Became a vicious male mother

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In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight streamed through the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows.

The person in the kitchen seemed to sense something and turned to look behind them.

The warm white light shone through the glass and shone directly into his eyes.

Gu Xinglan couldn't help but raise her hand to cover herself.

The bandages were wrapped around and around, covering most of the back of the hand.

"Brother Gu, what's wrong with your hand?" The person who had finished preparing the car outside came in and yawned deeply.

"It's nothing, I just got burned."

"A burn?" Song Zhengsi walked over without ceremony, took a piece of bread from the plate, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The bread was fried to a golden brown and tender color, topped with bacon and egg, and garnished with finely chopped scallions.

"Wow! Delicious!" The person who finished eating then downed the remaining milk on the side of the plate in one gulp, their eyes shining: "Brother Gu, is there any more?"

Gu Xinglan looked helplessly at the plate of breakfast that was originally prepared for the housekeeper. Now there was only an empty plate left. Helpless, she moved her own portion over: "Never mind, you can eat this plate too. I'll make a new one."

"Okay, okay." Song Zhengsi said several times, picked up the bread from the plate without thinking, swallowed it in two bites, and then looked at the breakfast on the table with bright eyes while chewing, and then looked at the person in front of him.

"Brother Gu, it's not 6:30 yet..."

"Eat up, eat up." Gu Xinglan couldn't bear to watch and waved her hand.

He hadn't slept since last night, so he decided to come and make breakfast.

Now, even frying an egg makes his hands ache terribly.

If it weren't for the healing cheat provided by the system, the wound from the child's bite probably still wouldn't have scabbed over.

The smoke from the kitchen continued until seven in the morning.

The chirping of birds could already be heard outside the window.

Four plates of breakfast were placed steadily on the dining table.

Gu Xinglan took off her apron, preparing to finish her food and leave, when a voice sounded behind her:

"Mr. Gu."

It was that familiar old man's voice, and he instantly felt uneasy.

"Good morning, butler!" Gu Xinglan stood up, quickly turned around, and looked at the butler discreetly.

Seeing that the other party had the same expressionless face as always, she said, "Please also prepare the young master's lunchbox."

His tone was serious, as if he wasn't going to pursue the matter of him not coming to the villa to cook dinner last night.

"Received!" To be honest, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

As for bento boxes?

Doesn't that child have school in the afternoon?

"May I ask what the young master is planning to do this afternoon?"

Seeing the change in the butler's aura, he quickly added, "If the young master needs to expend energy this afternoon, I will prepare a more substantial meal for him."

"This is what the young master requested." The butler looked over, his white beard remaining motionless.

Having said that, there was nothing he didn't understand.

Lai Ho Tai actually asked him to make a bento box.

Just a few hours ago, the child's slightly crazy appearance was still vivid in my mind.

Gu Xinglan was taken aback for a moment: "Really? I'll go ask the young master what he wants to eat."

"No need, there's no need to bother the young master with such matters. Just proceed according to the normal protocol." The butler suddenly revealed a strange smile.

This laughter startled Gu Xinglan quite a bit.

It's just a bento box, nothing special.

So, with tears in my eyes, I cooked a pot of rice and then stir-fried several dishes with a spatula, such as curry chicken, shrimp with egg, and pan-fried broccoli...

Is this kid doing it on purpose?

The bandages on his hands were slightly stained with oil.

He turned his head and looked with a hint of resentment at the child a few meters away who was eating heartily.

The person returned to their original appearance, as if last night was just a dream, illusory and unreal.

Actually, after emerging from the nightmare state, I had already begun to see things in a more positive light.

He seems... to be somewhat immune to Li Hetai.

From initially being filled with trepidation about the past life, to now being able to reflect on yesterday's emotions and then quickly recover, this can be considered a kind of growth.

With a "snap," Gu Xinglan closed the lunchbox tightly and let out a long breath while looking out the window.

He's now focused on accumulating playtime and maintaining his persona, hoping to eventually reclaim his memories, retire gracefully, and live a good life in this world under a different identity.

Thinking of this, I immediately felt a glimmer of hope.

System: [Host, after playing for a longer period of time, do you feel more relaxed?]

Having her thoughts exposed, Gu Xinglan smiled gently.

Fifty-six hours! Not to mention that he forced his way into Li Hetai's room last night, so he still has fifty-three hours left.

For the next two days or so, I won't have to see the other person.

Thinking about this, he now finds everything he sees pleasing to the eye.

The lunchbox was moved from the kitchen to the dining table.

There were no housekeepers or drivers around, only children. Gu Xinglan used her bandaged hand to bend down and grab the child's shoulder.

Li Hetai paused, his hand holding the fork still.

A pair of eyes, subtly gleaming with an indescribable sharpness, shot straight at him.

The eyes are the windows to the soul; how could he not sense the child's malice?

Gu Xinglan smiled, pursing her lips.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating an atmosphere of boundless sunshine.

But what he said was, "Li Hetai, consider this injury on my hand as a dog bite, and this lunchbox is for the dog to eat too." After saying that, he patted the lunchbox with his other hand: "If it weren't for the butler, you wouldn't be able to eat a single bite today."

When he said this, he wasn't just talking about increasing his playtime; he was speaking with genuine ruthlessness.

Now, just seeing that gloomy face makes his hands ache.

The two locked eyes for less than a second before Gu Xinglan looked away, glancing at the head of the table out of the corner of his eye. A ridiculous thought flashed through his mind. He leisurely picked up his plate, walked around one seat after another, and sat down steadily in the head of the table, slowly eating his breakfast.

This seat is reserved for the villa owner, Li Taihe. Even when he is dressed as a woman, he cannot sit in the main seat and can only sit in the secondary seat.

Now, there are only the two of them in the restaurant.

Despite how obedient Li Hetai was to his father, he insisted on sitting down to show Li Hetai what was going on.

This person is unhappy, and he is happy.

Putting the thought aside, Gu Xinglan picked up her knife and fork and slowly cut the bread slices on her plate.

The air seemed to slow down at that moment, and a gentle breeze slipped in through the window cracks.

Table manners seem to be etched into muscle memory.

The morning light seemed to favor the person seated there, gently brushing over their slightly lowered eyes, casting two fan-shaped shadows from their thick eyelashes, and beneath their high, straight nose were their glossy lips, now slightly pursed, exuding an innate air of nobility.

The people in the passageway watched for an unknown amount of time.

Song Zhengsi stood there stunned, and when he saw who was sitting there, his eyes widened slightly.

He took a few strides and reached the head seat.

Pull the plate of bread to the guest seat.

"..." Gu Xinglan hadn't even finished chewing when she saw the plate being moved away by a calloused hand.

"Brother Gu, this is a seat reserved for the villa's owner!"

Song Zhengsi glanced at the young master of the villa not far away, then turned back to stare intently at the person in the main seat, and continued in a voice that could not be lower than his own: "Come with me."

This person's strength is unbelievable.

He was a little taller than Song Zhengsi, but this person could pull him away from his seat in an instant.

Gu Xinglan glanced back at Li Hetai as if by some strange impulse.