Became a vicious male mother

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The next day, before sunrise, the moon was still visible outside.

At five o'clock, the person on the bed suddenly opened their eyes, their eyes bloodshot.

The familiar, delicate fragrance filled my nostrils.

A captivating flavor, with an eerie sense of familiarity.

Li Hetai held the person in his arms.

The fabric at the chest was slightly damp, from being moistened by his breath.

The heat kept coming from the right.

He had a dream.

It's more of a memory than a dream.

He witnessed his biological father being tortured to death and saw his mother gradually going insane in the villa.

His mother was sometimes kind to him, and sometimes she wanted to strangle him.

What he looked forward to most each day was waiting for his uncle at the villa.

His uncle was extremely strict with him, repeating to him the duties he was supposed to fulfill every day.

His uncle wanted him to avenge the dead members of the Li family.

He was also given a warning.

If you don't want to die, you must always remember that curse.

We must kill the two sorcerers who killed the entire Li family.

We also need to set up an altar to reverse the fortunes of the east and west sides of Wushui, so that the west will gradually decline and the east will gradually prosper. My uncle has done it. The next step is to collect offerings. As one of the offerings, my uncle has already voluntarily perished in the fire.

He is the only one left in the entire Li family who has died.

He is the only one left who can lift the curse.

If he dies, all the property will be divided up, and the souls of all the clansmen will not find peace.

The more of their own people die, the better off their enemies become.

As a child, he always thought about breaking the curse.

Everyone he encountered harbored ill will towards him, including his revered uncle.

Even now, he is only slowly moving forward based on that plan.

If he has a goal in life, it's probably this.

"Good morning, Li Hetai."

A muffled sound came from the chest.

Li Hetai did not respond, but slowly closed his eyes.

"Li Hetai?"

It was quiet.

No insomnia?

Gu Xinglan yawned.

He woke up at five o'clock, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

Last night, Li Hetai was caught in a nightmare. He was holding someone in his arms on the bed. He wasn't sleepy at first, but eventually, listening to Li Hetai's breathing, he slowly fell asleep.

The person next to me is really good-looking, with deep-set eyes and a handsome face even when he's sleeping on his side, but his eyes are covered in dark circles.

As Gu Xinglan watched, she unconsciously raised her hand to stroke Li Hetai's face.

This is someone he has watched grow up since he was a child. Now, Li Hetai is twenty-seven years old and has become a mature adult.

My gaze unconsciously locked onto those lips.

Gu Xinglan guiltily looked away.

Human harmony is truly the most sinful thing.

The more enjoyable the day before, the more regretful the day after.

Especially since the target of the censorship was someone who had imprisoned him, Gu Xinglan's anger grew as she thought about it, and she calmly slapped Li Hetai twice.

Even so, Li Hetai still did not wake up.

"You're so cute when you haven't grown up," Gu Xinglan whispered.

Didn't wake up.

Afterwards, he quietly watched Li Hetai for a long time.

Until I could hear birds chirping.

Before leaving, Gu Xinglan went to the memorial tablet again, thinking about his future and how he should handle his relationship with Li Hetai.

"Senior brother," Gu Xinglan climbed over the wall and called Yang Wen, "I can go back to work now."

After giving his instructions, Gu Xinglan called Captain Jiang again.

"Captain Jiang, did you see the email I sent you earlier?"

[The search is still ongoing. The evidence you provided is ultimately verbal; we can't mobilize police forces abroad based on a few unsubstantiated statements. However, Jiang Tong has already sent people there to search.]

Rye Tae-ha's biological father was a sorcerer.

In his previous life, a criminal case occurred in Wushui involving sacrificial rites and human trafficking. The investigation yielded no results. What impressed him most was that the investigative reporter who personally disguised himself to investigate the case turned into a headless corpse.

Could that reporter be Jiang's younger brother? It was just his guess, after a moment's hesitation, Gu Xinglan retold his words to Jiang.

[Recently, there have been frequent cases of missing migrant workers, and we are already paying attention.]

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, then, "Finally, about quitting, have you... made up your mind?"

"Yes." The fact that he was injected with drugs abroad has already been reported to Captain Jiang.

However, he kept the matter of the sauce made by Li Hetai a secret.

Live again.

His old bones simply can't keep up anymore.

The future will have its own ending.

In the following months, Gu Xinglan settled completely in the hospital and even planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

The teacher and senior students were incredibly supportive.

Therefore, Yang Wen also wanted to take him to his own house.

"Starry Night".

The two had just come out of a patient's house. They had been busy with various things lately and were exhausted. They were now sitting in a coffee shop drinking lattes.

Yang Wen stirred it with a spoon. "Have you noticed anyone following us lately?"

He saw his junior brother sitting opposite him nod.

"Right? That's really strange." After saying that, Yang Wen covered the lower half of his face with his cup and looked around.

We didn't find anything strange, either people or things.

Gu Xinglan remained silent, looked at several medical records on the tablet, and finally said, "Let's finish drinking and go."

When things get busy, there's absolutely no time to rest.

night.

I finally managed to get things sorted out.

It was already 2 a.m. when I came out of my shift at the hospital. Wushui was still brightly lit, and the building screens had changed from billboards to a news article.

"Attention Wushui residents, a fire has broken out in a high-rise building on section 231. Please avoid the area. Please avoid the area. Please avoid the area."

The smaller the words, the bigger the story.

Still feeling sleepy, Gu Xinglan paused in her act of hailing a taxi, looked at the building's screen, and then swiped her phone to access social media apps.

The software's layout was almost entirely overshadowed by news of the fire.

Fire breaks out at the Li Group?

How could such a large company not have done a good job in fire safety?

Gu Xinglan was casually scrolling through the posts when her heart suddenly started racing after seeing a photo of a fire.

While everyone else fled to other routes.

A person dressed in white walked against the flow of traffic until they reached the police line.

I watched with my own eyes as that familiar place was consumed by fire, thick smoke billowing out, the epicenter of the outbreak being Li Hetai's office.

Is this a joke that fate played on him?

He watched as Le Thai Ho died in the fire.

Now he also wants him to watch Li Taihe's nephew die in the fire?

"Sir! Sir! Stop right now!!"

"Quick!! Stop the guy in white! Don't let him in!!"

There were ambulances nearby, their red and blue lights flashing alternately. There were too many people at the scene, and no one knew who was shouting outside trying to stop them.

Until a hoarse shout rang out, "Let go!!"

The person dressed in white kept reaching out their hand, as if trying to rush into the building.

More and more hands grabbed that person.

A chorus of voices erupted around him: "Why is someone still going in and making things worse...?" "Is that guy in the white shirt out of his mind? The fire's already cordoned off, and he's still rushing in!" "Who knows where this reckless fool came from? The rescue team can't handle him." "Never mind him, just wait for the police to handle it. This kind of person just loves to stir up trouble..." "He's wasting precious time that could have saved lives. If something really happens, can he take responsibility?"

"..."

It wasn't until the firefighters inside carried the white scaffolding out that the firefighters came out.

Gu Xinglan's eyes were glazed over, her gaze fixed on the hand protruding from the support frame.

The black watch he was wearing was one that Li Hetai had lent him a few months ago.

He retreated instantly, chasing after the white support frame.

Unfortunately, the ambulance sped away.

The sharp beeping sound grew fainter and fainter, as if it were trying to lure his soul away.

"Sir! Do you know how dangerous your actions were?! You're making things difficult for the rescue team!!!"

A few auxiliary police officers gathered around, their angry gazes landing on that face.

calm.

Eerily calm.

It was so quiet that it was as if the person who had just rushed in wasn't even that person.

"Feel sorry."

Gu Xinglan stood up straight and looked into the distance.

The auxiliary police officer was speechless for a moment after hearing those words.