Became a vicious male mother

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After the back of her neck was tied, she felt a slight sense of restraint, and Gu Xinglan couldn't help but touch her neck a few times.

This person even tied a standard bow tie on him...

"Thank you," he said.

Even through the bandages, I could still feel the breath on my back; the person behind me hadn't left.

He slowly turned his head and saw Li Hetai's dark eyes.

The other person tilted their head slightly and looked directly at him.

He wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but he always felt that there was a lot hidden in those eyes, especially a kind of pitiful emotion.

"Are you pitying me?"

If he asked the first time because of the length of the video, now he's asking with genuine concern.

Gu Xinglan stared straight at the other person with her eyes open.

That's right. If it were an ordinary person, his burns would never heal, and he would have to live out the rest of his life looking like that, and might even have to suffer the cold stares of the world.

"If you pity me, stay away from me, the farther the better."

Gu Xinglan's voice was a little hoarse.

But the other person just stood there, neither retreating nor advancing, and didn't say a word, only looking at him with those eyes that were suppressing something.

The humming sound from the radiator grew louder and louder.

It was barely noticeable when the medicine was first applied, but now the sound is incredibly loud.

"I'm sleepy."

"Accompany you."

Li Hetai lifted the blanket and quietly gazed at the person on the bed.

The person in bed was having a very difficult time lying down; it took several minutes just to half-lie down.

The ointment even seeped slightly through the gauze. Gu Xinglan groaned and lay down uncomfortably, but because the bandages between her mouth and nose were wrinkled, she could only struggle with her head tilted back.

Soon, a cold finger gently probed between her mouth and nose and smoothed it out.

"I want to cover myself with a blanket." Gu Xinglan lay upright, her hands clasped in front of her abdomen, her eyes turned downwards, looking at someone.

The blanket was gently pulled over again.

He closed his eyes, and then opened them again after a while.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Gu Xinglan asked.

There were no other members of the Li family or outsiders in the room, only the two of them.

For the first time ever, this person actually replied to him, "You go to sleep first."

Li Hetai sat on the edge of the bed, his face turned toward the window, gazing calmly at the snow falling outside.

Outside the window, the darkness was illuminated by the glow of streetlights, snowflakes danced in the air, and the faint sounds of fireworks began to fill the air.

"I can't sleep, I want to read," Gu Xinglan said again.

My mind can't settle down.

Li Taihe sent him here to do something, and that thing was aimed at the Geng family.

The Geng family owns Changgeng Enterprise Co., Ltd., a listed company. It has the support of its parent company, a good reputation, and high brand value. It is also in the transportation industry, which has a good outlook. However, it has two fatal flaws.

And that's exactly what Ri Tae-ha was targeting – these two weaknesses.

He still didn't know what Li Taihe's ultimate goal was.

All I know is that Li Hetai knows everything and is the one who gave the orders this time.

And he, being an unrelated person, is at most a target.

This also confirms the butler's words: "No matter what, you are now in line with the master's plans in every aspect."

He was disheartened; if it weren't for the cheat code, he would have already started a rebellion.

With a "click," Li Hetai turned on the nightlight on the bedside table and pulled a book out of the bookshelf.

I thought I was going to show him a book, but he just started reading it aloud...

Li Hetai's voice was somewhat hoarse, sounding almost menacing, as if he had entered puberty prematurely.

"In the freezing cold, the beautiful queen sat by the window doing needlework. The fine needle pricked her hand, and the blood dripped onto the snow, appearing vividly red. She said she wished for a child with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as the ebony of the windowpane. Not long after, she indeed gave birth to such a daughter, whom she named Snow White..."

Reading about the wicked queen who sent hunters, sold belts, and concocted poison apples to obtain Snow White's organs, strangle her, and poison her, I realized she ultimately failed.

Even worse, Snow White and the prince had a grand marriage. At the wedding, the prince forced the wicked queen to wear red-hot iron shoes and make her dance until she died from exhaustion.

After reading it, Li Hetai picked up the water glass from the bedside table and slowly swallowed it.

"That's the one I drank."

Gu Xinglan spoke softly, but the other person seemed not to hear him, tilting their head back and drinking all the water.

"I just drank quite a bit, there's only half a cup left. If you're still thirsty, go get some more from outside."

The glass clattered, interrupting Gu Xinglan's words.

Li Hetai wiped the water stains from his mouth with the back of his hand, then carefully tossed the fairy tale book into the trash can not far away.

"..."

Gu Xinglan turned her head away helplessly and struggled to sit up on her back in bed.

But the other party simply grabbed him and pushed him back down.

Li Hetai said in a gloomy voice, "Go to sleep."

The pressure wasn't strong, but Gu Xinglan didn't comply. Instead, she pressed her bandaged hand against the back of the other person's hand.

Can you feel my heartbeat?

The gentle thumping of my heart beneath my palm was like the continuous, fine snow falling outside the window.

"My heart is beating really fast right now, I feel very energetic, and I can't sleep," Gu Xinglan said, shaking her head.

There's important business to do tomorrow, but neither Li Hetai nor he wants to sleep. He wants to ask this person some unrelated questions.

He paused for a few seconds and then asked, "What do you think the wicked queen's fate will be?"

The person's expression was obscured by bandages, but their eyes, which were faintly visible, were bright and sparkling, impossible to ignore.

Li Hetai lowered his eyes and did not withdraw his hand.

The throbbing under his palm was gentle yet powerful, neither too fast nor too slow.

"Not very good." Li Hetai simply increased the force of his blow.

Sure enough, I heard the other person's breathing become heavier, even though the gauze was half-covered.

A voice whispered in her ear: "If you were Snow White, would you hate such a wicked stepmother?"

“Probably?” Li Hetai asked ambiguously.

Gu Xinglan raised her eyebrows slightly and leaned closer to observe the other person's expression.

"You hate her?"

"Would you kill him?"

He stared at someone's face without blinking.

This face seems to have matured a bit, losing its roundness and becoming more angular, especially around the bridge of the nose and the brow bone.

“If he’s willing to sleep, Snow White won’t take his life.” Li Hetai increased the pressure.

This time, I successfully got someone off the bed.

The nightlights were turned off, leaving only the streetlights outside the window. Soon, the sliding track began to creak as the curtains blocked out the only source of light.

Gu Xinglan felt the corner of the blanket being pulled back, and the heat dissipated considerably. Soon, a cold body crawled in.

It is Li Hetai.

Li Hetai lay down on the right side.

The breathing around her gradually calmed down, and Gu Xinglan kept blinking as she looked at the ceiling.

Unfortunately, the light was too dim, and there was no reflection at all.

The fragrance emanating from him was hypnotic, as was his regular breathing. In the unfamiliar bed and room, only the person beside him was familiar. Unconsciously, his eyes slowly closed.

Yu Guangzhong seemed to sense a faint gaze from the side, a gaze that moved from his head to his neck and then to his shoulders.

If there were a third person in the room, they would probably see the child staring blankly at someone like a piece of wood, with his eyes fixed on them, and even his breathing as regular as a machine, sometimes light and sometimes slow.