Became a vicious male mother

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Lu Yinian's eyes could only see a few squares of land, her slender waist and long legs, the heat emanating from her body constantly pressed against his face, and the familiar fragrance of her body filled his nostrils.

"Gu Xinglan, we had all agreed, why did you leave..." The voice, tinged with the smell of alcohol, was broken and intermittent.

They even called him crazy. What exactly is wrong with him?

"Tell me...why?"

"What did I fail to do for you?"

"...If you need resources, I'll get them for you; if you're bullied, I'll bully you back."

"Why did things turn out like this? Tell me! What do you want me to do next!" Lu Yinian raised her voice at the end, forcefully restraining the person on the sofa.

Are you resentful towards me? Resentful that I introduced you to the big boss?

Gu Xinglan, a complete novice, knew nothing. He couldn't even accurately apply eye drops when acting out a crying scene. How could the editor, the director, or the investors possibly see him? But, "You begged me so desperately, and I even told you the shortcut... I introduced you to a young, handsome, and wealthy investor. The Li family you got into was all thanks to me!"

Otherwise, how could Gu Xinglan, who has no background and no qualifications, know President Meng and President Li?

His words seemed to frighten the person beneath him.

Gu Xinglan, who was beneath him, opened her eyes wide, a hint of fear visible in them. "You...you need to calm down..."

He intended to appease the other person, but the other person's rationality, once broken by alcohol, was like a wild horse that he couldn't control no matter how hard he tried.

All I got in return for going crazy was some simple, nonsensical "calm down" nonsense.

Lu Yinian slowly fell silent, his voice deep as he said:

"Gu Xinglan, do you really think I'm a fool for all the kindness I've shown you?"

What Pei Xiao said was not something he could ignore; the more he tried not to think about it, the more those words would surface.

He kept questioning himself, asking if it was really worth it to do all this for Gu Xinglan.

As it turns out, Gu Xinglan could leave quietly for a year, and she could also kick him away and never see him again.

Gu Xinglan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Yinian... I actually really want to know what your first impression of me was?"

The atmosphere was too stiff, as if the air itself had stopped moving.

As the words were spoken lightly, Lu Yinian's mind slowly drifted back to decades ago when his investment failed, all his startup capital was used to pay off debts, and he lived in an urban village, scrimping and saving. Even so, he still had hundreds of thousands of yuan in debt.

Alcohol was the only thing that allowed him to forget everything at that time.

That night, it was drizzling, a rare rainy season in Wushui. Misfortune never comes singly, and he was incredibly unlucky. He went to a nearby bar to drown his sorrows, and eventually passed out drunk on the street.

What was my first impression of you?

Lu Yinian slowly lowered his head. "You want to know?"

“Yes, it’s been a long time. We can catch up.” Gu Xinglan nodded.

"you forgot?"

I completely forgot...

Lu Yinian's eyes were somewhat dazed, and his ten fingers gradually tightened, the fingertips sinking deep into Gu Xinglan's shoulder.

The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop; you could faintly hear their breathing mingling and the encouraging look in the eyes of the person beneath them.

“That night… I was so drunk I collapsed on the roadside, the rain hitting my face, it was freezing cold,” Lu Yinian said slowly.

"I thought I would just fall asleep like this, or even... just let it end like this."

He paused, his gaze falling on Gu Xinglan's face as if searching for something.

“Then, you appeared.” Her tone suddenly softened, and Lu Yinian’s brows gradually relaxed. “You were holding a black umbrella, and you squatted down to look at me. I remember you were wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. The rain had soaked the hem of your shirt. You asked me, ‘Do you need any help?’”

“At that time… I was actually not very clear-headed, but your voice was very clear, as if it came from a very far place, or as if it was right next to my ear. You said, ‘Do you want to go home with me?’ You helped me up, took me to the nearby convenience store, and bought me a hot coffee.” Lu Yinian’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a bitter smile.

"You know what? That cup of coffee... was one of the only two things, besides alcohol, that could make me forget all my pain during that period."

"Later you asked me, 'Is there anywhere I can go?' Actually, I do. I have two mortgaged properties that I could sneak into and live in, so I would have a place to stay. But I deliberately said no, and you brought a complete stranger to my house."

Gu Xinglan also lived in an urban village, but his house was even more dilapidated than his. There were several washbasins inside, and water was constantly dripping from the ceiling, making a continuous dripping sound.

“Your home is simple and dilapidated, but very clean. You gave me a towel, helped me dry my hair, and found me a clean T-shirt. That night… I slept on the small chairs next to each other in your house. They were hard and uncomfortable, and I didn’t sleep a wink all night. I can hardly believe that you live in an urban village… You are so beautiful. I can’t imagine that you would live in such a dilapidated place with this face and this body and worry about having three meals a day.”

“Gu Xinglan, you shouldn’t be in the sewers. That’s not where you belong. Your destiny is to shine under the spotlight.”

With his index and middle fingers together, Lu Yinian unconsciously began to caress Gu Xinglan's face, a dark glint in his eyes.

"That's my first impression of you. Would you like to hear more?"

"What about you?"

"Gu Xinglan, what are you thinking? What do you take me for? A passerby you can discard at any time?"

System: [Second hidden plot, increased by 5%. Congratulations on obtaining the memory of the original owner's first meeting with her only best friend. Current progress is 6.5%.]

Gu Xinglan felt a little guilty.

He wasn't the original owner of this body, and he truly treated Lu Yinian as just a passerby.

Why are you avoiding my gaze?

"Yinian, you're drunk. Go back to your room and rest."

But Lu Yinian remained still, quietly watching the person on the sofa.

"I'm not actually drunk. I haven't been drunk at all from just now until now. I'm just a little excited."

"..." Gu Xinglan felt somewhat helpless upon hearing this. Brandy is a strong liquor, and to drink more than half a bottle without getting drunk shows how strong this person's alcohol tolerance is.

"Let's go." Lu Yinian stood up and pulled Gu Xinglan to her feet. "I'll take you somewhere."

One in front and one behind, Gu Xinglan was pulled along, staggering.

Until we reached that door.

He immediately stopped and exerted his strength to resist Lu Yinian.

"I just checked, inside... inside is a mourning hall." It's too eerie; he himself said that this room contains things for worshipping himself.

"Yes, I know, but you haven't turned on the light yet, have you?" After saying that, Lu Yinian opened the door and turned on the light.

A clear, bright white light illuminated everything.

There are talismans on all four walls, and a red table for offering sacrifices to the gods is placed to one side. In the middle, against the wall, is a black offering table covered with silk cloth, on which are placed several plates of fruit and pastries.

There was also a bronze incense burner with several burnt-out incense sticks stuck inside, their ash scattered at the bottom, giving it a somewhat desolate appearance.

Above the altar, there was a black and white photograph. The person in the photograph was smiling, with gentle eyes, as if he were looking at everyone in the room.

Gu Xinglan met the eyes of the person in the photo, and there was no word more fitting to describe the situation than absurd.