

The bodyguard recounted everything that had happened at the bar the previous night.

“…I was seriously injured by Zheng Feifan. That’s when I realized he was a hidden expert in Dark Force. After that, he beat Young Master brutally.”

“Before leaving, he threatened that if the ban on Xu Hongzhuang wasn’t lifted by the next day, it wouldn’t just be another beating.”

The bodyguard handed over a file—the same one Zhao Lei had been reviewing.

On it, the name “Zheng Feifan” was pressed with a bloodstained fingerprint.

“This is the file Young Master had his men compile on Zheng Feifan. According to the autopsy, Young Master didn’t die immediately after being poisoned—he suffered excruciating pain.”

“We suspect this fingerprint was his final message before death.”

“Good. Very good. Zheng Feifan, you killed my son. I’ll make sure you wish you were dead.”

Zhao Lei’s father’s eyes burned red, his fury reaching its peak.

He let out a guttural, hysterical roar.

“Master…”

The bodyguard hesitated, then spoke cautiously.

“What else do you have to say?”

Zhao Lei’s father turned to him, his voice ice-cold.

Though he knew the bodyguard wasn’t at fault—the enemy was simply too powerful—he couldn’t help but hold some resentment.

“Master, I feel like something about this isn’t right… It seems too simple.”

Despite his overwhelming rage, Zhao Lei’s father didn’t lose his rationality.

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

The bodyguard hesitated before explaining.

“We investigated. During the time of Young Master’s murder, Zheng Feifan was working as a security guard at Qingtian Electronics.”

“We checked everyone who entered Young Master’s hospital room. Only one nurse had been inside at the time of his death.”

“When we tracked her down, we found that she had been knocked unconscious and replaced by an imposter.”

“Could someone else be behind this? Maybe they framed Zheng Feifan deliberately. Otherwise, why not kill Young Master instantly instead of making him suffer and leaving behind a message?”

“We can confirm—Zheng Feifan and the assassin who killed Young Master are not the same person.”

His analysis was solid and well-reasoned.

“You’re saying someone staged Xiao Lei’s murder to frame Zheng Feifan?”

Zhao Lei’s father furrowed his brow.

Then he shook his head.

“The only enemy Xiao Lei had was the Xu family. If my son is dead, they’re all going down with him.”

“Whether it was Zheng Feifan or not, he’s the prime suspect. He must die.”

Zhao Lei’s father’s voice was filled with killing intent.

Xu Hao had counted on this reaction and didn’t mind leaving a small flaw in the setup.

The bodyguard fell silent.

He had done his duty by voicing his doubts. The rest was up to Zhao Lei’s father.

“Take me to see Xiao Lei.”

The bodyguard led him into a hospital room.

Seeing his son’s lifeless, tortured body, Zhao Lei’s father felt like his heart was being torn apart.

He had only one son, one he had cherished and protected since birth.

And now, he was gone.

The grief was unbearable.

Pain turned into unrelenting fury.

His fists clenched. His eyes burned with murderous intent.

“Xiao Lei… don’t go too fast. I’ll send everyone who harmed you to the grave with you…”

Upon leaving the hospital, Zhao Lei’s father went straight to Zhao Media’s Magic City branch.

He issued an order immediately.

Increase the pressure on Xu Hongzhuang’s ban. Intensify the smear campaigns. No consequences mattered.

Everything had started because of her.

If not for that woman, his son wouldn’t have come to the Magic City.

Wouldn’t have died.

As for going to war with the Xu family?

He no longer cared.

His son was dead. Nothing else mattered.

They were all going down with him.

Next, he made a long-dormant phone call.

On the other end was a Dark Force expert he had once helped—someone who owed him a favor and had promised to act once in return.

Zheng Feifan was the most suspicious. His motive was clear. He had to die.

Only then could Zhao Lei rest in peace.

Once Zheng Feifan was dead, he would deal with the Xu family.

He didn’t bother calling the police.

That would be too easy on him.

He wanted Zheng Feifan to suffer.

Nightfall

After dinner, Zheng Feifan strolled home with his fellow security guards, chatting and joking along the way.

He scrolled through his phone, reading news articles.

Zhao Media’s smear campaign against Xu Hongzhuang was still ongoing.

Clearly, Zhao Lei hadn’t lifted the ban.

His gaze darkened.

“I went too easy on him. I’ll have to visit him again tomorrow… Teach him a lesson he won’t forget.”

Just as he was planning his next move, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A powerful presence loomed ahead—stronger than him.

And filled with killing intent.

His heart tensed.

An enemy from the underground world?

His eyes flickered as he quickly analyzed the situation.

He narrowed his gaze as a group of figures approached…