Became a vicious male mother

29. False kindness

My mind is a complete blank.

He couldn't remember how many times he had been sick and no one had paid attention to him.

Silence, coldness, like struggling in an airtight membrane.

Li Hetai felt as if someone was choking him, and he couldn't breathe.

When the discomfort reached its peak, it felt as if a fine needle suddenly flew towards him, tearing through the membrane without hesitation.

Li Hetai suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt and began to breathe frantically.

"Open your mouth." "Ah—"

"..."

Who? Who exactly is it?

"..."

"It's fragrant yam and minced meat porridge."

"Could he have really gone stupid from the fever?"

"..."

The warm liquid slowly flowed into my mouth, and the rich aroma of yam filled my nasal cavity.

Li Hetai's consciousness gradually returned, but the memory in his mind was still stuck on the scene of that person standing on the balcony, which felt extremely long.

"Well done." "Have another bite."

A clear voice, accompanied by the clinking of porcelain spoons, echoed in my ears, while my half-open eyes reflected an extremely handsome face.

The person sat intently on the edge of the bed, with eyebrows like ink paintings, and deep, bright eyes that seemed to hold a dazzling starry sky. The curve of his lips was just right, carrying a faint, gentle smile. His originally docile hair was now slightly disheveled, adding a touch of realism.

This is not a dream.

Someone is actually feeding him.

"Cough-cough-"

The child in the bed suddenly started coughing.

Gu Xinglan was carefully blowing on the steam in the spoon when she saw this and quickly put the porridge aside.

After Li Hetai fell, he remained in a half-open state, unconscious, but able to respond to his movements, which is why he dared to feed him porridge.

The bowl of porridge was empty, even though the baby had been fed well before.

The room was filled with coughing sounds.

Gu Xinglan's heart nearly jumped out of her chest upon hearing this.

He quickly helped Li Hetai up and patted his back with his hand.

System: [Although the target is resilient, there is still a risk of death. The host is advised to use the Heimlich maneuver.]

As the electronic voice faded, Gu Xinglan had already propped the child up on the bed, clenching her fists and using her thumbs to pull her arms against Li Hetai's abdomen.

"Stop...stop!" the child shouted, coughing as he tried to stop.

Gu Xinglan almost thought she had misheard and quickly let go of her hand.

Without support, Li Hetai slumped back into Gu Xinglan's arms, carried by inertia.

“You caught a fever from being caught in the rain. I’ve already called the driver, and he’ll pick you up at six in the morning,” Gu Xinglan said softly, raising her right hand to touch the child’s forehead.

The temperature under my palms did indeed decrease; it was just a slight warmth.

The tension in his heart finally eased, and he let out a breath, murmuring, "The fever has finally broken."

Gu Xinglan hadn't had time to retract her hand.

With a "snap".

His right hand was slapped away hard.

"...I don't need your fake kindness."

Li Hetai's voice was extremely hoarse, and his eyes, as he turned his head, were filled with ruthlessness and an indescribable resentment. When he met Gu Xinglan's gaze, there was even a hint of panic that Li Hetai himself did not realize.

The listener is interested.

It would be a lie to say I didn't get hurt.

Gu Xinglan's eyes widened, her light-colored pupils revealing disbelief, her lips slightly parted, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"You're like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not recognizing a kind heart! You're happy now that you've been burned into a fool!" Gu Xinglan, having recovered her senses, raised her eyebrows, her face gradually turning red, her hair trembling with anger. With a mocking tone, she said, "You, Young Master Li, are really putting on airs. You're quite something. When you were delirious with fever, you were like a pitiful wretch, but now that the fever has subsided, you're baring your teeth and claws. What? My serving you hand and foot is an eyesore for you, Young Master Li? I'm only bothering with your business because your Li family ancestors burned incense!"

"Just keep putting on this act. You'd better burn it back. Don't be so eager for someone to come and save you then. My little temple can't hold a Buddha like you. Let's see what tricks you can pull without my 'fake kindness'!"

As Gu Xinglan left the room, she pointed at Li Hetai and continued to attack him.

They retreated to the doorway.

The wooden door slammed shut with a loud "bang," shaking the entire room.

The person inside remained seated on the ground, their hair obscuring their expression, and did not get up for a long time.

And outside the house.

Gu Xinglan, separated by a wall, had her back pressed against the door, her chest heaving.

But the anger that had been on his face just moments before was nowhere to be seen.

How could he possibly hold a grudge against a sick child with potential psychological problems?

Gu Xinglan took a deep breath, recalling the sarcastic remarks that had been running through her mind just now, as well as the slightly surprised expressions on Li and Tai's faces, and couldn't help but smile.

System: [No need to force a smile. This system has seen your efforts. Not only did you save the target from death, but you also successfully increased the time allotted. One word: 6.]

Do you know why Li Hetai treated me this way?

system:[?]

"Because he was afraid."

"I fear this tenderness will be short-lived."

He was afraid that I was like a central air conditioner, able to be gentle to Geng Yi and also to him. This kind of treatment wasn't just for him alone, so he was afraid of becoming addicted to this kind of gentle poison.

System: [So, just now at the hotel, you knew the target was sitting at the table behind you?]

I didn't know at first, but a few hours ago I saw the waiter at the table behind me clearing the table.

There were two large and two small seats, with the tableware on one of the small seats completely untouched, standing apart from the other three seats.

Based on what he saw and heard, could the child in the small seat be Li Hetai?

"With such a cheap father, how could he possibly develop a good character?" Gu Xinglan sighed inwardly.