Became a vicious male mother

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Wushui Jing'an Mall.

Just east of Wushui, a newly opened super-large shopping mall even surrounds a medium-sized amusement park and stadium.

He bought toiletries here last time, and got a significant discount.

The Valentine's Day area is all about pink.

Gu Xinglan, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, was holding a bouquet of flowers and waiting near the fountain.

There were so many luxury cars parked here that he couldn't keep up with them all.

Two hours passed, and still no one came. Gu Xinglan impatiently raised her front foot and tapped the floor.

He's not answering his phone... Did he get stood up?

[Senior, when are you coming?]

After waiting for several tens of minutes, I finally received a voice message: "[Could you...could you come to the temple behind the mall? I'm here.]"

Gu Xinglan's expression remained unchanged as she sent a voice message in response, her tone cheerful, but her heart gradually sank.

The senior student most likely encountered the thugs who specifically targeted him a few days ago.

Those few people are like ghosts that won't leave; they really need to be taught a lesson.

But he's a college student, how could he possibly beat them all half to death with his grappling techniques? Still in the temple, Gu Xinglan exhaled a breath of stale air, his bones cracking.

The senior student stood at the temple entrance, her face pale, and upon closer inspection, her hands were trembling.

Before he could even say hello, a gust of wind suddenly flew towards the back of his head. In the pitch black, no one could tell if he had been hit. Gu Xinglan cried out "Ouch!" a few times and took off running.

The group of people appeared from all directions.

"Chase after them, you bastards!!"

"If I don't get him hospitalized, I'll change my surname!"

Several men, each carrying a stick, ran into the grove of trees.

Gu Xinglan hid in the shadows.

The grove was filled with cries of pain and groans. He showed no mercy, delivering punches that landed squarely, and when necessary, he would kick their genitals to kill them instantly.

It didn't actually kill them.

Stop when you've finished.

A young man in his mid-twenties, full of youthful vigor.

"If you dare to ruin my plans again, I'll make you all kneel down and call me 'Dad'," Gu Xinglan said sternly.

The man had a gentle smile on his face, but the thugs were so frightened that they trembled.

After we left the grove.

Oh no! He wanted to try his luck at this red-marked spot on Valentine's Day to see if he could find any useful information, but his senior had already run away.

[Senior, are you alright?]

He received a reply of "[It's okay]" on the other end. When he sent another emoji, it was already showing a red exclamation mark. He had been blacklisted by his senior.

In the shopping mall.

Along the way, all she encountered were groups of couples. Gu Xinglan returned to her original spot and could only dejectedly throw the roses into the trash can, her forlorn expression on her face.

Since we're already here, let's grab a late-night snack before we leave.

And the other side.

"You're saying that a bunch of you, armed with wooden sticks, ganged up on one person and beat him all to the ground?!?!"

The people drinking in the booth suddenly stood up.

"Boss... it's really not our fault. That guy, that guy is no ordinary person. He uses dirty tricks, specifically targeting our men's groin. There's still one guy who can't get up..."

The person addressed as "boss" fell silent.

A few weeks ago, he received orders to send a few good-for-nothing street thugs to teach a college student a lesson.

I didn't expect it to be this difficult.

Several groups of people were sent out, but none of them accomplished anything.

"Boss, look, why don't we just lie and say we've already fought him? Anyway, that guy looks down on our background, and we don't even know who he is."

"What nonsense are you spouting? That guy was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. How can he be compared to you and me?"

The private room was filled with smoke and the faint smell of blood, which immediately made Ye Shang lose his appetite for drinking.

Ye spat a few times, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and poked the cigarette butt on his younger brother's forehead. "I'm going out for some fresh air."

He came to this big city from a small town not only to make a name for himself, but also to build good relationships and expand his network of connections.

So, when he meets a powerful and arrogant boss, he can get a share of the spoils while the boss is eating meat.

If the big boss is unhappy, then all his years of hard work will have been for nothing.

"Hey, senior?"

Ye Shang froze when the voice behind him called out.

He turned his head to look over.

He's a junior on the school's track and field team.

These days, people look down on those who aren't educated. He bought a degree with money, and luckily, he was good at sports.

This junior student must have offended someone, but the higher-ups have given orders to beat him up.

Ye rubbed his hands together and wiped the tar smell from his hands onto his back.

Gu Xinglan walked over, smelling a faint scent of rust. He smiled and said, "Last time in the competition, I saw you take on eight opponents by yourself. Your hurdling was amazing." He then gave a thumbs-up with great enthusiasm.

"Hmph, stop flattering me..."

Ye Shang avoided their gaze and looked around uncomfortably.

This place is considered quite remote in the mall.

It takes at least half an hour to get here from the intersection via the shortest route.

"What's wrong with you lately? Did you offend someone?"

"How did you know, senior? I just ran into a group of people." Gu Xinglan spread out his hands, revealing several wounds on his palms, looking pitiful.

"The person almost died."

"Alright, learn your lesson. Be more careful next time and don't offend people carelessly."

Gu Xinglan chuckled inwardly.

He originally wanted to get a late-night snack, but he ran into that group of thugs on a side street, which led him here.

The senior standing in front of him wasn't from a good family either.

This senior student was used to bullying new recruits in the track and field team, but everyone was afraid of offending him.

He would have quit the track and field team long ago if it weren't for the awards and honors. Unfortunately, running is his best sport besides swimming, and he can win awards whenever there is a competition.

"Senior, wanna grab a late-night snack? It's on me." Gu Xinglan looked up at the person opposite her.

Ye Shang waved his hand, "Who would go to a restaurant with a grown man today? Get lost."

The junior student kept turning back to look at him, as if he were some kind of heartless man.

That face is really good-looking. When it runs on the track, the muscles in its calves keep shaking, like a piece of white tofu.

If it weren't for the penis, he could easily take it down.

"Boss...that's the person."

The underling peeking out of the bar entrance said weakly.

"Alright, he's injured too. Just send him a message saying he's already been disciplined."

"what?"

"Ah for what."

"I'll go right away, I'll go right away." The younger brother muttered to himself, thinking that the boss must be scared too.

When Ye Shang went to the office, she took off her coat and even called for male escorts from the bar.

The male prostitute was heavily made up, and he simply couldn't bring himself to kiss him.

But when I thought of the smiling face of the junior student just now, I couldn't help but think of it.

"Boss, would you like me to blow it for you?"

Upon hearing the words, Ye Shang automatically imagined a different face for the male duck in her mind and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Damn, just imagining those two legs together is enough to kill me. What's this compared to that? Is it because he's been too damn tired these past few days? It's all the fault of those guys who only give orders but don't pay him.

Speak of the devil, and he appears; the door creaks open.

He is the hotel manager.

Ye Shang quickly stood up and said, "Good morning, Manager!"

"Xiao Ye, go and report."

All managers are required to attend the bi-monthly work report meeting.

He was officially the owner of the bar, but in reality, he was just a low-level manager. If the higher-ups were unhappy, the owner of the bar could be replaced by someone else. His status was completely insignificant.

Hearing that a high-ranking official was also coming to hear a report today, Ye Shang quickly put on his suit jacket.