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

Chapter 15: Milk It While You Can! Waiting for the Daughters to Call Me Dad

[Ding… Xu Shiqing feels anger. Emotional value +777.]

[Ding… Xu Huayi feels anger. Emotional value +777.]

The next morning—

The two sisters, groggy and sporting dark circles under their eyes, stumbled into the dining area. They were greeted by the sight of Su Wanqiu and Xu Hao sitting at the table, waiting for breakfast.

Their teeth clenched in frustration.

Don’t these two ever get tired?

They’d gone to bed so late last night, and yet here they were, looking perfectly fine.

Fine… whatever they do is their business. But why the constant humming?

The sisters had been kept awake by the incessant noise, leaving them exhausted and irritable.

Su Wanqiu’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She avoided her daughters’ gazes, her eyes darting nervously.

Xu Hao, on the other hand, pretended not to notice, his mind finding the situation amusing.

He grinned and said, “What’s wrong with you two? You look so drained. Girls shouldn’t stay up late; it’s bad for your skin…”

His comment only fueled their anger further.

The sisters’ faces hardened as they wordlessly approached the table, picked up their chopsticks, and began eating.

[Ding… Emotional value +888.]

Xu Hao found the whole situation entertaining.

Teasing his daughters not only earned him emotional points but also lifted his spirits.

While he would have loved to spend the day at home with them, the company’s transition demanded his attention.

Before leaving for work, Xu Hao approached Su Wanqiu and got his daughters’ bank account details.

He transferred 1 million yuan to each of them.

It was shameful, really. His daughters had grown up without him ever giving them money. Their upbringing had been left to his two “tool-wife” partners.

Now, he wasn’t sure if this gesture would help improve their favorability toward him.

“I’ve transferred 1 million yuan to each of your accounts. On the weekend, go out, shop, and buy whatever you want.

If it’s not enough, just ask me for more.

The company’s workload is heavy right now, but I’ll make time to spend with you both soon.”

Truthfully, Xu Hao wanted to reach out and pat their heads. They looked as delicate as porcelain dolls; their soft hair seemed irresistible to touch.

But he held back, considering their current relationship.

There would be plenty of opportunities later.

Once he had raised their favorability, he could pamper them however he wanted.

With that, Xu Hao left the house.

As he walked away, the sisters stared at his retreating figure in stunned silence.

Had they heard him correctly?

This indifferent man had transferred them money—for the first time ever! And he’d smiled and said he wanted to spend time with them?

Growing up, none of the sisters, including themselves, had ever experienced fatherly love.

Now, feeling his unexpected care, they were at a loss. The moment felt surreal.

“Sister, he really transferred 1 million yuan to us…”

Xu Huayi looked at her phone, pointing at the notification of the deposit.

It was like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, creating ripples in their hearts.

[Ding… Xu Shiqing feels emotional turmoil. Emotional value +567.]

Xu Hao spent the entire day at the company without feeling the slightest fatigue.

Part of it was due to his improved constitution.

But more importantly, the sense of accomplishment from managing the company kept him energized.

Working for others feels like being a laborer, but working for yourself? That’s a whole different story.

When Xu Hao returned home and saw that his two daughters were still there, his mood improved even more.

He had deliberately given them spending money to keep them around.

Milk it while you can.

In the past, his daughters only visited to see Su Wanqiu, staying overnight at most and leaving the next day.

Sometimes, they didn’t even stay the night, only stopping by briefly.

But today, they hadn’t left. That was a good sign.

Xu Shiqing and Xu Huayi had originally planned to return to school that day.

However, Xu Hao’s sudden change in behavior had left them curious and confused.

After discussing it, they decided to stay another day to observe.

After all, it was the weekend, and they didn’t have classes.

After dinner, Xu Hao went out to the courtyard for a walk.

The Xu family’s villa was spacious, featuring pavilions, terraces, flowerbeds, and small courtyards.

The architecture seamlessly blended traditional Chinese and Western styles.

After dinner, Xu Hao took a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, feeling unusually relaxed.

As he walked, his eyes landed on an easel placed in the center of the courtyard. He paused, curiosity drawing him closer.

It was a painting of a sunset.

The setting sun bathed the land in a warm, golden-red glow, creating a tranquil scene.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Xu Hao didn’t need to think twice to know it was his daughter’s work.

He studied the painting for a moment and nodded in appreciation.

His seven daughters, as heroines, were all exceptionally talented.

An idea sparked in his mind as he remembered the master-level painting skill he had acquired the previous night.

His eyes gleamed with interest, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

If he wanted to improve his daughters’ impression of him, it seemed he had no choice but to flaunt this skill.

Shifting his focus back to the painting, Xu Hao examined it again.

Before, he had merely admired it as a casual observer.

Now, with the eyes of a grandmaster in painting, he scrutinized every detail.

His daughter’s skills were impressive, nearing the level of a true master.

But to him, there was still significant room for improvement.

Picking up a nearby paintbrush, Xu Hao began to refine the artwork with precise strokes.

His movements were fluid and inspired, as if guided by divine intuition.

In no time, the enhancements were complete.

He set the brush down and smiled in satisfaction as he observed the final piece.

The original sunset had been a simple depiction of natural beauty.

With his additions, the painting now radiated a profound charm, as if imbued with a soul of its own.

Having finished, Xu Hao turned away and resumed his stroll.

Now, all that remained was to wait for his daughter to call him “Dad.”