Became a vicious male mother

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The bow in my hand is quite heavy. The area where I hold it is a darker color than the rest of the bow, with slight marks from being gripped. The bowstring also shows heavy wear.

It's clear that Xu Mufeng has been practicing day and night.

On the day the school's review panel came to conduct their review, Xu Mufeng was in a bad mood, which was obvious to him. He couldn't see Xu Mufeng that day, so he was probably somewhere calming down.

Now Xu Mufeng has a guarantee of survival, with food to eat, clothes to wear, and the opportunity to study.

This can be considered as him fulfilling his promise to Xu Mufeng.

With the help of the Li family, Xu Mufeng's future is limitless.

"Brother Xinglan, look!" Song Zhengsi found something. "This is the young master's graduation photo!"

In the photo, Lai Ho Tai is standing in a corner, his bangs covering his eyes, so his expression is not visible.

The photo was taken in January of the year before last, when he was still in the Zhang family's mansion. Li Hetai didn't know when he took the photo.

"Madam said to throw them all away, but I went back to the trash can and dug them out. My intuition told me they would be useful, and here they are, in use now," Song Zhengsi grinned.

He had intended to use this to curry favor with the young master, but he never expected to be unable to even see him.

"And this, the young master just went to a new school and someone gave him a love letter. This letter never reached the young master and was thrown away by the madam as trash."

"Madam? How did she come into contact with the love letters?"

"For a period of time, it was Madam who personally picked up the young master. As his driver, I also learned some things. Madam even told me to throw this letter away."

The love letter wasn't handwritten; it was typed and printed out, and it was anonymous.

The letter is long and rambling; the first half expresses his unspoken love, while the second half advises Li Hetai. The more you read, the more something seems off.

How can there be love letters that are used to warn others?

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to read other people's love letters like this?" Song Zhengsi pointed to the pink envelope, embarrassed.

Gu Xinglan was engrossed in reading and ignored him, watching it twice before shifting her gaze to Song Zhengsi, "Is there more?"

“There is… Young Master’s old schoolbag, it’s full of things.”

Inside the old schoolbag was a torn painting, taped back together. Several pieces were missing, making it difficult to see clearly, but Gu Xinglan still recognized it as the painting he had torn up before.

"And another thing, a few days ago the school suddenly summoned the young master, and I heard that the police were involved. I drove my wife there in the middle of the night."

Song Zhengsi turned his head to look around, then lowered his head and stood in front of Gu Xinglan, whispering, "Madam cursed all the way, and even slapped the young master twice at the police station."

Ok?

"How do you fan it?"

Gu Xinglan raised her head with great interest.

"Just pat him like that." Song Zhengsi raised his hand and patted Gu Xinglan's cheek twice. After patting her, he looked at Gu Xinglan expectantly.

"You..." Gu Xinglan paused for half a second, then asked, "And then, what was the young master's reaction?"

"That was a huge reaction! I don't know what happened yesterday, but he actually kicked Madam. As a result, he's been put in solitary confinement. If you ask me, the young master really has too much of a temper; nobody likes him."

"How much do you know about what happened to the young master at school? Can you tell me?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhengsi immediately became serious and began to think.

"Yes, that's true. The young master isn't popular at school either. He even got into a fight on the first day of school, and the master gave him a good scolding. He's been much better behaved since then..."

The more Gu Xinglan listened, the colder she felt down her spine.

It wasn't until Song Zhengsi said, "Brother Xinglan, you mustn't go looking for the young master. Whoever gets close to him will be unlucky. I almost got into a car accident because of him last time. In my hometown, he's a real plague god. You are a blessed person, so you can't get too close to him."

As soon as he finished speaking, an iron arrow suddenly shot through the wooden house and pierced through Song Zhengsi's temple. The broken hairs flew up, and the next second, he was so frightened that he fainted, with drool still dripping from the corner of his mouth and a faint tendency to foam at the mouth.

A mere hair's breadth could have cost Song Zhengsi his life.

Gu Xinglan turned her head stiffly.

Sure enough, there was a person standing outside the window. The dark light swallowed up everything visible, except for the whites of the eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the bowstring being drawn rang out again, and a sharp horn was pointed at him. A cold light flashed by, giving him no time to react.

With a "bang," his collar was nailed to the wooden wall, and the feathers of the arrowhead obscured his right eye.

A faint chill emanated from his earlobe, and the nail seemed to be positioned just below his ear.

Gu Xinglan tried to escape, but arrows pinned his clothes tightly to the wooden house, so he simply took off his clothes.

He heard the sound of a bow being drawn again, and he took off running.

There was the sound of frogs croaking outside the cabin, much clearer from here than when he had just arrived. He quickly ran towards the sound.

The crescent moon was reflected in the pond, but he couldn't care less and quickly plunged into the water.

Before jumping in, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye.

System: [Why are you running?]

He's an ordinary person now; if that arrow hits his heart, he'll really die.

"Subconsciously." Gu Xinglan held her breath underwater, praying that the people outside would leave quickly.

Soon there was another sound of water.

The wooden bow sank, but no one was there.

In the darkness, by the faint moonlight, he could clearly see that the thing that had sunk was a bow.

Does it mean to surrender?

It seems like he should be the one to surrender now.

Gu Xinglan swam slowly upwards, wiggling her limbs.

In the pond, the moonlight, like silver, spilled onto the water's surface, creating shimmering ripples. A person slowly emerged from the water, water droplets dripping from the ends of their long hair like glistening pearls.

The moonlight reflected on the gently rippling pond surface, creating a dreamlike scene like scattered silver.

Under the moonlight, the dark figure standing on the shore took in the whole scene, and the outline of the dark figure gradually became clear—it was Li Hetai.

Li Hetai's eyes flashed with a cold light. His right hand was empty, without a bow, while his left hand held only a feathered arrow. He stood quietly at the edge of the pond, his gaze fixed on Gu Xinglan, as if waiting for his response.

"I've been looking for you," Gu Xinglan said with an embarrassed smile as she paddled through the water.

"Gu Xinglan, you said you wanted to have dinner with me, so why didn't you come to find me?"

Li Hetai's voice grew colder.

Why should I listen to what he said? Are you interested in me?

Song Zhengsi's words have not been verified. If he really wants to know what happened in the past year and a half, he should ask the people involved.

He wanted to find Li Hetai to ask about these things, but he didn't expect to run into Song Zhengsi on the way.

Gu Xinglan gave a wry smile and slowly swam to Li Hetai.

His raised face, illuminated by the moonlight, appeared exceptionally aloof. He lowered his voice, "I just want to clarify some things, not to pry into your privacy."

The words he uttered did nothing to ease the tension between the two. After a long silence, Li Hetai sneered, "Privacy? Haven't you spied on enough already?"

The arrow was gripped tighter and tighter, making a "squeaking" sound.

"Don't try to fool me. If you're like those people, this is what will happen to you."

With a "whoosh," the arrow shot into the grass, and the previously loud cries immediately ceased.

The frog, pierced by the arrow, fell into the pond and gradually sank.