Became a vicious male mother

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Gu Xinglan only came out of the mourning hall during the lunch break.

It seems that Li Hetai is not the kind of person who would compromise himself.

They said they'd kneel for seven days, so how could they possibly kneel for the entire period?

Li Hetai gave him a route that he could sneak around and avoid patrols.

He would bring things to the funeral hall every night in the middle of the night.

From the initial bread to instant noodles, and then to fragrant hot meals and dishes.

Gu Xinglan had timed it perfectly for tonight and was planning to sneak over again.

As it turned out, a person was walking unsteadily in the courtyard.

She was thin and had to stop to catch her breath after walking for a short while.

It is Li Jianbai.

noob?

Gu Xinglan followed slowly behind.

I saw Li Jianbai being helped to the mourning hall by the patrolmen.

All around was the sound of the wind, and the occasional "caw" of crows.

He was on the outside wall and couldn't hear what was being said inside at all; he could only see the scene inside by the reflection in the window.

In the mourning hall.

A faint cough could be heard.

Li Jianbai knelt on the cushion, slowly lowered his head, and kowtowed three times to the black and white statue.

“Third Uncle, I’ll go back tomorrow.” Standing to the side, Li Hetai showed no intention of kneeling, and his words were icy cold.

After kowtowing, Li Jianbai sat weakly on the cushion, his gaze lifeless as he looked over.

"How about we stay here a few more days?"

A silence hung in the air, and the candlelight blurred Li Hetai's face.

"Leaving tomorrow." The tone was as if speaking to an inanimate object.

"If you leave, he'll leave too. If you both leave, what will I do?"

Gu Xinglan has been preoccupied with this person ever since she returned, and she's still secretly watching him from outside.

These past few days, he's been coming over every day, but Gu Xinglan is still keeping it a secret from him.

To that person, he was ultimately an outsider.

Even though they saw each other on their phones every day for the past few years, he was just a passerby to that person.

Sunrise leaves behind the mist and dew.

Li Hetai came out of the mourning hall.

The area outside was surrounded by a dense crowd of servants, all of whom were dismantling funeral supplies.

And a place that is one mile apart.

Gu Xinglan is packing her luggage.

He couldn't get in last night, and his legs were almost numb from standing outside, so he had to go back first.

The two planned to pack their luggage and then meet at the gate of the mansion, from where they would walk directly to Jiangtong Railway Station.

As the sun slowly rose above the mountains.

Li Jianbai, who had been kneeling in the mourning hall for most of the night, was finally helped back.

This must be the first time that person has stayed up all night, Gu Xinglan thought to herself as she packed her clothes.

Before saying goodbye.

Li Jianbai was still sleeping in bed, his face peaceful, and he even looked quite well today, with his lips turning red.

Looking at his appearance, it's easy to see that he must have been a handsome young man when he was healthy.

He specially prepared soup and wrote a farewell letter.

The envelope was placed on Li Jianbai's bedside table.

"Xiaobai, I'm leaving." Gu Xinglan said with a smile in a breathy voice, and after tucking the blanket around the person in bed, she pulled her suitcase and left.

Li Hetai was already taller than him, and carrying several pieces of luggage was effortless for him.

Get to the train station.

Those who came to see them off were all from collateral relatives.

He saw several familiar faces in the crowd, including Li Shengwa, Li Changqing, and even the original owner's ex.

When the sound of the train starting could be heard.

The two people sat comfortably in their seats.

The noise in the carriage—children's shrill cries, videos playing aloud, all sorts of conversations—was extremely unpleasant to listen to.

The phone rang twice; the caller was Li Yuan.

"Uncle Yuan?"

Li Hetai sat next to him, and the speakerphone was loud enough for both of them to hear.

[Third Master, he's gone.]

[When the servant went up to the room, the Third Master was already dead.]

"Let's go back now."

[No need. He instructed before he died that since you've left, you should leave quickly and never come back here.]

After the old man finished speaking, the phone went silent.

Seeing Li Jianbai's vital energy this morning was a sign of his dying breath.

Gu Xinglan's eyes gradually warmed up as she turned her phone upside down.

The train took several hours to reach Wushui.

It was already evening when we arrived at the station.

The two of them made do and spent the night in a hotel.

“Changgu is uninhabitable; your dad wants to sell it.” Gu Xinglan unconsciously poked at her takeout food.

"Okay, let's stay at the hotel for now."

Li Hetai answered a phone call midway through the conversation and started taking the suit that the waiter had brought over.

The clothes he took off completely exposed his body. He had broad shoulders, and below them were smooth, firm, and well-defined muscles. His V-line extended down from the sides of his abdominal muscles and disappeared into his trousers. As Li Hetai made the phone call, his muscles undulated and stretched.

After buttoning the last button, Li Hetai ended the phone call and turned to look at the person beside the bed.

The man still looked shrouded in gloom.

"Gu Xinglan, could you help me tie my tie?"

Li Hetai repeated it twice before calling the person over.

The subtle sense of oppression comes from height and physique.

When Gu Xinglan held the dark blue tie through Li Hetai's neck, she realized the aura that this man was subtly exuding.

"Are you going to the company?"

"Yes, we need to start the handover now."

Li Hetai lowered his head slightly.

He let Gu Xinglan tie his tie and smooth out the fabric on his shoulders.

"Isn't this too fast? Is Li Taihe in such a hurry to let you take over the company? What are the shareholders saying?"

“My father wanted me to start as an assistant.”

Li Hetai became Li Taihe's assistant.

When meeting business partners, attending various conferences, banquets, and on all sorts of occasions, Li Taihe is always accompanied by a tall, handsome, and distinguished young man.

He always had a perfectly timed smile on his lips, just like Li Taihe.

Everyone outside knows that this is the young master of the Li family. It is expected that after his coming-of-age ceremony in a few months, he will be the new chairman of the Li family group and the youngest chairman in Wushui.

Therefore, everyone praised and flattered Li Hetai.

Young people remain humble even when faced with praise.

After a long day of intense work, Li Taihe's schedule was so full that not even a fly could squeeze in.

Li Hetai, who followed along, also had a packed schedule.

office.

After the meeting, Li Taihe took off his glasses, his face showing obvious signs of exhaustion, until his gaze fell on Li Hetai.

Appreciation slowly crept into his eyes.

"Hey Tai, how have you been lately? Are you adjusting well?"

“Very good.” Li Hetai lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.

"A few days ago, Wushui released internal information that it was preparing to support new industries. Now, Wushui has no other choice but the Li family. If the company were to give you the task of securing this project, could you win it?"

Wushui is not only home to the Li family, but also the Geng, Meng, and Lin families, who are also interested, so there will be a lot of competition.

However, the Li family group combines their strengths, and the government will pay close attention to them, but they will never put all their eggs in one basket.

Li Hetai nodded again.

"Father, leave it to me, I can do it."

The meeting went on until well past midnight.

The Li family has invested in the new materials industry, but they do not have any reliable brand image.

For those few months, Li and Tai were busy with this.

Meetings lasted until late at night every day, and I worked with the public relations department to develop collaborative publicity strategies. I attended all kinds of press conferences and industry forums.

Gu Xinglan moved into Li Hetai's own property.

A large, single-level apartment in a high-rise building inexplicably made him hallucinate the gilded cage from his past life.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, skyscrapers seem to pierce the sky over Wushui, and you can even see the long Wushui River with huge cruise ships slowly moving on its calm surface.

He looked at the cruise ship, which was just a tiny dot with flashing lights.

I haven't seen Li Hetai for more than half a month; he's probably busy again.

After enjoying the night view, Gu Xinglan felt sleepy and wanted to go back to bed.

He felt a faint, intense heat on the back of his neck, followed by a sudden force that slammed him against the glass window.