Became a vicious male mother

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Finally, the mission arrived.

If he really dies under mysterious circumstances, it would be a disgrace to be ranked number one on the list!

Even the way he held the spoon became more graceful. Gu Xinglan no longer pounced on the food like a hungry tiger, but instead chewed slowly and swallowed the cold rice in his mouth.

"Li Hetai, do you still remember that child surnamed Xu?"

After finishing his cold rice, he casually placed the lunchbox on the table and looked at the child who had been sitting blankly on the bed.

The sudden sound of voices, in this quiet night, did not seem abrupt, but rather like a ghostly, hazy whisper.

The sound was loud enough for the child in bed to hear.

But the other person just sat there, enveloped in the moonlight.

The silhouette exudes a sense of loneliness, like a lone rock on an endless sea, weathered and mottled by the sea yet still standing tall.

Seeing this, Gu Xinglan rested her chin on her hand on the table and took in the whole scene.

He didn't want to spoil the atmosphere.

The scene before him gave him an unusual sense of peace.

I hope that Lai Ho Tai will remain this quiet when he grows up.

After a while, a cold draft rose from the half-open window, causing the curtains to arch upwards.

The wide-open curtain almost swallowed the entire child on the bed.

The curtain remained wrapped around the child until the wind stopped.

Li Hetai reached out and pulled the curtains open.

With a "whoosh," the layers of curtains swayed back into place.

But the space beside me was no longer empty; instead, there was a warm person by my side.

This person arrived at some unknown time, now sitting with his legs crossed and his hands propped up on the bed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see those eyes, which were filled with an indescribable weariness, yet there was no darkness within them.

His pupils, filled with moonlight, were unusually clear, as if seeing anything would bring one a sense of inexplicable peace and tranquility.

"Li Hetai".

Her rosy lips parted and closed, slowly revealing: "Xu Mufeng is missing. I really want to find him. Can you paint a portrait of him for me?"

As she spoke, her hand, so warm it was impossible to ignore, touched the child's shoulder.

The child was forced to turn around little by little, following the force of the other person's palm.

"I know you can draw. So, should I help you or not?"

The pressure on his shoulder was forceful.

But his tone was very calm, so calm that it almost blended into the cold wind blowing in from the window, and if you weren't careful, it would be blown away like the wind.

Li Hetai remained unmoved, his deep eyes meeting those scrutinizing eyes.

"Why should I do something just because you tell me to?"

He made a rare sound, hoarse like an old-fashioned bellows decaying in a deserted village.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whose voice was more eerie.

"Because I'm your father now."

This is not a joke.

Gu Xinglan couldn't bring herself to say "Mom" because the child was holding a picture of a woman.

Is today a special day?

Is it the anniversary of Le Ho Thai's biological mother's death or birthday, or Le Ho Thai's own birthday, or the day the woman married Le Ho Thai Ho?

"Dad?" the child said calmly, as if pondering his words. Finally, a strange, muffled laugh escaped from between the child's lips.

……

The night was dark.

A strange, faint laugh came from somewhere in the villa. The only thing that could resonate with this sound was probably the owl hanging upside down on the branch.

Gu Xinglan didn't understand what the person was laughing at, but she didn't show any impatience on her face.

Instead, he maintained an inquisitive gaze, staring directly at the slightly manic child who was laughing so hard he was doubled over.

As for the slightly gray and moldy photo in the child's hand, it slipped out of his arms and rolled to the edge of the bed, teetering precariously, about to fall off.

He reached out and picked up the wooden-framed photograph.

Dust had clouded the woman's eyes, and everything was shrouded in mist.

The only thing that could be glimpsed was the woman's smile, which resembled that of the Mona Lisa.

Whether in a child's arms, on the bed, or in his hands, the woman's smile can be seen from almost every angle.

After wiping away the dust with her blue sleeves, the smile inside almost came to life.

They look so alike, so incredibly alike...

If Lai Tai-ho and Lai Ho-tai are like twins, then the woman is exactly the same as Lai Ho-tai!

To be precise, he looks exactly like the young, unrefined Li Hetai.

Doesn't this mean that Li Taihe and this woman are essentially two different versions of each other?

Genes... are so powerful.

Could this woman also be a member of the Li family? But why is her surname Qiu?

I still remember the old mansion's third young master I met at the auction calling Li Hetai's mother "Sister Qiu".

If the woman surnamed Qiu is from the Li family, how can we explain the fact that two people from the Li family not only married but also had a child?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of another person surnamed Meng at the auction.

Can we believe the words this person utters when he's not in his right mind?

In fact, he had already dismissed his cuckoldry talk the moment he realized how similar the father and son of the Li family were.

After all, when people are emotionally agitated, their statements are bound to be influenced by their emotions, often involving exaggeration or denigration, making them difficult to use as direct evidence.

Gu Xinglan stared at the photo for a long time, until the laughter around her gradually subsided.

!

Suddenly, a small hand covered in scars appeared on my arm.

The child beside him had recovered from his previous state and said in a deep voice:

“My dad? He died a long time ago, you know? He died a horrible death, I saw it with my own eyes. My mom… my mom died too, she died right in front of me, they’re all dead…”

The child kept making noises, like a machine gun.

When the two were close, he saw that Li Hetai's eyes were bloodshot, making him look even more possessed than before.

This child is also becoming emotional.

But the next second, to his utter surprise, the child actually raised his hand and grabbed his neck!

The sensation of fingers sinking deep into the brain reached my brain, and my Adam's apple bobbed as the other person moved.

Gu Xinglan had been cutting meat and vegetables intensely just a few hours earlier, and her hands were already exhausted.

Now that he's being pinched like this, his first reaction is to grab it.

This person is very strong.

His hands and neck were stitched together tightly, the chilling cold almost seeping into his major arteries.

In the still air, the two of them struggled in a flash, their faint sounds almost swallowed by the night.

Gu Xinglan was helplessly choked onto the bed, her eyes beginning to roll upwards in a daze.

If he didn't save himself soon, he might be strangled to death by this child...

"Li Hetai!"

Gu Xinglan grabbed the other person's hands.

He was an adult after all, and he quickly grabbed the child's hand, rolled over, and pinned the child to the floor.

When Gu Xinglan's gaze fell upon the two slightly protruding fangs, her pupils contracted.

The next second, the back of my hand was bitten down by those two rows of teeth!

The skin was quickly pierced by the sharp teeth, and wisps of red spots kept appearing.

The pain suddenly spread throughout my body.

Now he was completely sober.

The pain contorted his face, and he almost forgot to breathe, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

The blood droplets had long since stained Li Hetai's lips bright red, as if he had applied rouge.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Hetai, with the piece of flesh from the back of his hand in his mouth, lay face down on him.

The two remained in this position for a long time.

It wasn't until Gu Xinglan was dizzy for a moment and then came to her senses that she realized that a large patch of fabric on her chest was soaked.