Became a vicious male mother

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Gu Xinglan sighed: "If you don't want to be hospitalized, where do you want to stay?"

“Don’t you have a house? Of course I’ll stay there.” Xu Mufeng crossed his arms, his blue hospital gown crumpled.

"Besides, I've already thrown away the lock on the ward." Xu Mufeng's eyes were brooding. "I promised you I could be on TV, so can't you promise me you won't be hospitalized?"

The two of them hadn't been there long when nurses and doctors arrived.

"Little Xu! How could you run out like that?!"

The nurse squatted down, looked left and right, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The process of getting Xu Mufeng discharged from the hospital was more difficult than Gu Xinglan had imagined.

“Mr. Gu, although you are Xu’s guardian, Mr. Meng has stipulated that he… must be here.” The doctor seemed hesitant and then whispered, “Why don’t you go and ask Mr. Meng?”

Gu Xinglan turned her head and glanced at Xu Mufeng, who was sitting silently in the chair, swinging his legs gently, looking extremely bored.

"How is the child's injury?" Gu Xinglan asked.

There were two outsiders present just now, and he only heard one side of the story. Now is the best time to ask.

"Little Xu has nine bruises on his body, which will gradually subside and heal. Also, his left tooth is slightly loose, but usually he can go home to observe and recuperate." The doctor leaned closer to Gu Xinglan, adjusted his glasses, and added in a low voice, "The patient's mood is also very important to his recovery. It's normal for a young child to be unwilling to be hospitalized. You... can try to persuade President Meng."

After all, this was the first time he had ever seen someone locked in a hospital room for forced treatment.

The doctor suddenly realized something and broke out in a cold sweat: "Please don't tell President Meng that I told you."

Gu Xinglan nodded and walked helplessly to Xu Mufeng: "I'll call now to help you cancel your hospital room reservation, but if you come with me, you have to listen to me, understand?"

The words sounded domineering, but the tone was gentle.

Xu Mufeng couldn't take his eyes off the screen and waved his hand, "Hurry up, hurry up, it'll be dawn if we keep dawdling."

When the two of them came out after completing the formalities, there weren't many people left outside.

The hospital is some distance from the city center, but very close to an urban village.

Gu Xinglan found Xu Mufeng's swaying gait extremely comical.

The gaze was too direct, and Xu Mufeng felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

Why did he fall? It's all this person's fault!

If this person hadn't insisted on saying such strange things, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to leave, and he certainly wouldn't have run into that kid surnamed Gu outside!

Xu Mufeng was about to make a sarcastic remark, but before he could speak, Gu Xinglan's action silenced him.

"Come on, I'll carry you on my back." Gu Xinglan squatted down, leaving her back to the child.

The snow-white nape of its neck looks like a cream cake displayed in a bakery window.

Xu Mufeng's fingers curled slightly, his mind blank.

This scene looks familiar.

It was something he didn't want to mention in his memory.

In Erpi and Simao's eyes, he was a happy child, but what they didn't know was that he was not happy at all.

Especially when he goes to school every day and sees every child accompanied by an adult. And when they fight, everyone else has an adult to back them up, but he only gets scolded, regardless of whether he is right or wrong.

Having survived to this point, there are several types of people he can't afford to offend: first, his peers who are assertive and have families; second, the assertive adults and elderly people in his neighborhood; and third, the person he met for the first time today, who wasn't from the neighborhood, didn't seem assertive, but was rich and powerful.

Weakness is his cheapest and most readily available disguise.

But no matter which aspect he was like, he wasn't the kind of child adults liked. They preferred pretty and well-behaved children, while he was dirty and not well-behaved. No matter which aspect he was like, he wasn't the kind of child adults would like.

And now, there is someone willing to accept the real him...

Gu Xinglan waited for a long time before turning around to look at the person behind her.

The child actually started walking on his own first.

"It's a case of good intentions being wasted," Gu Xinglan muttered as she strode after him.

He really didn't know what the child needed.

It seems they're only really interested in that credit card.

But when you ask a child what they want to buy with money, they can't answer.

Perhaps only time can break the ice between the two people, a relationship that is both unfamiliar and tense.

"Shall we take a ride?" Gu Xinglan caught up with the child.

He could walk back from here, but he couldn't let the injured child do the same.

The child was two years older than Li Hetai, but they were about the same height, both around his thighs. His medium-length hair looked like it hadn't been styled in a long time, and it was a messy mess.

When she looked up at him, the weak and powerless feeling brought on by malnutrition disappeared again. Xu Mufeng narrowed his eyes, revealing an inexplicable sense of oppression: "Do you look down on me?"

"Why are you so aggressive when you talk to me?" Gu Xinglan lightly tapped the child's forehead, seemingly choosing to be defiant between helplessness and anger: "What did you just promise me? You said you'd listen to me once we were out..."

"Is it a matter of whether you're obedient or not? Do you really think you're a mother now?"

Gu Xinglan was choked and paused, her eyebrows furrowing.

I just heard that sentence; Li Taihe also mocked him in the hospital's rest area.

"How many things did you see at the hospital just now?" Gu Xinglan's face turned serious as she squatted down in front of Xu Mufeng to look him in the eye.

His gaze was calm and profound, like a cold star, exuding an unassailable solemnity that made people unconsciously straighten their words and actions the moment they met his eyes.

But Xu Mufeng met those eyes head-on, not only not backing down, but also being presumptuous: "What do you see? You arguing? Or you kissing that uncle?"

In an instant, Gu Xinglan's face flushed, and she thought to herself, "There was no touching!" But her lips trembled, and she couldn't say anything.

It wasn't shyness or difficulty in speaking; it was the embarrassment of him, as an elder, failing to set a good example for the younger generation.

"What are you arguing about?" Xu Mufeng scratched his head, seemingly having no concept of kissing: "Wouldn't it be better if you were with him...?"

The man's refined and easygoing demeanor was a mask, and while he couldn't see what lay beneath, he knew that the man was not someone he should mess with.

If someone like that is backing him up, who would dare to bully him?

Xu Mufeng looked at Gu Xinglan with a puzzled expression.

“Touching lips is something only people in close relationships can do… I’ll explain the relevant information to you.” Gu Xinglan sighed, “But it’s not the time now, let’s go back first.”

My phone battery had already run out when I called someone to inform them that I was being discharged from the hospital.

I can't get a taxi.

Apart from the rustling wind, the area is unusually quiet, making it a suitable place for recuperation. Building a hospital nearby has both advantages and disadvantages.

The downside is that it's difficult to hail a taxi.

The two walked for a while before they saw a taxi with its lights on at the roadside.

The yellow body of the car looked somewhat mottled under the streetlights, unlike the blindingly bright yellow cars in the city center, it carried a sense of history.

The driver, wearing sunglasses, didn't even ask if they needed a ride; he simply stopped right in front of them, confident that they would get in.

Gu Xinglan hesitated for a moment before opening the car door.

"Wow, it smells so good," Xu Mufeng muttered to himself.

Gu Xinglan subconsciously sniffed, smelling the smoke, and couldn't help but cough a few times.

He doesn't like smoking or the smell of cigarettes, but the child says it smells good.

“It smells familiar, but I don’t know where I’ve smelled it before.” Xu Mufeng jumped steadily into the car.

There was no overwhelming leather smell inside, nor any unpleasant odor from the air conditioner.

Even the strongest cigarette flavor isn't pungent; it's the kind of flavor you'd find in women's menthol cigarettes.