Became a vicious male mother

110

After thinking everything through, I suddenly felt a sense of clarity.

Gu Xinglan looked at the person behind her with bright eyes: "Li Jiang, are you going to stay at my house for a while?"

He was just asking politely.

If the reporter has other things to investigate, they won't agree; but if they can't find anything or have no leads, then the reporter will:

"May I?"

His tone was tinged with a mixture of doubt and anticipation. After speaking, Li Jiang awkwardly reached out and touched his tattered clothes.

Even covered in dust couldn't hide her pitiful look: "I can do housework for you..."

Gu Xinglan smiled warmly at the other person, saying, "Of course, you're always welcome at my home."

Even this renowned reporter probably doubted his identity.

After all, apart from their gender and class, he and the wife of the Li family patriarch were almost identical in appearance, voice and face.

It was already noon when I got back to Xingfu Community.

Li Hetai eats lunch at school, so he doesn't need to bother going to the Changgu villa again.

As soon as the door opened, a sense of everyday life rushed out.

Even in the entryway, there's a slightly faded photograph.

"Wow..." Li Jiang entered the room and seemed unable to help but exclaim, looking very reserved and unsure of where to put his feet.

Gu Xinglan, on the other hand, was extremely skilled. She took out a teacup from under the coffee table and quickly made tea for the person.

In reality, he wasn't sure about the new house either.

The tea and teacups in the cabinet were the same ones he had seen while tending to the potted plants.

"Have some tea first, I'll cook you some food."

Gu Xinglan finished pouring the tea and was about to get up to go to the kitchen when she heard the other person's slightly teasing yet restrained words: "You seem to trust me a lot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Xinglan's pupils dilated instantly and inevitably.

...Yes, when he was analyzing things in his mind just now, he almost always viewed the other party as a reporter.

Otherwise, it could be from the perspective of "Jiang Chuzheng".

But the person standing or sitting in front of him in his house was a stranger, a homeless man named Li Jiang.

The air fell into silence.

Gu Xinglan stood up and remained motionless.

"Li Jiang, you said you were tricked into coming here from Ningxiang, right?"

The first step is to change the subject.

Perhaps it was his sudden change in demeanor that startled the person on the sofa, causing them to sit up straight.

"Is there a problem with...?"

The second step is to talk nonsense and mix truth with falsehood.

"Actually, I asked you to come here not only to ask you to help me find my child, but also because I hope you can stay in the future."

"W-what!"

Li Jiang's eyes widened, and he repeatedly crossed his arms over his chest, saying, "I have no such intention! I don't do that!"

He hasn't even reached the third step yet... I must say, this big reporter knows when to play dumb and doesn't hesitate at all.

Gu Xinglan ignored him, seemingly very troubled, and said to herself, "This child is someone I adopted not long ago, and he's not close to me. Now that his birth mother's health is failing, he's actually going to work illegally to earn money. You tell me, it's not like I don't give money for his mother's treatment, right?"

After he finished speaking, Li Jiang paused for a moment, then asked softly:

"What kind of child do you want me to find to look like?"

At this point, Gu Xinglan glanced around almost imperceptibly.

Where can I find photos of Xu Mufeng?

Helpless, he could only sigh, "That kid wouldn't give me a chance to take pictures, so I naturally followed his wishes, and therefore... there are no photos."

"If that's the case, then it's like looking for a needle in a haystack for me."

Finding someone whose appearance is unknown in a place as large as a slaughterhouse is naturally an extremely difficult task.

“It’s okay, just remember his name, it’s Xu Mufeng…” Gu Xinglan tore off a piece of paper from the calendar, wrote it down with a ballpoint pen on the table, and then tapped her chin with the pen cap: “As for the portrait, I’ll give it to you tomorrow morning.”

"Okay." Li Jiang had just awkwardly replied when his stomach started growling, echoing throughout the hall.

Gu Xinglan chuckled upon hearing this: "I'll make you something."

The refrigerator in the rented room was almost completely filled with food, leaving no gaps.

Gu Xinglan took out two water spinach leaves and a piece of meat.

The moment my hand touches the food, my brain reacts incredibly fast, and my whole body heats up.

"Let's have some porridge today."

Gu Xinglan turned his head with great interest, only to see the person on the sofa staring intently at the old television hanging on the wall, completely oblivious to him.

With a loud "bang".

The kitchen door was closed tightly.

He quietly took out his phone and sent a message to the landlord.

"If you want that area to be demolished, you'd better take Ms. Ding to the hospital. I'll cover the expenses. I need to hear back from you on two points. Don't worry, you won't get sick just because you talked to Ms. Ding. After it's done, you'll get your share of the compensation."

The approach to dealing with this landlord was naturally a combination of persuasion and pressure.

The message was sent and immediately showed as read within a second, but the other party did not reply.

"You took Ms. Ding to Wushui People's Hospital for an injection, and I'll reimburse the cost. If Ms. Ding hadn't secured the opportunity to film the program, you wouldn't have known about the demolition, right?"

[Brother Gu! I have something to do this afternoon!! Why don't you ask someone else? I'll pay you for your trouble, you're welcome?]

This guy is shrewd!

Gu Xinglan gripped her phone tightly.

The landlord was shrewd and valued his life, but Xu Dong, that gambler, couldn't be trusted.

But he had to get busy with the shop in the afternoon, and with time running out, he couldn't spare any extra attention.

Gu Xinglan's mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts, causing her to furrow her brows.

"Shall I go?"

A voice, both strange and familiar, rang out from behind, shattering Gu Xinglan's concentration.

It really gave him a big fright.

He quickly turned his head to look, only to find a person standing behind him wearing a clean white long-sleeved shirt, blue casual pants, and sneakers.

"Lin...Lin Cheng'an?"

"Hmm... If I hadn't seen you, I would have thought a thief had broken into your house."

The thief had a specific motive.

Lin Cheng'an's gaze was inexplicably oppressive, a dark and suffocating presence.

Perhaps it was because this person had completely covered the light bulb above their head, creating an unparalleled sense of darkness and intimidation that made people uncomfortable.

Gu Xinglan turned her head away, avoiding the other person's gaze.

"Where have you been these past few days?"

Lin Chengan took a bottle of milk out of his backpack and placed it on the counter. His face was hidden by his glasses and bangs: "I really don't recognize you anymore. You're like a different person. You don't wear the designer brands you used to love, and now you have an adopted child out of nowhere. You... don't you hate children? I really don't understand you."

The man came in and said a lot of things.

They still questioned his words.

He could even hear resentment coming from it.

It seems that when Li Taihe sent people to renovate this house, he didn't try to avoid the neighbors and disturbed this student who was repeating his studies.

Otherwise, even if you rack your brains, you wouldn't know why this neighbor would question him in such a tone.

"How did you get in?" Gu Xinglan asked, her face showing a questioning look.

This person's footsteps were silent.

There was almost no sound of the kitchen door opening.

This is enough to prove that this person's skills are not simple.

This is his experience from spending time with Rye Thai-ho.

Lin Cheng'an... was also one of the people in the original interpersonal network.

Regardless of the other party's purpose in asking these questions, he needs a reasonable explanation for his personality change right now; otherwise, he might be suspected.

...The other person remained silent, seemingly determined to get him to answer the question he had just asked.

"I've recently hooked up with a rich guy, okay?"

"And that child, I needed him for my TV show, but I abandoned him after adopting him..."