Became a vicious male mother

Chapter 10 Orange Dream

Half past four.

The children's bus had already left, and only the photography team's truck and a few private cars were outside.

Gu Xinglan saw the message sent by the Li family's driver and was about to reply when someone yanked up the hem of her clothes with great force.

"Big brother, why didn't you choose me just now?"

Geng Yi's eyes were cold, the vibrant energy from just moments before gone, replaced by a look of frustration.

Gu Xinglan held her phone, her smile freezing on her face.

"Little friend, I'm sorry." He squatted down, took out a few candies from his pocket, and looked very apologetic: "It's my fault for apologizing to you, big brother."

Perhaps it was Gu Xinglan's slightly furrowed brows, her apologetic eyes, and the faint, delicate fragrance.

With a pout of anger, Geng Yi looked at Gu Xinglan for a while, then slowly calmed his lips and asked, "What's your name?"

Gu Xinglan pondered for a moment, then looked at Geng Yi seriously and said, "Gu Xinglan, Xing as in stars, Lan as in lanshan."

"What is 'lanshan'?" Geng Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked away, stretched out his hand, and gestured for him to write on his palm.

Physical contact can build connections and trust.

Gu Xinglan stretched out her hand and slowly wrote words on Geng Yi's palm.

With slightly curved fingertips, she lightly swept her palm, stirring the heartstrings.

Geng Yi clasped his hands together, wrapping Gu Xinglan's index finger around his: "Big brother, do you want to come home with me?"

I returned to that cold home.

Gu Xinglan tried to curl his fingers, but found that the child was extremely strong, making it impossible for him to move his fingers.

He gripped the other person's hand tightly with his other hand, then slowly released it, and gently stroked the other person's hair: "Thank you for the invitation, but I have other things to do right now. Maybe another time, when I have the chance, I'll visit your home again, okay?"

Body language can convey emotions and support, making those who receive it feel empowered and letting them know they are not alone and that they have companionship.

Geng Yi, who should have rejected this contact, felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

Did his parents ever treat him like that? He's barely even seen them a few times.

If you get bullied, you can only suffer in silence.

Geng Yi couldn't help but shed tears, barely noticeable unless you looked closely: "You refused my lunchbox before, you didn't choose me to speak just now, and now you won't come home with me. Big brother, can I still believe your words?"

Gu Xinglan pondered for a moment, then said sincerely with a straight face, "I ate the bento you gave me. As for speaking, I believe you will have a better and bigger stage in the future. Gold will always shine, and you are gold in my heart."

After saying that, he gave a thumbs-up with his other hand.

This time, when I tried to pull my fingers away, they came off easily.

Gu Xinglan gave Geng Yi a gentle hug.

This seems to have become the switch that triggers tears.

Geng Yi rested his forehead on Gu Xinglan's shoulder.

The fabric of the suit jacket on his shoulders was quickly soaked with tears, gradually leaving a dark stain.

He worked so hard to become an outstanding person, just hoping that two people in a certain building would pay more attention to him... Sobs could be heard from time to time.

After crying his fill, Geng Yi finally lifted his face, sniffling incessantly. He turned and ran back to an Aston Martin, got out, and came out carrying a small piece of Black Forest cake.

"This chocolate cake is for you. I love chocolate the most." After his initial excitement subsided, Geng Yi looked awkward. "Let's add each other on WeChat."

After saying that, he took out his watch, pressed a few buttons, and a QR code appeared.

When Gu Xinglan saw the child get into and out of the luxury car, she almost lost her composure.

What seems like an unremarkable elementary school field trip could be so full of hidden talents? Is Aston just another ordinary tourist destination these days?

Thinking about the last-minute replacement of the host, Gu Xinglan's eyes became strained.

We accepted the cake and exchanged WeChat contacts.

Looking at the kid in the WeChat profile picture, dressed in gold and silver and making rock and roll gestures... so fashionable, so incredibly fashionable.

After the luxury car left, another luxury car followed.

Gu Xinglan hadn't recovered yet when she came to her senses and looked closely, and saw another familiar-looking child.

But that car was all too familiar.

The black McLaren was very flashy; he seemed to have seen it in the Li family's parking lot.

In the distance, Yu Jin ran to the car and gently knocked on the door. The person who rolled down the window was none other than Li Taihe.

The sports car has a low chassis, so children can easily get in and out on their own.

Upon seeing the person in the driver's seat, Gu Xinglan immediately hid behind a large tree.

But his eyes met those of Li Hetai, who was standing quietly in the corner.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Li Hetai didn't know how long he had stood there watching or listening.

Gu Xinglan suppressed her smile and glanced at the McLaren behind her.

After picking up Yu Jin, the luxury car drove away without waiting for Li Hetai at all.

"Is Li Taihe really your father?"

He made another sarcastic remark on the same issue.

Li Hetai rarely responded; he took out an empty lunchbox and said in a hoarse voice, not at all like a child, "I ate."

Finally, she took the clothes out of her schoolbag: "Your clothes."

Li Hetai's expression was extremely cold, and his stiff, mechanical movements seemed to have been repeated many times before, as he presented the lunchbox and clothes rigidly in front of him.

Gu Xinglan felt a pang in her heart, and her hand couldn't help but want to smooth the child's slightly furrowed brows.

System: [Host, hold back! You're a wicked stepmother.]

Gu Xinglan: ...

"You're smart to know what's good for you," Gu Xinglan said fiercely, grabbing the clothes with one hand and shoving the cake into Li Hetai's hands.

Without asking for his opinion, Li Hetai put down his schoolbag, unwrapped the cake, and began to eat with gusto, his eyes fixed on Gu Xinglan.

That look in his eyes... it's like he's back in his previous life, filled with unparalleled resentment and hatred.

"Hey, you little rascal, I didn't even let you eat any."

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

Actually, putting aside his identity, this person is just a child now.

System: [You're wrong to think that way. So far, of the more than one hundred mission takers before you, fifty-six tried to influence him with love. Guess what he did after taking over the Li family's position?]

"How to do it?"

System: [They're all dead or injured, their fates are no different from Li Taihe's, understand?]

More than a hundred mission participants failed, so how could he possibly succeed?

Gu Xinglan's moved expression faded.

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After finishing the cake, Li Hetai didn't even wipe his mouth.

The area around her lips was covered in chocolate sauce and cookie crumbs.

That person was just being incredibly gentle with another child, but now they're being completely heartless towards him.

Li Hetai watched Gu Xinglan's departing figure with wide eyes, and finally wiped his lips with a tissue.

The driver's car didn't arrive until 5 o'clock.

When Li Hetai got into the car, the driver in front was still on the phone with the villa's chef.

"Master won't be back tonight, so there's no need to prepare dinner for him."

[Are you working overtime at the company? Want me to make you a late-night snack?]

"No need, Master is going to the banquet tonight to celebrate Young Master Yu's appearance on television."

[Okay, I'll have the kitchen distribute the ingredients to everyone.]

"Remember to avoid the new lady; those seafood won't last long, it would be such a waste to waste them."

The driver and the kitchen staff were loudly conspiring, making no attempt to avoid Leong Hoi Tai in the back seat.

Li Hetai was used to it and sat on the back seat with his schoolbag in his arms.

Her nose lightly touched her schoolbag, almost burying her head in it.

By the time the car arrived at Changgu Villa, the sun was already setting, and the afterglow lingered over the entire villa from the horizon, casting a golden filter on it.

The feeling of loneliness seemed to burst forth from every pore.

Li Hetai went into the villa, put down his schoolbag, and started changing his clothes.

As usual, I went into the small gym in the corner.

The floor-to-ceiling windows inside were covered with a layer of dust, a corner that even the servants had never come to clean.

The villa is so big that such a corner is quickly overlooked.

My gaze habitually drifted to the photos on the wall.

The woman in the photo, who was smiling faintly, was now lightly covered with a layer of dust.

The woman's eyes were fixed on the view through the floor-to-ceiling window.

The word "freedom" was never enjoyed by women until the moment of their death.

She imprisoned herself in the villa, confining her body and mind, and grew increasingly haggard and insane.

Li Hetai, as if possessed, followed the woman's gaze toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

The glass reflected the sunset, but the dust obscured the light, making it appear grayish-orange.

With a "squeak," dust billowed up.

But Li Hetai never moved his feet.

The sun outside the window struggled between the rolling mountains, its light exceptionally dazzling, piercing through the clouds, the peaks, the buildings, and finally reaching the Changgu Villa, making the people below look like winged angels.

The person downstairs had long hair, which was gently caressed and tossed by the wind, like a dream.

It was Gu Xinglan.

Just then, Gu Xinglan downstairs looked up, and Li Hetai happened to have his window open. The two of them stared at each other quietly.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the water shimmered, like an orange dream.