Became a vicious male mother

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If we leave it alone, wouldn't that be a waste of food? It's a complete waste of resources!

Gu Xinglan couldn't help but move her throat, picked up the bowl, and gently sipped a small mouthful of soup... before she could even swallow it.

There's a well-known law: if you don't want something to happen, it will happen.

With a swift "squeak," the door was opened instantly, without any warning.

The person who opened the door was backlit by the moonlight, with a trash can at their feet.

Those eyes were obscured by the shadow of his bangs, making them difficult to see clearly.

The only thing that could be seen was a sliver of cold light reflecting off the whites of the eyes through the gap.

Despite those gazes, Gu Xinglan remained calm and continued swallowing the soup.

But inside, the drums of war were already beating.

The key point is that, with his squatting posture, the two of them were at eye level.

Gu Xinglan was like a grain of sand stuck in the middle of a boulder, her whole body trembling as she floated out of the clouds.

The standoff lasted only a second.

Li Hetai acted as if he hadn't seen him, picked up the trash can and walked out.

Just as the door was about to close, Gu Xinglan stuck her foot out and blocked it, her tone surprisingly calm: "I want to go in."

The dark, heavy trash cans seemed excessively large and unreasonable compared to the child's thin frame, yet they were easily carried out of the passageway.

Only when the figure became increasingly indistinct did Gu Xinglan turn her gaze away and struggle to stand up, holding the bowl.

I have absolutely no idea what Li Hetai's attitude is.

He was prepared for the other party to "accidentally" dump the trash can on him, spilling the bowl and noodle soup all over the floor.

But the other person left...

Gu Xinglan stepped into the room.

The painting that he had torn to pieces is now being pieced together crookedly on the table.

Thinking back to when he tore up the painting, he quickly scanned it again.

Paintings often reflect a person's psychological state.

This painting by Li Hetai is both chaotic and orderly... full of contradictions.

Each figure stands in a row, all the same size, with extremely clear outlines, none of them crossing the boundaries, clearly layered, with varying depths in the distance and nearness.

The outline of the figure was densely filled with messy lines, filled only with disordered gray and black.

If his senior brother were present, he might have been able to analyze Li Hetai's psychological state more deeply based on this painting.

But right now he's the only one, and he's not an expert in this area.

We can only roughly infer from this painting that Li Hetai was following a certain sense of order and restraining something.

Beneath the orderly facade maintained by Li Hetai, however, lies a child whose heart may harbor many chaotic, unresolved, and disordered thoughts and ideas.

"What could this child possibly be worried about?" Gu Xinglan murmured to herself.

These past few days, he has been observing Li Taihe almost constantly.

Now that Le Thai Ho has gone abroad, he can finally focus his energy on Le Ho Thai.

Gu Xinglan quietly examined the painting, and only after a long while did she finally look away.

*

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight, carried by a gentle breeze, swept across the artificial lake in Changgu, creating ripples on its surface.

A Kongming lantern, seemingly from nowhere, drifted out of the French windows outside. It had lost its wick and was now just a wrinkled, worn-out shell.

The temperature has dropped slightly.

Gu Xinglan was awakened by the cold in her seat, her head throbbing with pain.

Not to mention his neck, which was in excruciating pain after lying on the table all night.

“System…” Gu Xinglan hadn’t recovered yet; her eyes were as if they were covered by a white fog, and everything she saw was blurry.

System: [Host, you've overused your eyes.]

He received a message from the production team yesterday, telling him that he could start preparing today.

He couldn't resist rereading the documents Meng Guanhe had sent him earlier, and ended up falling asleep on the table...

"How much time do I have left?"

System: [You slept for over six hours. Rounding up, you have thirty-eight hours remaining.]

The flow rate of time has not slowed down, which means that Li Hetai did not return to the room last night.

Gu Xinglan frowned.

Where will the child sleep?

The villa's guest rooms had been cleaned out long ago after the servants were laid off; there were no mattresses, sheets, or blankets.

Thinking of the beach blanket from last night, Gu Xinglan went to the balcony, opened the French windows, and looked out into the distance.

The outdoor terrace was also empty.

The blanket soaked with his sweat, which should have been on the beach chair, has mysteriously disappeared.

……

Come to the kitchen.

The pot that was used for cooking yesterday and wasn't washed is still here.

Even when he cooked noodles for someone surnamed Song, the noodles were gone, but the bowl remained on the table. Overnight, the bowl's surface had dried completely and turned brown.

This made him furious.

We ate the noodles he cooked and then left the bowls for him to wash. We're both working-class people, isn't this just making things difficult for him?

Gu Xinglan rolled up his sleeves and angrily finished washing the dishes.

I cooked noodles for breakfast again, but the color was a bit lighter than last night's.

After finishing cooking and setting the table, Gu Xinglan leaned against the wall and quietly looked at the clock hanging on it.

Seven o'clock is the time for Li Hetai to have breakfast.

Li Hetai was still wearing the same loungewear he hadn't changed out of the night before. He sat slowly and steadily in his chair, mechanically eating.

Their relationship seemed to have deteriorated dramatically.

Previously, at least Li Hetai had some reaction to his words.

Now, he and Li Hetai are almost complete strangers.

Just like last night, he went crazy, but Li Hetai treated him like he was invisible, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Mr. Gu, what's wrong with you?"

A majestic voice came from behind, startling Gu Xinglan so much that she quickly turned around.

Who else could it be but the butler?

"I put you in charge of the young master's daily life, what are you still standing here for?" The butler said in a deep voice, his voice only audible to the two of them: "The young master is leaving in an hour. Are you ignoring what I said yesterday?"

Do not……

Before he could finish speaking, the butler continued, "You'll be fined this morning's wages."

Should we deduct his salary?

The dust from cooking noodles this morning hasn't even dissipated yet.

Even if they didn't achieve great things, they still put in a lot of effort.

Gu Xinglan stood up straight, staring at the butler for a long time, seemingly with a thousand words in her mouth, but unable to utter a single one.

"I'm sorry... I'll prepare a school uniform and schoolbag for the young master right away." Gu Xinglan turned around, on the verge of tears.

Back and forth, it ran from the north side of the villa to the south side, and then from the south side back to the north side.

Panting, carrying her school uniform on both shoulders, her schoolbag in one hand and her shoes in the other.

At 7:20, Li Hetai finished breakfast and was already sitting on the sofa.

In his eyes, this person looked like they were waiting for him to serve them.

Gu Xinglan ran to the child, gritting her teeth.

"Young Master Li, shall I help you get dressed?"