Became a vicious male mother

73

The phrase "legal means" completely interrupted what Chen Hao was about to say.

He knelt on the ground, trembling, his eyes wide open. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he exclaimed urgently, "A yukata! Send Young Master Huiwen to check the guest rooms now; there will surely be a white yukata there!"

"gentlemen!"

The female reporter stepped forward, her face dark and sullen, and said coldly, "Every guest room has a white bathrobe, including mine. Does that mean I'm having an affair with Madam Li?"

"Exactly! As an employee of the villa, how could you ruin your employer's family's happiness?"

"You're making baseless accusations without any evidence. Such behavior is despicable. We in the media will not stand idly by and allow such false slander to run rampant!"

"Old man, what you're saying is really funny. You convict someone just because of a bathrobe? If I were to encounter someone like you while I'm interviewing people every day, I'd be wrongly accused to death! What era do you think this is? You think you can just throw mud at people with your mouth? Do you think you have the right to criticize and denounce people?"

The reporters, each with their own distinct personality, kept arguing, leaving Chen Hao speechless and his face turning a deep purple.

It felt like being trapped in the center of a vortex, my mind was in complete chaos.

Chen Hao kept glancing around, thinking about his annual salary of 100,000 yuan, his son who had just graduated and was now unemployed, and then about the fickle vixen's ruthless dismissal of him.

"broom!"

"Master! The broom in the young master's room! There must be a black iron broom in that Jiang's room! It's from the young master's room!" Chen Hao's hands trembled as he glared fiercely at the six reporters again.

Now, it was the reporter who was speechless.

The air was almost deathly still.

Gu Xinglan looked down at the tips of her shoes, feeling both surprised and frightened.

Li Taihe must have known that the reporter had secretly gone to investigate the villa.

The group of reporters, investigating the villa's shady areas, would inevitably pass by Li Hetai's room.

However, there are no surveillance cameras in that area, and without concrete evidence, it's impossible to find out that he dragged the reporter into the room.

That man knows how to use emotions, the environment, and anything else he can to achieve his goals. Would he really trust someone who is emotionally agitated and incoherent?

As for reporter Jiang, if she wanted to refute him, she could simply say that she got lost and that she had artistically embellished the scene of her meeting with him.

As for the broom, since that reporter dared to venture alone into dangerous territory to investigate, how could he not know the importance of destroying evidence?

All these speculations and judgments stemmed from the confidence he gained based on psychology.

With her eyelashes trembling nervously, Gu Xinglan moved her fingers, raised her head slightly, and looked at the tall and elegant figure in the middle of the group of reporters.

“I…did go and see Madam Li.”

A pure, boyish voice rang out.

Like a heavy hammer, it shattered the eerily quiet atmosphere of the hall, like cold water splashed into a pan of oil, instantly causing it to explode.

"Hahahahahaha!" Chen Hao burst into wild laughter, his face contorted with rage. Pointing at Gu Xinglan's nose, he shouted, "Look! You wicked vixen! You fired us all so you could meet with others when the master isn't at the villa? Impossible! As long as I, Chen Hao, am at the villa, I'll be guarding it for the master! I'm a man of Changgu Villa in life! I'll be a ghost of Changgu Villa in death!"

Gu Xinglan: "..."

"but……"

Jiang Chuzheng raised his voice: "I just got lost. The villa is so big..." His tone was tinged with grievance as he continued, "As a reporter, I was speaking for the audience. The public has a great curiosity about this grand villa nestled against the mountains and by the water in the suburbs of Wushui. I was also thinking of taking a picture of the magnificent villa in the rain... It was raining outside, and there were so many trees in the yard. It's easy to lose your sense of direction. I'm not a professional outdoor reporter. Isn't it normal to get lost?... As for Mrs. Li, I am very grateful to her for leading me for a while and for kindly giving me a clean bathrobe... Nothing happened between us."

Finally, Jiang Chuzheng sighed, seemingly heartbroken at being wronged.

Once the explanation was given, the direction of the discussion seemed to change again.

"Hmm...you said you found it in He Tai's room?" a child's voice rang out.

Yu Jin touched her chin with her hand and slowly walked up to Chen Hao, adding, "But when I went to play with He Tai, there was no one there. He Tai's room is so far away, and besides He Tai, there's nothing else in there."

After saying that, Yu Jin walked over to Li Taihe, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled him away from Gu Xinglan: "Uncle Li, you don't come back to the villa often, so you don't know how dirty the people inside can be, especially in some of the small corners. You might find some impatient people doing shady things under some pretext. You have to be careful..."

Li Taihe lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long pause, the man raised his eyes and faced the reporters: "Why don't we go through the timeline together? I want to know how Reporter Jiang managed to get to such a far place with such a big villa..." His gaze shifted slightly, and he looked at Gu Xinglan indifferently, his eyes devoid of any tenderness, dark and gloomy: "And it just so happened that I ran into my wife."

"As for..." The gaze then turned to the nearly frantic driver: "I can't completely believe your story about wearing bathrobes together and walking out of my son's room. Why don't you tell me in detail what you saw and heard?"

"Everyone has their own reasons. Since everyone thinks they are right, let them present the evidence to prove their point, and we'll debunk the rumors one by one."

……

"Why!"

An agitated reporter rushed forward, only to be held back by several people. He angrily said, "President Li, I've traveled all over the world and have always had this temper. According to your logic, what's the difference between this and interrogating a criminal!"

Li Taihe's smile faded, his tone sharp: "Then what do you want me to do? I'm a man, and you're a man too. If you have a penchant for being cuckolded, then I'll take this as an offense."

He didn't know if the reporter had a penchant for being cuckolded, but Lai Tae-ho certainly had a penchant for interrogating people.

Gu Xinglan glanced at Li Taihe out of the corner of her eye, almost imperceptibly.

The man's face showed a smile that seemed to suppress his anger and maintain a respectable demeanor, making it appear as if he had truly cheated on the other man.

But doesn't this person know his actual situation?

Rather, it's more about suspecting his betrayal and investigating the reporter's true intentions.

Thinking of this, Gu Xinglan felt a deep sorrow.

If he's being cuckolded, the worst that can happen is divorce. But if he betrays Li Taihe, then... his fate might be like those people he saw handcuffed to the wall this morning, or even being silently minced into a pulp...

Gu Xinglan looked at Li Taihe, his face pale, and said, "Just now in the room, what I wanted to tell you was this. After I left the hall at noon, I went to He Tai's room and heard a noise. I found someone lying on the ground downstairs. In such a strong wind and rain, I couldn't just watch someone die in front of me..." He walked up to Li Taihe, his eyes filled with unspeakable grievances and glistening with tears: "I am your wife. Don't you know my personality and my situation?"

How could I possibly cheat on you?