Became a vicious male mother

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When the waiter brought the black tea latte, Gu Xinglan had already lost all interest in enjoying the air conditioning.

"How about it, have you thought about it?"

Pei Xiao didn't have much patience either, as the work information on her phone kept piling up.

"I want to buy those videos outright with money." Those videos that violate public order and good morals.

"Money? Where did you get the money?"

Pei Xiao raised an eyebrow, her mind racing for a moment. After figuring it out, she suddenly sneered, "So you think you're all grown up now... What, is Lu Yinian going to keep you as a mistress for the rest of your life?"

Gu Xinglan did not reply.

"That suit alone cost over two million. How do you expect Lu Yinian to pay it back? Do you expect him to bark like a dog at me like you do?"

Acrimonious words can bring the air to freezing point.

Pei Xiao stood up, adjusted her mask and hat, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll give you three days to think it over." Then she left without looking back.

Gu Xinglan watched helplessly as the departing figure walked away.

What can we do if he just refuses to sign?

Cooperation requires mutual agreement. What benefit does Pei Xiao gain from pressuring him like this? He was unabashedly arrogant during their first meeting, and his face was full of disdain when he handed over the contract, as if he was certain that Pei Xiao would comply with his wishes.

Now, instead of fulfilling this person's wishes, he is being forced to cooperate, which is incredibly domineering.

With her mind racing, Gu Xinglan scratched her hair a few times and sighed deeply.

He was more interested in the video in Pei Xiao's possession.

The person showed him the video without any reaction, as if it were just some ordinary meal.

The shock was too great, and Gu Xinglan didn't drink a drop of coffee on the table before leaving.

The sun was blazing.

The message sent to Song Zhengsi went unanswered.

He made a phone call.

[Brother Gu, it's working hours now...]

The voice on the other end of the phone was muffled and indistinct; the words were barely audible. "[President Li hasn't returned. It's said he won't be coming back to the villa for the next three months.]"

Hearing this, Gu Xinglan's heart sank. She then asked, "Where is Hong Liang?"

The biggest variable in returning to the villa is this person.

[Nothing serious, really. The guy surnamed Hong was missing for over a day; the maid only found him when she went up to clean. He was so hot and dehydrated! He's still in the hospital.]

Gu Xinglan stopped and looked up at the large screen on the high-rise building.

It was just past two o'clock.

[Brother Xinglan, tell me honestly, did you go up there and tie up Hongliang, locking him up there?] Before he could explain, the other person immediately said, [Well done! There's so much grass in this backyard, I spent two days mowing it all by myself.]

"I'm going to see him in the hospital. Do you know which hospital he's in?"

He thought that the relationship between this person and Yu Yue would be resolved within half a day at most, but he didn't expect it to take so long.

If no servants went up, he would probably have been locked up for even longer, and it was very likely that he would have died from the heat.

Gu Xinglan belatedly realized what was happening and was immediately filled with fear.

He shouldn't have been so hasty.

Seeing that Li Hetai had been tortured to the point of being inhuman, he suddenly did something so contrary to his conscience.

If Hong Liang suffers severe dehydration and goes into shock, he'll be locked up in jail and regret it for the rest of his life.

[You're still going to see him?!] The phone rang loudly.

[You have no idea! Hong Liang cried to his wife as soon as he woke up in the hospital, saying that she had hired guards to watch over several doors of the villa. Even if you climbed over the wall, you couldn't get in now.]

When will Li Hetai go abroad for a competition?

[The plane tickets are all booked by the end of this month, I'm so envious! Hongliang is going too, this is definitely a publicly funded trip...]

The phone kept ringing, so Gu Xinglan turned a corner and went to a fruit shop to buy several bags of seasonal fruit.

The hospital address that Song Zhengsi gave was very far away.

This is a private hospital controlled by the Li family. The patient was admitted to this hospital during the gas explosion.

Following the address given by Song Zhengsi, their eyes quickly spotted Hong Liang's ward number.

What a coincidence! He used to live here too.

The surroundings were quiet, a gentle breeze blew down from the ceiling, and a faint floral fragrance filled the air.

Gu Xinglan stood at the door.

Should we go in or not?

System: [Host, don't be indecisive, be decisive and ruthless, understand?]

He knocked on the door twice.

There was no sound inside. I tentatively turned the doorknob and easily opened the door a crack.

The wider the crack in the door, the clearer the view inside. The person on the hospital bed lay peacefully, eyes tightly closed, lips bloodless and very pale.

People who were alive and well before have now become like this.

Gu Xinglan tiptoed inside and opened the window.

The sunlight outside, now unobstructed, eagerly climbed in, and the fresh scent of grass quickly filled the room. Small birds darted about on the branches.

After finishing these tasks, Gu Xinglan sat down on the chair and peeled fruit for the patient in bed.

The breeze that came in gently ruffled his hair, his bangs falling in disarray and slightly obscuring his eyes and brows, but his hands moved without hesitation, and soon a plate of fresh fruit appeared on the bedside table.

Hong Liang, who was awakened by the noise, saw this scene as soon as he opened his eyes.

Damn it.

Hong Liang closed his eyes again, turned over, and continued to sleep.

The aroma of fruit wafted over, and the crisp sound of biting into fruit could be heard from time to time.

Less than two minutes after falling asleep, when Hong Liang opened his eyes again, there were several red blood vessels in the whites of his eyes.

"Gu, Xing, Lan!"

"You fucking dare to show your face in front of me?!"

How dare this guy show his face here?

He was locked in the attic for a full twenty-nine hours! Twenty-nine!

I've come to visit you.

The voice sounded very sincere.

But to Hong Liang, it was all just pretense.

He reached out to press the call button, intending to have the nurse kick the man out, but his outstretched hand was blocked by a clean piece of apple.

"Have you had lunch yet? Now is the perfect time to have some fruit."

The apple was peeled very cleanly, and the hand holding it was even cleaner, with rounded nails and fingertips tinged with blood. At this moment, holding the apple, the fingertips appeared pale.

He slapped the hand away.

The apple fell to the ground with two thuds, splashing juice everywhere. After rolling a few times, it slid into the gap under the cabinet.

Without hesitation, Hong Liang pressed the call button, and a nurse quickly arrived.

When the door opened, Gu Xinglan was crouching down under the table, trying to retrieve an apple.

"Mr. Gu?" the nurse asked, somewhat puzzled.

“It’s me.” Gu Xinglan sat up and explained, “I came to visit the patient.”

Hearing this, Hong Liang angrily said, "Quickly! Throw this person out of my room! This guy surnamed Gu is never allowed to set foot in my ward again!"

"This……"

The nurse glanced cautiously at Hong Liang, then at Gu Xinglan.

"This is Mr. Gu's private room."

"??"

Hong Liang's face turned red, as if his mouth had been stuffed with a stone, and the words stuck in his throat.

Private ward? What does "private ward" mean?

"This ward has a five-year lease term, and during these five years, it will be exclusively for Mr. Gu."

The nurse added weakly at the end, "It was arranged by President Li."