Became a vicious male mother

58

"See, this is how a normal person would react."

Li Yuechang leaned against the wall in the room with one-way glass and spoke softly to the person next to him.

The sleeve was pulled.

The person next to him stretched out his finger and wrote on Li Yuechang's arm.

"Have you met him?"

The person next to him nodded, the scar at the corner of his eyebrow contorting as he frowned.

"Breakthrough?" Li Yuechang narrowed his eyes: "This person isn't important. If you find him in this area next time, just deal with him as usual."

Did Gu Xinglan sneak through here?

They managed to slip away right under Xiao Wang's nose?

This only means that someone helped him.

Aside from the Li family, no one else is familiar with this place...

"Is it really alright to bring this person in?" Unlike Li Yuechang, who was watching the show, Li Huiwen had a slightly tense expression and felt a vague unease in her heart. She muttered to herself.

“What’s there to be afraid of? This person is so weak, the fact that he can come means he won’t live much longer.” Li Yuechang interrupted his colleague’s thoughts: “You’re overthinking it.”

He added, "Young Master's decision must have its own reasons. Whether he's teasing a cat or a mouse is none of our business."

Upon hearing a certain word, Li Huiwen clenched his fist and punched the person: "It's President Li."

"No way, that makes me sound old. I want to call him 'Boss'!"

Too lazy to play with childish people, Li Huiwen looked away and poured tea into the teacup on the table.

"Open the door."

The tin shed and the room are separated only by a one-way glass wall.

Li Taihe's voice came out from inside unimpeded.

His tone was different from usual; it was slightly lower, mixed with an almost imperceptible excitement.

There is a railing in the middle of the tin shack, and the door opens automatically when a button is pressed.

The moment the door opened.

"Li Taihe!"

Gu Xinglan gritted her teeth, almost uttering a sound from her throat.

His hand was gripped tightly by the person behind him, the dagger gleaming in the dim light.

His back was to the other person's almost burning hot chest.

That's absolutely insane.

“You should hand them over to the police station instead of trying to resolve this privately.” Gu Xinglan struggled free from the other person’s grasp, her face pale.

"..."

With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground.

“In that case, forget it,” Li Taihe said, lowering his gaze.

"If you don't like it, I won't force you. Let's do something else."

As he spoke, the man took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and carefully wiped his hands.

The person in front of me seems to have gone mad since arriving here.

Gu Xinglan was still shaken. Seeing the man turn and leave, he obediently followed him into the outer room.

A long, silver-gray table, steaming teacups, cold iron chairs, and an ominous glow.

"Sit down, relax." Li Taihe sat down in the only awkwardly placed genuine leather chair and slowly took a sip of water from his glass.

It's like interrogating a criminal.

Gu Xinglan felt a pang of discomfort and said, "If you have any questions, just say them."

Ask him sooner, end the matter sooner, and let him go sooner.

"Tell me everything that happened after we parted ways at the hospital, including the people I met and the events that occurred. I want to tell you everything in great detail."

After saying that, Li Taihe placed the teacup on the table, his eyes unusually cold and calm, and gestured to him with his hand: "Have some tea first. It's valerian tea that was just delivered. I don't know if you'll like it."

"Thank you." Gu Xinglan tightened her lips and subtly raised her eyelids to look at Li Taihe's expression.

Can't see clearly...

The surrounding lights were dim, except for the glaringly bright incandescent bulb next to the table.

Such an environment can create a sense of oppression.

But then the other party offered him tea.

Gu Xinglan picked up the teacup, took small sips to clear her throat, lowered her eyes, and pondered for a long time.

"After you left, I already knew that little Xu had slipped out of the ward. We chatted together on the sofa in the lobby for about ten minutes, and I even called President Meng to make sure little Xu could be discharged smoothly. Later, we got into a taxi and encountered a strange driver. He was wearing sunglasses, had medium-length hair, and was wearing a black windbreaker. The car smelled strongly of women's cigarettes; he must have smoked more than one. We passed out. When I woke up again, I was being carried by several people. Their hands were calloused, and they seemed to have a blue tattoo on their wrists, though the design was unclear. One of them was particularly strange; he was the only one with his face covered by a black cloth. He seemed very interested in our... marriage. His voice didn't sound like a normal person's; it was possible his voice had been specially treated... or he was wearing a voice changer. After that..."

Gu Xinglan's face tightened with discomfort, her brows furrowing: "Someone came in to report the situation. Judging from what they said, they searched my rented apartment and my company. They found a brown document with my signature on it, containing our marriage certificate and a photo of the two of us. I couldn't see the details clearly. Then, they started searching me, and I don't remember much after that..."

After speaking, Gu Xinglan picked up the teapot and filled the teacup in front of her.

Steam rose from the rim of the cup, but the person drinking the tea was not afraid of the heat and drank it all in one gulp.

"That's what happened last night. What else do you want to know?" He looked at Li Taihe with a serious expression, his eyes bloodshot.

"Masked man?"

"Yes, he put out the smoke bomb." Gu Xinglan turned her head slightly and looked through the one-way glass at the person handcuffed to the wall inside: "There are no masked people inside."

"What criteria are used to make this judgment?"

“Body shape, and… hair.”

Everyone inside the tin shack had short hair, but the masked man in black had wispy bangs on his forehead, definitely not the typical buzz cut.

Asked this.

Li Taihe leaned forward, clasped his hands together on the table, and kept his lips tightly closed, no longer exuding any languid air.

Instead, there was a subtle sense of ruthlessness.

After recounting what happened, Gu Xinglan, who was being questioned, became quiet and still. Her body, which had been tense and stiff, gradually relaxed as time passed.

My thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

The scene, resembling an interrogation of a criminal, feels very familiar.

The persona-assistance device inside her body was about to reach its breaking point, and she was so nervous when she spoke that her hands were almost chafed raw.

But the body seemed to have muscle memory for this part, and in response to the other person's questions, it answered them fluently.

Perhaps it was a scene from a past life where Li Hetai had interrogated him in the same way, interrogating him so many times, in all sorts of strange situations, with so many questions that there was no limit to how low they could go, that even in this extreme state, he was able to clearly recall what happened last night.

“Well done…greatly.”

The man's voice brought Gu Xinglan's wandering thoughts to a halt.

With a "click," the light on the table was turned off.

Li Taihe stood up, his steps steady, walked to the iron chair, extended his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your cooperation today. Let me take you out."

He was such a gentleman.

If it weren't for the fact that he slapped Li Hetai yesterday, causing so much trouble and leaving him in a near-collapsed mental state, this person would probably have dragged him to this godforsaken place for questioning long ago.

She looked into the man's palm.

Gu Xinglan's face was ashen, almost paper-white, and her lips moved slightly: "I can't stand up."

My legs have no strength.

The spine that was leaning against the iron chair felt as if it had been removed.

"Let me sit here for a while."