Became a vicious male mother

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The person on the sofa stopped talking after finishing speaking, seemingly trying to argue with Li Taihe and get him to open his mouth and speak.

The air seemed to stand still for a long time.

Li Taihe suppressed the oppressive aura emanating from him and shook his head helplessly.

"You've become quite eccentric in the past two years."

The person on the sofa sat quietly with their hands on their knees and a gentle expression.

"You're the same; you've become more talkative these days..."

Upon hearing this, Li Taihe's smile faded, and he looked at the person on the sofa: "You're not getting any younger, have you thought about getting married?"

marry?

Very distant words.

But the wisps of longing that kept rising in his heart made Li Jianbai's breathing become heavier.

But just like that, my throat started coughing.

Helplessness and a faint numbness crept into his eyes: "With this broken body of mine, who would want me?"

He continued, coughing, "You're the healthiest one in the family, but that doesn't mean you can toy with a girl's feelings..."

"stop."

Li Taihe quickly interrupted, slowly walked to the sofa, and patted Li Jianbai on the shoulder: "It's no fun if you come here to lecture me. I have things to do here. How about we have a proper chat at seven o'clock tonight?"

"..."

After he finished speaking, Li Jianbai fell silent and was helped up by the man in white with a regretful expression.

"Seven o'clock at night... I'd like to stay here, but it's a pity... You should see me off."

The last words gradually faded away.

But Gu Xinglan, hiding under the table, heard everything clearly.

We're almost there!

He's feeling top-heavy now.

His eyes were brimming with white dots.

If I don't get out soon, I'm going to faint and fall off the table.

……

The coughing sound gradually disappeared.

The door to the private room closed.

With a "whoosh".

The tablecloth was lifted.

"you……"

"I...I'll carry you out."

The person inside the table had their limbs twisted together, their legs bent and pressed against their chest, their arms wrapped around their legs, their ten fingers gripping each other tightly until their knuckles turned white, and their head buried deep in their arms, leaving only a profile and a few strands of messy hair visible. Their left eye was unusually red, and their entire body was trembling slightly.

Li Yuechang reached inside with both hands and pulled the person out in one go.

They curl up in a ball, making them difficult to hug; you can only hold them like a snowball.

"Hey, should I go call the doctor?"

The person in my arms seemed disoriented, but they had important business to attend to soon, so it wouldn't be a problem to delay them.

"Let me catch my breath..."

Gu Xinglan rested her head on Li Yuechang's right shoulder, feeling as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

His arm had been bent for a long time, and now even the slightest movement caused him pain so intense that he closed his eyes tightly and his veins bulged.

The two of them stood in that position for a long time.

During this time, Le Viet even adjusted his holding position to make him more comfortable.

“Li Yuechang”.

Being called by his full name for no reason, Li Yuechang felt that something was wrong.

The breath near his ear was like the gentlest breeze in early spring, carrying a hint of warmth that teased his earlobe, and a few wisps of sweet fragrance, tender and lingering, as if blowing into his heart, stirring up waves of tingling, like a lover's whisper in his ear, warm and ambiguous.

"Damn it, stay away from me."

"...I can't move the back of my neck, you'd better call a doctor for me."

"What are you yelling for? How can you yell like this? Every time I move, you cry out in pain. Damn it, what do you take me for..."

Suddenly, one word after another started spitting out from Li Yuechang's mouth.

"Li Yuechang!"

When Li Yuechang was called by his full name again, his mouth, which had been agape, suddenly stopped.

He smacked his lips and said in a low voice, "Are you trying to call back a soul?"

"Why did you just call him Third Young Master?" the person in my arms asked with difficulty.

From this angle, you can see those tearful eyes, which seem to possess some kind of magic, making people feel sorry for them and agree to everything they ask for.

They only made eye contact for a second, and their equipment almost exploded.

Li Yuechang's mind was in a constant state of flux. Relying on his decade-long routine of three-kilometer sprints, five-kilometer jogs, one hundred push-ups, fifty fancy pull-ups, plus countless dumbbell lifts and stretches, he blurted out a few words: "You've taken a liking to him?"

Has the hell you lost your mind?

Li Yuechang immediately closed his lips tightly, not wanting to say another word.

……

We can't get any information.

The same thing happened with Li Huiwen before. Whenever he tried to get information out of him, Li Huiwen would either change the subject, remain silent, make empty promises, or even just get up and leave.

And the current Le Viet Chin Tong.

Almost unlike the composed style of the Li family, he was a complete liar, foul-mouthed man. Even the slightest movement of his eyelids was considered his fault, and he was constantly being called a slut.

Even a good temper shouldn't be indulged like this.

However... he has encountered all kinds of patients. For those whose development and growth environment are not perfect, it actually requires more patience to correct them, rather than a big gamble to solve the problem.

I gave myself that kind of mental suggestion for a long time.

Gu Xinglan took a deep breath and sighed, "If you don't want to tell me, then forget it. I was just curious for a moment, but I didn't expect you to react so strongly."

This made Li Yuechang feel uncomfortable.

He had a vague feeling that this person was provoking him.

"You don't need to know so much. Don't wander into circles that aren't related to you. Don't end up blaming me for not warning you." Li Yuechang retorted, venting his frustration.

In the time it took for the two to talk back and forth, Gu Xinglan was already able to spread her arms wide.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the sofa where the person who had just coughed had been sitting.

Just now, he only saw that the person's feet were wearing dark blue cloth shoes; he knew nothing else about the person's appearance or build.

However, through that person's conversation with Li Taihe, who was not afraid of powerful figures, it can at least be judged that that person has empathy.

This idea was based on the fact that Lai Tai-ho had a close relationship with this person.

People only show their true selves to those they are close to.

During his internship in his previous life, when he encountered a taciturn patient, he would first communicate with the family members and indirectly judge the patient's condition based on their reactions...

“If you recover, get your stinky hands off me.”

Li Yuechang's voice was loud and rough.

He speaks as if he's arguing with someone; he's extremely harsh.

Gu Xinglan snapped back to reality, paused for a moment, then smiled gently and said, "Thank you, please put me on the sofa."

The person in his arms seemed to have figured something out; their voice was soft and gentle, like a feather or a small brush...

"Ahem, listen carefully. That person is one of the closest peers of President Li back in his hometown. Don't let his poor health fool you. If he gets his hands on a gun, let alone a sniper rifle, he can blow your head off from ten meters away with just a pistol."

"You have excellent eyesight?"

"Hmm...she's simply a fairy."

Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan lowered her eyes and pondered to herself.

The closest person hasn't been seen for two years. Li Taihe is clearly so concerned about the old house. He was on the phone with the housekeeper in his room before, and now there are genuine people from the old house. Including the conversation between the two just now, it seems that Li Taihe's father is still alive.

Given all these things, and judging from Li Taihe's attitude, it's neither disgust nor joy, so what could it be?

Li Taihe was filled with mixed emotions.

He needs more similar experiences to deduce the other person's true thoughts.

But now, his relationship with Li Taihe is less like that of two people in the same boat and more like that of a puppeteer and a puppeteer on a stage.

He was a puppet. Once Li Taihe died, his own death would be imminent. But his death would be of no consequence to Li Taihe, who could even find another puppet.