Chapter 140: Xu Feiyan Is Ashamed to Ask for Advice! Opportunity to Capture Her Daughter! Throws Herself into My Arms:
[Ding! Li Xiao's mentality exploded, emotional points +1000.]
[Ding! Li Yunshu’s heartbeat speeds up, emotional points +888.]
The next morning, just as the first rays of dawn broke the horizon, Li Yunshu carefully cracked open her bedroom door.
She peeked out, ensuring her parents were still asleep. Quietly, she slipped out, gently closing the door behind her.
After a long night spent with Xu Hao, she was exhausted and planned to catch up on sleep.
As she passed through the corridor, a shadowy figure caught her eye, standing silently in the dim light. Startled, she froze.
For a moment, it felt like she was looking at a ghost.
The figure turned toward her, revealing a haggard Li Xiao. His face was pale, his eyes hollow with exhaustion.
“Sister...” Li Xiao rasped, his voice filled with sadness. “Why are you willing to give in? Why are you still entangled with Xu Hao?”
Realizing it was her brother, Li Yunshu frowned at his accusatory tone.
“What do you mean by ‘give in’? Uncle Xu is a good person,” she retorted sharply.
Li Xiao’s eyes burned with frustration. Though his voice was low to avoid waking their parents, it carried an unmistakable intensity.
“A good person?” he hissed. “Xu Hao has countless women! He deceives innocent girls, threatens them, coerces them, and even drugs them. He’s shameless! He has a family, a wife, and daughters. He’s already so old! There’s no future for you with him. What else can this be but surrender?”
Li Xiao’s words were desperate. He hoped to make his sister see the truth about Xu Hao and abandon him before it was too late.
Li Yunshu remained silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. She knew her brother’s accusations weren’t entirely baseless, but she also knew how deeply biased he was against Xu Hao.
“Uncle Xu has helped our family more than anyone else,” she said finally, her voice calm. “You can say whatever you want about him, but I can’t leave him. I don’t want to leave him.”
“Why?” Li Xiao demanded, his voice cracking.
Because, Li Yunshu thought, ever since that fateful day at the hotel, Xu Hao had left an indelible mark on her heart. Being with him made her feel safe and cherished—things she had never experienced before.
“There’s nothing wrong with a relationship between two consenting adults,” she said confidently. “Age doesn’t matter to me. Besides, Uncle Xu doesn’t even look his age. He’s younger than you in spirit and appearance.”
Li Xiao’s face twisted with frustration. He knew he looked terrible after three sleepless nights, but comparing him to Xu Hao, a man nearly twice his age, felt like a slap in the face.
“Xu Hao’s practically ancient,” he muttered bitterly. “He should be old and frail by now, not running around full of energy. It’s unnatural.”
If only he knew that Xu Hao’s boundless vitality came from the system that thrived on emotional points.
Before Li Xiao could spiral further into resentment, Li Yunshu interrupted his thoughts.
“And about his family,” she said firmly, “I’m not trying to ruin his home. I have no intention of marrying him or making any claims. I simply want to be by his side. That’s enough for me.”
Li Xiao was stunned. “You... you’re willing to be his lover?”
His voice shook with disbelief. His sister, once the epitome of pride and independence, was now content with being someone’s secret mistress?
“Yes,” Li Yunshu replied calmly, her resolve unshaken.
Li Xiao stared at her, his mind reeling. He couldn’t reconcile the image of his intelligent, beautiful sister—once admired as the campus belle—with her willingness to degrade herself for Xu Hao.
“Sister, this is madness!” he exclaimed. “What would Mom and Dad think if they found out?”
“That’s why you won’t tell them,” she said coolly.
Li Xiao clenched his fists in frustration. She wasn’t asking him to keep this secret—she was demanding it. If he defied her, she might sever their sibling bond entirely.
“I’m going back to sleep,” Li Yunshu said, stifling a yawn.
As she walked away, her figure slightly hunched from exhaustion, Li Xiao’s fury surged. His gaze drifted toward the guest room where Xu Hao had slept.
For a fleeting moment, he considered storming in and confronting Xu Hao. But fear and a deep sense of powerlessness stopped him.
Xu Hao wasn’t just a man; he was a force that couldn’t be reckoned with easily.
...
Later that morning, Father Li and Mother Li woke early to prepare breakfast for their esteemed guest.
As they sat at the table, Mother Li asked with a smile, “Mr. Xu, did you sleep well last night? I’m sure it’s not as comfortable as your own home.”
Xu Hao thought back to the night before, when Li Yunshu had slipped into his room. The memory brought a satisfied smile to his face.
“I slept better than I have in a long time,” he replied. His gaze lingered on Li Yunshu, who paused mid-bite. Her cheeks flushed as she recalled her bold actions from the night before.
Father Li and Mother Li beamed, pleased with his response.
“If you like it here, Mr. Xu, please feel free to visit us anytime,” Father Li said warmly. “Our home is always open to you.”
Sitting quietly at the table, Li Xiao seethed with rage.
He wanted to scream: “Do you even know what he did last night? He wasn’t just a guest—he was in your daughter’s room until midnight! And now you’re inviting him back like he’s a saint?”
Instead, he kept his thoughts to himself, boiling silently.
After breakfast, Xu Hao and Li Yunshu left for the company together. Watching the car disappear down the street, Father Li and Mother Li couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
“Mr. Xu is such a gentleman,” Mother Li remarked. “He’s so kind and down-to-earth despite his success.”
“Yes,” Father Li agreed. “Our daughter is truly fortunate to have his support. Her future is limitless. It’s a blessing we must have earned in our past lives.”
Li Xiao, standing in the background, clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A blessing? he thought bitterly. More like a curse.
Li Xiao watched Xu Hao leave and listened to his parents continue singing his praises. He couldn’t hold back any longer and muttered angrily, “It’s all just an act.”
His comment immediately triggered an explosion from his parents.
“You ungrateful brat!” Father Li scolded. “You’ve been sulking ever since Mr. Xu got here. Who do you think you’re glaring at?”
“Do you have any idea what Mr. Xu has done for us?” Mother Li added, her voice sharp. “If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t be living in this big, beautiful villa. Yet here you are, badmouthing him behind his back. Are you even human?”
Father Li’s anger only grew. “I told you to apologize to Mr. Xu, but you refused! I held back while he was here, but now—just wait and see if I don’t beat you senseless!”
The household was in chaos, with Li Xiao enduring his parents’ tirade.
[Ding! Li Xiao is so angry, emotional points +999.]
...
That afternoon, Xu Hao returned home.
The house was unusually quiet. Xu Shiqing and Xu Huayi had gone to school, and Xu Hongjiao and Xiao Wanling were out as well.
Since Xu Zhuangzhuang’s rise to stardom, Xu Hao had been busy composing new songs and piano pieces for her.
Under Xu Hao’s careful guidance, Xu Hongjiao had become a massive sensation. However, she had stayed home for some time at Xu Hao’s request.
The reason?
Xu Hao had recently acquired Zhao Media, a once-prominent entertainment company that had fallen on hard times after being suppressed by competitors.
Seizing the opportunity, Xu Hao had bought the company at a fraction of its original value.
Two days ago, the handover was finalized, and Zhao Media was rebranded as Hongjiao Media, named after Xu Hao’s daughter.
Xu Hongjiao had been stunned by the news.
Once an overlooked artist, she had suffered at the hands of Zhao Media’s former management. Now, thanks to Xu Hao, she wasn’t just an artist—she was the one in charge.
Though inexperienced in running a company, Xu Hao’s trust in her deeply moved Xu Hongjiao. Overwhelmed with gratitude, she had thrown herself into his arms, joining her sister Xu Feiyan in massaging his legs as a gesture of thanks.
...
When Xu Hao arrived home, the only one there was his fifth daughter, Xu Feiyan. She was sitting in the courtyard, lost in thought.
Noticing his return, she hesitated for a moment before walking over to where he sat on the sofa.
She placed a cup of tea in front of him and began massaging his shoulders.
“I don’t understand some of the sword techniques...” she murmured, her voice shy.
Xu Feiyan had been struggling with her sword skills all morning and was now seeking Xu Hao’s guidance. However, her pride wouldn’t let her ask directly, so she decided to serve him first.
A smile tugged at Xu Hao’s lips.
Over the past days, it was clear that Xu Feiyan had started to accept him as her father. Though her arrogance kept her from admitting it outright, her actions spoke volumes.
He decided to push her further.
“What don’t you understand?” he asked casually.
Caught off guard, Xu Feiyan quickly explained her problem.
Xu Hao nodded and said, “Oh.”
And then he said nothing more.
Xu Feiyan froze, staring at him in disbelief.
What did “Oh” mean? She had brought him tea, massaged him, and even lowered her pride to ask for help. Wasn’t he supposed to guide her step by step?
Feeling frustrated, she finally blurted, “I’ve already brought you tea and water. Aren’t you going to teach me?”
If her sisters had been home, she would never have dared to say such a thing. But with no one else around, she dropped her guard.
Xu Hao pretended to consider her request before replying, “It’s not impossible... but you’ll have to call me Daddy first.”
Her face flushed, and she struggled internally. After a moment, she turned her head away. “If you don’t want to teach me, then forget it!”
Amused by her obvious hesitation, Xu Hao decided not to tease her further.
“Alright, let’s start,” he said, rising from the sofa.
Relieved, Xu Feiyan followed him outside.
As Xu Hao demonstrated the techniques, she practiced alongside him. After a few rounds, she was stunned by the results.
“This... this is incredible!” she exclaimed. “Isn’t this the same sword technique you taught me before? Why does it feel so much stronger now?”
The moves were similar to what she had learned previously, but now they had an almost supernatural quality. Each strike seemed to lock onto her opponent, leaving no room to evade.
If her opponent wasn’t significantly stronger than her, they would have no choice but to take the blow—and it would be devastating.
“I’ve gained some insights recently and integrated them into the technique,” Xu Hao explained, half-truthfully.
In reality, his recent mastery of god-level Tai Chi had elevated his skills. By blending Tai Chi’s principles of softness and strength into the sword technique, he had created something truly formidable.
Xu Feiyan was in awe. “How can you be so talented? Your martial arts are already incredible, and yet you keep improving!”
As someone who loved practicing martial arts, she couldn’t help but admire Xu Hao’s abilities.
Slowly but surely, her respect for him grew stronger, and her resistance melted away.
Without even realizing it, she found herself drawn closer to him. Xu Hao’s plan to conquer his fifth daughter was nearly complete.