Became a vicious male mother

41, Bao Zhen

"It's getting late, shall we find another place to talk this over?"

Meng Guanhe glanced at his watch and smiled.

Two men in high positions of power came into this small ward and talked for an unknown amount of time. They seemed to still want to go out and eat while they talked.

Gu Xinglan, carrying the bag, stood behind them, listening to their blueprint for the urban village.

“Mr. Gu? Shall we go together?” Li Taihe turned to the side, the sunset light outside the window casting a shadow on the man’s chiseled nose, his eyes filled with indescribable tenderness.

"No need, I brought some things for the child." Gu Xinglan turned to the side: "Respectfully seeing off President Li and President Meng."

The moment the two powerful individuals left, the entire ward felt more relaxed.

K: [Congratulations on successfully maintaining your persona. You are hereby awarded three minutes of survival time.]

Three minutes... not even enough to appease a beggar.

Gu Xinglan's brows twitched.

He brought soup and several plump white steamed buns from the private restaurant.

"Drink the soup first, then eat something else." Gu Xinglan sat on the plastic stool and placed the insulated box from the bag on the bedside table next to the hospital bed.

The moment you open the lid, the aroma of freshness fills the air.

"It's morel mushroom and chicken soup, to help you recover."

"Your injuries will stop hurting once they heal..."

Gu Xinglan spoke several times but received no response, so she turned to look at the child on the bed.

The child had his head down, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or not.

"How did you..."

Before he could finish his question, Xu Mufeng weakly interrupted him, "Would those two people let... the kids in the neighborhood live in their apartments?"

can you?

He didn't know either.

Whether Li Taihe was speaking politely or sincerely, or whether he was implying a desire to exterminate the homeless, he didn't know and couldn't guarantee it.

Gu Xinglan only believed what was in his mind; he wanted to piece together something from his fragmented memories.

For example, after the show ended, several families jointly invested in the group of homeless children, enabling them to live a good life and go to school.

But my mind was a complete blank; this was something unknown.

"...Won't we know after the show ends?" Gu Xinglan said awkwardly.

"Then why don't you dare look me in the eye when you speak?" Xu Mufeng had somehow fixed his gaze on him, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

“I will try my best to give you the opportunity to continue your studies. If you study hard, you can help them in the future…” Gu Xinglan was not confident. All he could do now was to give hope and set goals that he could guarantee, so that the child in front of him would have a direction to move forward.

This time, there was no smashing of the bowl, nor much nonsense. Xu Mufeng held the bowl and sipped the soup slowly from the rim.

"You should rest here. Someone paid for your hospital stay for a week, so you might as well stay." The ward was so quiet that the slight restlessness in my heart gradually subsided.

Instead, she felt a deep sense of exhaustion. Gu Xinglan stood up, supporting her back, and kept yawning: "I'll come see you again tomorrow morning."

The hospital doesn't outsource its patient meals; instead, they hire chefs to cook them themselves, so the food can't be too bad.

"I go first."

Gu Xinglan lifted her feet and slowly walked out.

Before closing the door.

"and many more!"

Gu Xinglan: ?

"You know that child, don't you?" Xu Mufeng finished his soup, his mouth glistening with grease, which, illuminated by the light from the window, made it seem as if he'd smeared his mouth with pork fat. "I want to know, why did you say those things to that child..."

Which one?

What were the things he said to Li Hetai?

It turns out that this child still had the energy to pay attention to what he was saying while he was being beaten.

Gu Xinglan frowned, keeping the door half-closed, and after a long pause said, "Aren't you the same? Why are you such a good kid to everyone else, but so fierce to me..."

The best way to resolve a problem is to ask the other person a question as well.

Xu Mufeng did not press the matter further.

"take a good rest."

With a creak, Gu Xinglan gently closed the door.

The scene of Li Hetai grabbing his clothes without hesitation and kicking him behind him slowly surfaced in his mind.

It was incredibly vibrant, smelling of the earth, breathing with an unbelievably steady rhythm, and moving with a series of swift, precise movements.

He should have thrown Li Hetai to the ground right then and there.

But he hesitated.

Perhaps Lai Ho Tai himself was also gambling, betting that he would throw the man off with his legs.

Gu Xinglan shook her head with a chuckle.

K: [Opportunities are often accompanied by crises, and similarly, crises can also contain opportunities. When facing difficulties in the future, it's better to consider the hidden opportunities within them.]

"Suffering is not worth praising." Doesn't he like the good things that fall from the sky? If the pie is filled with stones, then forget it.

It was dinnertime, and the area downstairs was bustling with people.

Gu Xinglan walked around the corner.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with a hint of familiar men's cologne filled my nostrils.

He had just smelled this perfume.

Gu Xinglan stopped and looked at the person seated.

In the middle of the aisle, there is a four-piece sofa set and a square coffee table.

The person sitting on the sofa was supposed to be outside discussing a collaboration with someone, but instead, he's here.

Li Taihe?

Gu Xinglan walked up to Li Taihe and sat down in the seat next to him.

"Hello, Mr. Li... May I ask what brings you here?"

He had spent so much time with the child in the ward, and it was almost dark when he came out. This person was still in the hospital, which meant that he wanted to talk to him alone.

When only the two of them remained, Li Taihe no longer had the approachable demeanor he had in front of Meng Guanhe. At least Gu Xinglan could sense the man's unreserved aura.

"Perform well on this show. If you do well, just tell your assistant what you need." Li Taihe didn't waste any words and gave a formulaic smile after speaking.

That's it?

It was just a phone call. Gu Xinglan gave a forced smile and said, "Thank you for your instructions. I, a lowly employee, will definitely do my job well."

"Let you go?"

Gu Xinglan paused in her act of getting up.

"Sit with me a little longer."

The man on the sofa then displayed that chillingly tender affection.

It only made him feel uneasy and anxious.

The two people in the rest area were quite different; one was extremely uncomfortable, while the other was relaxed and at ease.

"President Li... how could you leave Li Hetai, a child, all alone last night? It was so dangerous!"

Gu Xinglan took the initiative to start the conversation, which was also what he wanted to ask.

Yesterday's phone call was mostly filled with angry questions; now, the real questions are being asked.

He couldn't comfort Li Hetai, but he could address the root cause.

If one day he tries to boost his playtime by arguing with that kid Li Hetai, and unfortunately becomes the last straw that breaks the kid's back, he might get killed off early.

He hoped that the only target of Leong Hoe Thai would be himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the sofa slowly wiped the smile from his lips.

Li Taihe's suit jacket was neatly placed beside him, and he was wearing a dark patterned shirt from the latest season of a certain luxury brand. The pattern was not visible at a normal social distance, but now that he was sitting on the sofa, the dark pattern was clearly visible under the light above his head. Clothes make the man, and he looked noble.

Combined with that inexplicable aura that says "everything I say is right, and everything others say is wrong."

Gu Xinglan knew she had asked a question she shouldn't have.

The words of weakness were on the tip of Gu Xinglan's tongue, and she was about to speak.

Then the person on the sofa said, "You really think of him as your mother?"