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

Chapter 30: The Clownish Protagonist! The Heroine’s Birthday Surprise

Liu Fei dared not linger and fled hastily in his car.

Watching the persistent Liu Fei retreat in defeat, Xia Qingge felt a surge of satisfaction.

She turned her head to glance at Xu Hao.

The setting sun bathed his masculine and handsome face in a golden glow, and Xia Qingge found herself momentarily entranced.

This was Xu Hao standing up for her. He looked so striking, exuding a profound sense of security.

Was it just her imagination, or did Uncle Xu seem younger and even more attractive than before?

The scene felt poetic:

You stand on the bridge watching the scenery. The person watching the scenery is looking at you from the tower. The moonlight adorns your window, but you decorate someone else’s dream.

In this moment, Chen Mo stared at Xia Qingge, while Xia Qingge gazed at Xu Hao.

Chen Mo, who had been ready to approach Xia Qingge and win her favor, froze mid-step, his face darkening.

His fists clenched tightly.

Damn it…

I was the one who stood up for Xia Qingge first. Why does this guy get all the credit?

He felt like he’d done a good deed, only for someone else to swoop in and steal the reward.

And of course, it had to be Xu Hao—again.

Recalling the last time he saw Xu Hao holding the beautiful teacher in his arms, Chen Mo burned with rage.

Ding… Xia Qingge’s heartbeat quickens. Emotion value +555.
Ding… Chen Mo grows furious. Emotion value +765.

Xu Hao didn’t spare Chen Mo a glance. Instead, he smiled at Xia Qingge and said, “Qingge, are you heading home? I happen to be on my way back too. Let’s go together.”

Xia Qingge lowered her head swiftly, her expression flustered as she softly replied, “Okay.”

She silently scolded herself.

That’s your uncle! Why are you feeling this way? This is so wrong.

Watching Xia Qingge leave with Xu Hao, Chen Mo stood frozen like a clown left behind on stage.

Xu Hao brought Xia Qingge to the parking lot.

Usually, his secretary, Li Kun, drove him to and from work. But today, Xu Hao decided to drive himself.

He had already sent Li Kun to prepare a surprise after overhearing Liu Fei mention that it was Xia Qingge’s birthday.

He even handed Li Kun a heart-shaped bouquet of roses he had picked up earlier, asking him to include it in the arrangements.

In the car—

Xu Hao drove while casually asking, “Qingge, is anyone home right now?”

Xia Qingge shook her head. “My dad’s busy with work. He won’t be back until late.”

Her expression dimmed slightly as she spoke.

It was her birthday, and even the person she disliked had remembered it. Yet her father seemed to have forgotten.

She understood he was busy with work, but she couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.

“I see,” Xu Hao said thoughtfully. “I was just about to grab dinner. Why don’t you join me?”

Xia Qingge hesitated before softly replying, “Isn’t that inappropriate?”

“What’s inappropriate about it? I’m eating alone anyway.”

Xu Hao paused, then added teasingly, “Unless you’re worried I might eat you?”

Xia Qingge blushed furiously at his words.

What does he mean by ‘eat me’? Uncle Xu can be so improper.

Of course, she didn’t think Xu Hao meant anything suggestive.

It was just his way of provoking her reaction, and she fell right into it.

Xu Hao: But how do you know that wasn’t what I meant?

Soon, Xu Hao brought Xia Qingge to a famous western restaurant.

He chose it because it was popular with couples and had a romantic atmosphere—a clear indication of his intentions.

He led Xia Qingge to a private room he had reserved.

At the door, Xu Hao didn’t enter but instead smiled and said, “Go ahead, push the door open.”

Xia Qingge, though puzzled, complied.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of party poppers exploding filled the air.

Caught off guard, Xia Qingge jumped in fright.

As the noise subsided and she regained her composure, she was stunned by the sight inside.

The room was filled with balloons, and colorful lights shimmered throughout.

In the center stood a towering five-tier cake.

Beside it, a massive bouquet of roses—likely containing 999 blooms—was displayed.

Xia Qingge judged its size by comparing it to the bouquet Liu Fei had given her earlier.

However, this bouquet seemed far more vibrant and striking than Liu Fei’s.

On the nearby dining table, an array of exquisite dishes was laid out, surrounded by lit candles.

A candlelit dinner.

The scene was breathtaking.

Xia Qingge was so stunned she almost let out a gasp.

She quickly covered her mouth, her wide eyes filled with disbelief.

Just as she began to process the shock, Xu Hao’s voice rang out.

“Qingge, happy birthday.”

In his previous life, Xu Hao had never gone to such romantic lengths to woo anyone.

How could he fail to charm an inexperienced young heroine like Xia Qingge now?

As expected, Xia Qingge was utterly moved.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart felt as though it had been pierced by an arrow.

“Uncle Xu, how did you know today is my birthday?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“I heard it mentioned once when I was working with your father,” Xu Hao lied with a straight face.

Hearing this, Xia Qingge was even more touched.

Her father might have mentioned it in passing, but Uncle Xu had remembered it clearly.

And he had gone out of his way to prepare such a surprise for her.

“Th-thank you,” she stammered, struggling to find words beyond gratitude.

“Come in and take a look,” Xu Hao said with a smile as he stepped inside.

Noticing the 999 roses, Xu Hao pretended to frown.

“My staff really doesn’t know how to handle things. I told them to set up a birthday scene, and this is what they came up with?”

Li Kun, feeling unfairly blamed, could only silently protest.

Weren’t you the one who asked me to bring these flowers?

Xia Qingge followed Xu Hao’s gaze and saw the 999 roses arranged neatly into a heart shape.

Roses symbolize love, and a heart made of 999 roses carried a deeply meaningful gesture.

Stealing a quick glance at Xu Hao, Xia Qingge immediately lowered her head. Her heart raced, and her face flushed a deep red.

“Qingge, don’t worry. I’ll have these flowers rearranged,” Xu Hao said casually.

“No… there’s no need,” Xia Qingge quickly interjected, stopping him.

“I like them just the way they are.”

As she spoke, she kept her head down, too shy to meet Xu Hao’s gaze.

Ding... Xia Qingge feels flustered. Emotion value +888.

Xu Hao’s lips curled into a slight smirk.

The young heroine was now firmly in his grasp.