Became a vicious male mother

40, to show off one's power

"President Li, I hope you don't mind." Meng Guanhe quietly walked behind Gu Xinglan and pinched his right hand.

The force was neither too strong nor too weak, and Gu Xinglan's consciousness quickly returned.

Isn't this like jumping into a fire pit?

How could someone make such a huge mistake!

K: [Please note that over-acting at creating a persona can also damage that persona, as the performance becomes too obvious. Please be mindful of this.]

Gu Xinglan switched the soup to her left hand, and placed her right palm, which was marked with red welts from the hemp rope, in Li Taihe's hand.

I don't know if it's because my body temperature is too high, or if the other person is just naturally full of energy.

I just felt that the atmosphere of this handshake was too strange.

As the saying goes, the bystander sees most of the game. Meng Guanhe had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and he glanced at the head of the Li family.

He still wore that calm and humble expression, while Gu Xinglan... seemed nervous?

In my line of sight, those reddened eyelids were trembling abnormally, and the eyelashes below were fluttering like moth wings.

“I don’t mind. These are just formalities. It’s better for young people to relax.” Li Taihe’s eyes were smiling, his lips were upturned, and his eyes conveyed a sense of tolerance and kindness that Gu Xinglan could sense.

It gave him the creeps.

But Meng Guanhe clearly benefited from it.

Meng Guanhe, standing behind, pinched Gu Xinglan's cheek again when he saw that Gu Xinglan made no move.

It was right at her waist, and through the thin fabric, it felt like skin touching skin, which startled Gu Xinglan so much that she almost jumped out.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for your understanding and tolerance."

The little incident ended, the character creation assistant finally stopped, and I feel like my IQ has rebounded by several points.

Gu Xinglan wiped her face, concealing her exhaustion.

The three of them slowly walked down the hospital corridor to room 106.

This is a private hospital; appointments are required.

Meng Guanhe gestured to the nurse next to him to open the door.

There was a black lock on the door bolt.

"What is this?" Li Taihe raised an eyebrow.

"The kid's naughty; he ran out to play before he'd had a proper rest," Meng Guanhe shrugged.

They say it's for fun, but it's really just an escape, isn't it?

That's something that kid would do.

Gu Xinglan stood behind the two people, which was tantamount to standing in the middle.

The door opened silently.

Just then, my eyes met those of the child inside.

Xu Mufeng caught sight of someone the moment the door opened, his face changing rapidly like a jumble of emotions, turning red and then black, his eyes fixed on Gu Xinglan.

It wasn't until two well-dressed, tall men entered that Xu Mufeng swallowed all his emotions and transformed into the cautious demeanor Gu Xinglan had shown when they first met in the urban village.

His face was indifferent and numb, sullen and listless.

"This is the child, named Xu Mufeng. His parents are Xu Dong and Ding Xiuya, both migrant workers, currently unemployed. They live in Lane 2, 16th Street, Urban Village No. 4 Planning Area. The landlord is Hong Xinyuan. The estimated cost of this area is 8595 million yuan... This child and a group of other children often do shady things..."

Meng Guanhe's mouth never stopped, and the more casually he told Li Taihe about it, the more alarmed Xu Mufeng became on the bed.

If you can't understand those fees and such, surely you can understand a few people's names?

"Erpi" and "Si Mao"—several of his closest friends were mentioned without exception. Xu Mufeng clenched his hands tightly under the blanket, his nails almost digging into his flesh. Not to mention his mouth, which was filled with the taste of blood.

……

These two people seem to have come to the ward just to show off.

Gu Xinglan narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to analyze something from the child's micro-expressions.

The child sat blankly on the bed, maintaining a gloomy expression, even his eyes, which were the easiest place to see clues, were covered by his bangs.

“What about the children’s parents?” Li Taihe asked.

“Some are abandoned, and some are the product of landlords’ promiscuity in various districts. Very few have parents. The largest proportion are abandoned children.”

Li Taihe lowered his eyes slightly, as if revealing an innate compassion and peace. His eyes seemed to be imbued with Buddhist nature as he said calmly, "After the program ends, we will arrange for them to have food, drink, and lodging, and allocate a sum of money for education so that they can go to school."

These words were not spoken to Meng Guanhe.

Less than a second later, a series of "yes" responses came from Li Taihe's wrist, followed by the crisp sound of keyboard typing.

It turned out that this person had been using their watch to make calls the whole time.