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

Chapter 14: Awakened Strange Traits! Truly Little Sweethearts

Nightfall—

Xu Hao didn’t have many hobbies, but he particularly loved racing.

That night, he drove alone to Mount Akina, ready to pick a car. He chose a sleek and glamorous model.

The car had a body as smooth as jade, was meticulously maintained, and looked brand-new. Its headlights were dazzling, its rear curves perfectly rounded—an elite urban SUV.

When Xu Hao got inside, he found the interior to be luxurious, with smooth leather and controls that felt perfect to the touch.

The only downside was its cramped interior space, giving it a slightly oppressive feel.

After familiarizing himself with the controls, he turned the key.

As the engine roared to life, he could feel a faint tremor. However, the soundproofing left much to be desired.

Slowly revving up to 3600 RPM, he noticed the car shaking slightly and emitting some noise.

This car, combined with Xu Hao’s driving skills, was a perfect match.

Gripping the steering wheel with both hands, he floored the gas pedal, launching the car with a screech.

The speedometer quickly climbed to 360 km/h.

The glamorous car disappeared into the distance, leaving a trail of stunned racers in its wake.

None of them could make out the vehicle—only a fleeting shadow.

In their minds, a single question arose:

What the heck just ran over my face?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Ding… Su Wanqiu feels anger, Emotional Value +123…]

[Ding… Su Wanqiu feels extreme embarrassment, Emotional Value +999…]

Xu Hao glanced at the system notifications, slightly surprised.

He could understand the embarrassment providing 999 emotional value—after all, there were people at home…

Su Wanqiu had been reluctant but couldn’t resist Xu Hao.

But what puzzled him was how her anger seemed to have lessened.

What’s going on?

Not just this instance—he noticed fewer notifications about her anger or hatred over time.

Xu Hao immediately checked Su Wanqiu’s attribute panel and was astonished.

Her “favorability,” previously at “-66,” had risen to “-52.”

It was still negative, but… wasn’t that an improvement?

His expression turned peculiar.

He had done several things without her consent recently, yet her favorability hadn’t dropped—it had even increased.

Could it be… she’s awakened some strange traits?

[Ding… Xu Shiqing feels resentment, Emotional Value +555…]

[Ding… Xu Shiqing feels surging resentment, Emotional Value +555…]

Unexpectedly, Su Wanqiu contributed a significant amount of emotional value that evening.

But his two daughters weren’t far behind, proving once again why they were his little sweethearts.

Xu Hao checked the accumulated emotional value on his panel—over 40,000 points!

That meant he could draw four prizes.

“Let’s do the draw!”

[Ding… Congratulations! You’ve received 10 free attribute points.]

[Ding… Congratulations! You’ve received 10 free attribute points.]

[Ding… Congratulations! You’ve received the skill: Close-Quarters Combat (Master Level).]

(Skill Levels: Proficient, Master, Grandmaster, God Tier.)

In an instant, a slight pain flickered through Xu Hao’s mind.

A surge of combat-related knowledge flooded his brain, as if it had been engraved into his memory.

It felt like he had spent over a decade mastering these skills.

The most remarkable part?

Xu Hao felt he could utilize these techniques effortlessly, without any sense of unfamiliarity.

With this skill, Xu Hao finally felt he had some self-defense capability.

Relying on external forces was unreliable. Strength was the only true security.

Though Kyushu wasn’t like other countries with daily shootings, where killing was rampant, you could never be too careful.

[Kyushu: Island in Japan]

What if one day, he triggered a storyline where a group of outlaws tried to kidnap him?

Moreover—

He also possessed the Destined Villain Aura, fated to clash with the protagonist until one of them perished.

What if the protagonist decided to break the rules and kill him outright, even if it meant violating the law? That would be absurd.

Being cautious by nature, Xu Hao had no intention of provoking the protagonist until he gained sufficient strength to defend himself. Otherwise, when he encountered a protagonist yesterday, he wouldn’t have left without even attempting to probe them.

With that thought, Xu Hao’s mind stirred, and he allocated all 20 free attribute points to strength.

Previously, he had invested points in constitution, assuming that the rebellious protagonist wouldn’t appear for another two and a half years.

However, it turned out this was a fusion world, blending elements from different stories. He had already encountered a protagonist yesterday, whose natural favorability towards him was negative.

Xu Hao understood the priorities.

Improving his constitution to make himself younger was certainly important, but staying alive took precedence.

If he died, nothing else would matter.

With his current constitution, even enduring a night of intense activity seven times over wouldn’t be an issue, so there was no urgent need to enhance it further.

Once the threat of the protagonist passed, he could always boost his constitution later.

As for becoming younger to attract the female leads?

Did it matter?

Who was he?

Why would he need to deliberately curry favor with female leads or change himself for them? That was simply out of the question.

A familiar warmth surged through his body.

When the sensation faded, his strength had doubled again, reaching 42.

The surge in power left Xu Hao slightly intoxicated, feeling as though he could punch through a bull with one strike.

With the increased strength and his newly acquired Master-level Close-Quarters Combat skill, even if yesterday’s protagonist attempted to kill him, it wouldn’t be so simple.

And if they failed to kill him in one blow, Xu Hao could leverage his wealth and influence to utterly crush them.

The system had informed him that raw strength values didn’t fully determine one’s overall power.

Combat effectiveness depended on many factors: strength, constitution, mastered skills, environmental conditions during the fight, and so on.

Xu Hao’s gaze sharpened. Without hesitation, he decided to use his remaining draw.

“Let’s do this. Spin again.”

[Ding… Congratulations! You’ve received the skill: Painting (Grandmaster Level).]

A sharper pain pricked his mind this time as an immense amount of artistic knowledge flooded his brain.

In mere moments, Xu Hao had mastered techniques that would take others decades to learn—and even then, they might not reach his level.

Now, with just a pen in hand, he could create a masterpiece worthy of the ages.

However, his expression remained stoic.

Good news: He had gained a Grandmaster-level skill.

Bad news: The skill was painting.

He was the CEO of a billion-dollar corporation, and now… he was supposed to take up painting?

The mental image was so ridiculous he didn’t dare dwell on it.

All in all, this round of rewards wasn’t bad.

Looking at his depleted emotional value reserves, Xu Hao sighed.

It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He’d have to keep working hard to gather more.

With that, he turned his gaze to the protagonist’s stepmother, still gasping for breath and not fully recovered yet…