Became a vicious male mother

55

The gel on my skin felt increasingly cool.

Leaving someone with excessive caution, slowness, twisting, wiping, repeating, and picking.

The sensation lingered, lingering in my mind.

Like dancing petals, or like ethereal clouds, it lingers, never dissipates, and never fades away.

……

Typhoons are common in the season when summer is almost over and autumn is approaching.

Wushui is hundreds of kilometers away from the nearest sea, and when a typhoon makes landfall, the Wushui River inevitably surges and churns.

A fierce wind was blowing outside the window, and rainwater splashed across the entire glass like ink, especially in the room which was in the shaded area of ​​Changgu.

It was dark and cold.

But the person sleeping soundly on the carpet didn't notice; their brow was relaxed, and they quietly curled up by the bed.

System: [Host, it's five o'clock...]

The electronic sound lingered for a long time, like the beating of a wooden fish, until a muffled clap of thunder sounded outside the window, causing the window to shake slightly.

The person in the dream snapped out of it and opened their eyes instantly.

in the dark.

The small figure stood in front of the wardrobe, slowly fastening the gleaming gold buttons on the suit.

Gu Xinglan dared not breathe.

Be nice.

This child got up at five o'clock.

His drowsy sleepiness vanished, and he realized that it was raining and windy outside, but he didn't feel cold at all.

A blanket covered him, and the blanket had a unique smell.

He couldn't describe it, but it seemed like a custom-made jasmine scented candle with some cashew nut peel flavor added on its own.

It has a timeless and retro feel.

Li Hetai gave him his own blanket to cover himself with...

The door clicked softly.

The child walked away, his leather shoes clicking on the floor.

He was left alone in the room.

"Why are you still going to school in this heavy rain..."

Gu Xinglan's thoughts drifted away.

Fragmented memories lingered in his mind, sometimes clear, sometimes faint, as if in a past life, Li Hetai would take him out in weather like this.

The man stood outside, and he watched as the other man went crazy and got soaked in the rain...

Why was I getting soaked? Why was I getting soaked in the rain for him to see? I can't remember these things.

The feeling of helplessness from not being able to remember has been going on for more than just a day or two.

Gu Xinglan put it out of her mind.

It wasn't an important memory anyway.

System: [Host, would you like to know how long you will survive?]

"miss you!"

With a "whoosh," Gu Xinglan pushed off the covers and sat up on the carpet, her hair disheveled, her back aching, and her feet numb.

System: [You spent over two hours reading the program script before bed, and slept for about three hours, but your lifespan only decreased by two hours!]

System: [How is it!! The Lord God's grace towards you!]

"Um... thank you, Li Hetai."

System: [No! We should thank the Supreme God.]

Too lazy to argue with the system obsessed with the main god, Gu Xinglan said slowly, "Without the main god's order to eliminate me, I don't need to worry every day and work myself to the bone to achieve results."

The thoughts in my head finally calmed down.

Sleepiness gradually returned, and my eyelids slowly closed.

I don't know how long I slept.

Two knocks.

The sound of knocking was mixed with the sound of rain, and it was hard to hear unless you listened carefully.

"Madam, are you in the young master's room? It's time for breakfast."

At seven o'clock sharp, the people at Changgu Villa had their meal.

Gu Xinglan lingered for a long time after sending the housekeeper away, and only came down after changing into a wig and loose clothes.

The seating arrangement at the table is quite interesting.

Li Taihe sat in the main seat, and Xu Mufeng sat next to him.

Xu Mufeng was sitting opposite Li Hetai, while Yu Jin, seemingly angry with Li Hetai, was separated by two chairs.

"Good morning," Li Taihe said first.

"Let me introduce you, this is He Tai's teacher."

Gu Xinglan stepped out of the passage and only then did she fully realize that there was another person present.

After seeing the face of the person in the seat, he immediately lowered his head.

...He was someone I had met at Shenhua Hall, and this person had even helped him up.

My back immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Good morning, He Tai's mom. I'm sorry to bother you. I didn't expect it to rain so hard halfway here. I was planning to pick up He Tai and chat with him." The teacher had a scholarly air about her, wearing glasses and with her hair neatly combed. "But the school issued a notice of suspension of classes, so I'm sorry to bother you."

The words fell heavily to the ground.

"Guests are welcome," the teacher said, but no one responded.

Li Taihe sat at the table, his hands clasped together, listening intently, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Yu Jin's attention was entirely on Li Hetai, and she became hesitant and awkward, her earlier sullen expression turning into one of wanting to say something but holding back.

As for Xu Mufeng, he sat quietly in his seat without saying a word.

Will he be recognized? Will he need to respond?

As if answering his question, Li Taihe on the table looked at Gu Xinglan.

Those eyes seemed to be telling him, "I really want to hear you speak."

Despite the chaos, Gu Xinglan managed to force a response, asking, "T-Teacher, have you eaten yet?"

Upon hearing this, the person wearing glasses at the table repeatedly said, "Thank you for your concern, Aunt Tai. I've already eaten. You can call me Xiao Lin."

After saying that, the man surnamed Lin stood up from his seat: "I won't disturb your meal any longer. Madam Tai, could we talk in another place?"

After saying this, Li Taihe made a request, while Li Hetai began to pick up the milk beside him.

The Li family has very neat and orderly habits; they don't like being disturbed while eating.

"Please come with me, Madam and Teacher Lin."

The butler bowed slightly, his face beaming with smiles.

……

People from wealthy families seem to be born arrogant, and they don't even get a second glance when they listen to others speak.

Lin Shuo moved his fingers.

Looking at the person sitting sideways on the sofa, he asked, "May I ask how I should address you?"

"Just call me Madam Li." The saying "a woman follows her husband wherever he goes" came to mind, and Gu Xinglan inexplicably thought of this, picking up her slightly knotted wig and smoothing it down.

In normal social etiquette, chatting should be face-to-face and involve appropriate eye contact.

But he had something to hide.

"The situation with little Li Hetai is quite serious."

The words from the person next to her instantly interrupted Gu Xinglan's random thoughts.

He opened his eyes wide and then heard: "A week ago, Li Hetai hit six classmates. One of them, Yu Yangcheng, was the most seriously injured. I discussed with him the idea of ​​having their parents communicate with each other, but since Yu's parents are abroad and Li Hetai's father is often unreachable, I took advantage of Mr. Li's free time to visit him."

Holding his phone, Lin Shuo had initially thought Mr. Li would be easy to get along with, but after speaking with Mr. Li, he only received the reply: "I will take full responsibility for the medical expenses, and Li Hetai will come to apologize in person."

This approach is very formulaic; he has lost count of how many times Mr. Li has told Li Hetai this every time he makes a mistake.

Every time it ends, there will be another mistake.

The Li family's methods of educating their children are highly problematic.

“Mrs. Li, as He Tai’s mother, you naturally have the responsibility to educate He Tai.”

Lin Shuo pursed his lips, tentatively probing the attitude of Li's second wife.

Less than a week after the funeral of the first wife, the Li family held a grand wedding, which was well known in their social circle.

The person on the sofa looked unusually indifferent.

As expected… Lin Shuo chuckled self-deprecatingly to himself.

Here.

Gu Xinglan's hands trembled as she turned her head away.

It took me a long time to suppress the urge to discuss with that person the composition of psychological phenomena, Maslow's hierarchy of needs, Piaget's laws of moral development in children, and to talk about "Classic Theories of Educational Psychology and Their Applications" and "General Psychology," among other things.

"You, you're right. How is little Yu Yangcheng?"

"He had bruises of varying degrees, especially on his back! According to the doctor's diagnosis, it is highly likely that Li Hetai hit him with a basketball."

Gu Xinglan: ?!

What kind of deep-seated hatred and resentment could this be?

When applied to Li Hetai, it seems strangely reasonable.

"Now that you are his mother, it is your duty to educate him, even if... he is not your biological son. Do you think I am right? Mrs. Li?"