Became a vicious male mother

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He was almost driven by muscle memory to dance; he had never learned it, but his feet moved automatically to the music.

I have absolutely no related memory of it.

But the person hanging on him said he danced very well, that he had learned ballroom dancing in his previous life.

"Let me catch my breath first." Gu Xinglan regained consciousness and supported the person in his arms so as not to choke him.

In my peripheral vision, a dark shadow flashed by.

He paused instantly, his gaze quickly shifting in that direction, yet it seemed like an illusion.

That departing figure was not Li Hetai.

Upon looking around, he suddenly realized that all kinds of eyes were staring at him from the dancers, the people leaning against the golden railing on the second floor, and the people drinking on the sofa. They were all looking at him, almost shooting him right through.

My goodness, this is so eye-catching.

Gu Xinglan quickly led the child out of the center of the hall.

But it was no use; the sight stuck to my back was extremely uncomfortable.

"Big brother, let's go to my private lounge."

The person in his arms seemed somewhat excited.

As Gu Xinglan walked into the passage, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

He turned his head, thinking it was just his imagination again, when a cheap suit of the same color as his flashed by.

"Geng Yi, you go first." Gu Xinglan quickly picked him up and wanted to go find him.

Whether it's to conceal the plot or to extend the runtime, since Li Hetai is so determined to come to this party, he should naturally follow him, at least to find out what that person is up to.

But his wrist was gripped tightly by the child next to him, as if he couldn't refuse.

He could only watch helplessly as that flaxen-colored figure disappeared.

Did I see him? Or did I not see him?

If it's the former, does it mean that what this person is going to do must be something they're hiding from him and that can't be brought to light?

When I was taken to the lounge.

As soon as the door closed, Gu Xinglan was instantly pushed into a chair.

He had some difficulty sitting on the child-sized sofa.

Geng Yi, who was standing in front of him, had been very excited from the very beginning.

He rubbed his fingers together, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

"Geng...Yi?"

"Don't call me by my full name." Geng Yi turned around, rummaging through the pile of gifts, muttering, "Call me Xiao Yi, or you can call me..."

After finding the brown box, Geng Yi hoisted it high and quickly walked to the sofa.

He chuckled softly, "Big brother, to tell you the truth, I'm going to start studying at home next month... because my family has a lot of money."

As the child spoke, he opened the box: "If I had enough time, I wouldn't want to rush this. I know you're short of money, and coincidentally, I'm very rich."

"I will inherit the company after I come of age, but I don't want to..."

Upon hearing the words "don't want to," Gu Xinglan trembled.

In no mood?

Because he didn't want to inherit the company, he stole the company's major trade secrets at the age of eighteen and gave them to various families in Wushui, causing the entire Geng family group in Wushui to go bankrupt.

This……

“This kind of thing needs to be discussed with the parents.” Gu Xinglan swallowed and said tentatively, “If you don’t mind, I can listen to you. If you’re unhappy about anything, you can talk to me about it.”

Never think that you'll commit commercial crimes.

"Clang!"

Geng Yi's eyes sparkled as he took the contents of the box out and smiled brightly, "Come home with me. It's cold and empty at home, and I'm all alone. If you're here, we can play video games together, eat chocolate cake together, and live together. I'll give you all my money."

The brown leather texture is slightly raised, with a bone pendant in the center, smooth and gold, shining like gold.

It's a dog collar...

"My only companion at home was my dog, but it died, and I miss it terribly."

Geng Yi painstakingly untied the collar and murmured, "I measured your neck, and the length is just right. If you don't like it, we can make one."

But when Geng Yi looked up again after removing the collar, he saw a look of fear on the face of the person on the sofa.

This expression, like that of the servants and housekeepers in the high-rise building, showed fear of him, and they might even secretly discuss him and leave him.

But he should have been angry...

You also have to make the other person suffer a bit, ideally punishing them to the point where they become a useless person who only knows how to laugh every day.

But looking at this person, their eyelashes were trembling with fear, and even their eyes became watery.

Where is the vitality? How can a person be so perfectly embodying all his preferences?

He was overjoyed!

Geng Yi was somewhat dazed and confused.

I just wanted to record the scene before me.

"You...don't like this?"

The collar was actually quite worn. Geng Yi slowly put it back in the box and pleaded softly, "If you don't like it, I can design one for you, design one you like."

After saying that, he reached out and took the slightly trembling hand in his, afraid of startling someone again. He said softly, "In return, you can ask me for anything you want."

A long silence fell over the air.

Gu Xinglan was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.

After a long pause, in the increasingly eerie atmosphere, he could only say, "Let me have some peace and quiet."

"Bang" sound.

Geng Yi walked out.

Outside the lounge, two bodyguards and a butler stood guard.

"Young Master." The butler, who was about thirty years old but had baldness on his head, knelt down and said cautiously, "Master is still handling matters at the company, and Madam... is busy with the eldest young master's overseas arrangements. As you know, the eldest young master is going to settle abroad this year..."

The butler explained a lot, trying to persuade the old patriarch in front of him to be more understanding.

If you can take it easy, everyone will be happy; if you can't, he'll be in trouble tonight.

If it weren't for the high salary, he would have been fired long ago. The butler secretly glanced at the child in front of him.

……laugh?

It wasn't a sinister, fake smile, nor a mischievous chuckle; it was a genuine laugh from the heart.

He could even hear the other person's cheerful voice: "You guys go first."

As soon as he finished speaking, all three responded in unison.

Geng Yi waved his hand, stood alone in front of the door, and slowly swayed on his tiptoes.

Today was probably the only day that truly made him happy, aside from playing pranks on people.

He even imagined what would happen if the people inside got tired of life in the high-rise, or if he himself got tired of the other person.

However, whether it's the former or the latter, at least he's happy.

He wanted to play house with that person, a game he would never tire of.

Thinking of this, Geng Yi couldn't wait any longer and knocked on the door twice.

But there was no response from inside.

When I opened the door and went inside, the sofa was empty, the contents of the box were intact, and there was a card on top of it.

Geng Yi looked around, his gaze finally settling on the card.

The handwriting is round, vigorous, flowing, beautiful, elegant, and graceful; the character "顾" is the first stroke.

He picked up the sheet, read it carefully, and then turned away as if he had noticed something.

The lounge was empty; there was no longer any sign of him.