Became a vicious male mother

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Decades ago, the weather was just like this in the Li family.

The mudslide completely destroyed the villages on the mountain. It wasn't until a week after the rain stopped that people dared to go back up the mountain to collect their belongings.

The patriarch of the Li family found a beautiful woman in his courtyard. The woman said she was there for tourism.

For a whole week, no one dared to come up the mountain. Without food or water, how could someone still look so glamorous?

The patriarch of the Li family sent her back, and the two of them, though separated by distance, still exchanged letters from time to time.

The following year, the woman came with her luggage, tearfully recounting how her family was pressuring her to get married.

The patriarch of the Li family gave up studying abroad and married the woman here.

“That’s the strange thing,” Li Changqing whispered.

The two went on their honeymoon for several years, and when they came back, their child was already several years old.

Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan quickly asked, "Is that child Li Taihe?"

Li Changqing, sitting opposite him, didn't keep him in suspense and nodded.

"Back then, the Li family not only had a successful business and a large family, but they were also incredibly lucky. Whatever industry they invested in, it would go very smoothly. But ever since that woman married into the family, their fortunes changed and plummeted."

“The main branch of the Li family has encountered one problem after another, and the company is in constant trouble. After the Li family company’s capital chain broke, the woman left, leaving only the child here.”

"It's no use. Later, the main branch of the Li family either died or fell ill. Of the more than one hundred people, only a dozen or so are still alive, and only four are willing to stay in the house."

Thinking of something, Li Changqing snapped his fingers lightly.

"No, the funeral is over, there should be three left."

"Have you sent someone to come and take a look?"

Gu Xinglan thought it was complete nonsense.

The family's fortunes took a sharp downturn just because of a marriage. Isn't this due to mismanagement of the company and some unexpected coincidences?

How can you blame everything on one person?

What if this is a supernatural world?

Seeing Gu Xinglan's furrowed brows, he looked completely disbelieving.

Li Changqing's stern face suddenly lit up with a smile. "Do you believe me?"

"Do not believe."

"You're right not to believe me. I was just making up a story."

Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan almost lost her composure and immediately got up and left.

He needed to go to the funeral hall to find Li Hetai; if he stayed here any longer, it would be almost dawn.

"Hey!"

Li Changqing strode forward and blocked the door.

Aren't you curious why I wouldn't let you take the necklace?

"You'll tell me if I ask?"

After he finished speaking, Li Changqing nodded calmly.

Gu Xinglan looked at the other person and asked again helplessly.

“This necklace is a family heirloom given to Li Taihe by the woman. Her background is not simple; her family is involved in organized crime overseas. If someone sees you carrying this, your life could be in danger.”

The necklace was taken out by Li Changqing.

Green jade is beautiful even in dim light.

"The company is on the verge of bankruptcy, which is most likely a deliberate attack by her family. As for the deaths of members of the main branch, I have no idea."

No wonder Lai Tai-ho was able to thrive in the gray area; it turns out his maternal clan was helping him.

Gu Xinglan really wanted to ask Li Changqing if he knew that Li Taihe was doing things that were walking on the edge of a cliff.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make; it's better to say less.

System: [Congratulations, host, the percentage of the first hidden character has increased by 5%, currently at 10.5%.]

An electronic speaker sounded, and Gu Xinglan vaguely heard the four indistinct words "hidden mission," but unfortunately, she couldn't make out anything else.

"System," Gu Xinglan thought to herself.

My mind is blank; I have no sense of any system at all.

Is it his imagination?

The rain outside the window kept falling.

“I took the necklace. As a bribe you gave me, I’m sending it to you.”

Li Changqing took off his heavy coat, revealing a black vest, and kept stretching his arms.

"Someone will deliver breakfast at seven in the morning, remember to hide."

Following Li Changqing, we walked along a narrow path for a long time, passing a large, dark pavilion, and finally arrived at the place where white lanterns flickered.

A cold wind blew, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

He subconsciously looked at Li Changqing, who was leading the way.

As a result, the person disappeared.

"Li Changqing?"

Gu Xinglan called out in a whisper, but there was no response.

Only red candles were lit inside the mourning hall.

However, Li Hetai was not kneeling on the cushion.

The two servants who were guarding the mourning hall for Li and Tai had already fainted on the spot.

The white ribbons kept flying, creating an eerie atmosphere. Seeing the black coffin in the middle and the large character "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") sent chills down my spine.

Gu Xinglan broke out in a cold sweat, moved her fingers, and slowly approached the coffin lid.

The body had long been cremated; what was inside was probably just the urn containing Master Li's ashes, merely for show, with no real body inside.

After searching around the black coffin lid, Gu Xinglan couldn't find Li Hetai. Then, in a sudden flash, a white light exploded in her mind.

Wasn't it tightly closed just now?! How did it suddenly open a crack?!

He took a closer look.

There are people lying inside.

The man's eyes were open.

Four eyes facing each other.

Gu Xinglan was so frightened that a chill ran down her spine, and she made a strange, escaping sound.

Soon her mouth was covered by a hand that smelled of ylang-ylang.

"Mmm mmm mmm..." Li Hetai?

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." Is that you? Li Hetai?

It really was him.

The man was tall and had a cold, aloof look. When illuminated by the red candle, he appeared as pale as a ghost.

"it's me."

Li Hetai kept a calm expression on his face.

Having gone through puberty, my voice is no longer as hoarse as it was when I was a child. Now it is a deep and mature voice, which overlaps with the voice I use when I talk on the phone every night.

Gu Xinglan immediately relaxed.

The bamboo basket he brought contained bread, hard-boiled eggs, and bottled water, all of which were devoured by Li Hetai.

"Why are you sleeping in a coffin? It's terrifying." Gu Xinglan first looked at Li Hetai's body, then looked inside the coffin.

There was no urn or any personal clothing inside the black wooden board, only a white cushion.

"It's cold outside, I want to lie down and rest first." Li Hetai savored the sweet creamy taste in his mouth, and slowly raised his eyes to observe someone.

The two people usually communicate via phone calls and video chats, but now that they've reunited, they have an urgent urge to have physical contact.

Physical contact is both an expression of emotion and a way to gain a sense of security.

Especially in such a gloomy environment.

There is a pressing need for supplementary body language.

Gu Xinglan took the lead and patted Li Hetai's arm.

The palm of his hand felt very firm and cool; he could only pat it a couple of times before Li Hetai gripped it tightly.

The man was very strong; he couldn't pull himself back.

Li Hetai slowly pulled the person closer, looking at Gu Xinglan with a deep gaze.

"I'll stay here for another six days. After that, let's go back to Wushui together."

"Whatever you say, I'll listen to whatever you plan," Gu Xinglan said casually.

There were people guarding the mourning hall. The two servants lying on the ground were not knocked unconscious by Li Hetai, but were asleep on their own.

There's nowhere to hide here.

Li Hetai pointed to the inside of the coffin.

Someone will come to deliver breakfast at seven o'clock, and there are patrols outside now. He doesn't know the way and can't escape.

If he gets discovered, he'll be in big trouble.

Gu Xinglan clasped her hands together, bowed to the black and white portrait on the stage, and then hid in the coffin.

There was a tiny crack in the coffin lid, allowing air to escape.

Around 7 a.m., after breakfast was served, there was no one else in the mourning hall.

Li Hetai lifted the board and shook the sleeping person inside awake.

"Gu Xinglan, wake up."

The sound was as soft as the flapping of a tiny flying insect's wings.

As the breath drew near, Gu Xinglan instantly opened her eyes and saw Li Hetai with a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth.

"Good morning."