Became a vicious male mother

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"Who is wearing this dress?...Who can fit into it?"

I thought it was just a casual question.

But Li Taihe surprisingly paused.

“You’re not as thin as a bamboo pole, of course you can’t fit in. It was my oversight.”

After saying that, the man's face returned to its formulaic smile, as if it had all been an illusion. He then put down the skirt and left.

Gu Xinglan raised an eyebrow and quickly put on the dress.

His dark red dress clung tightly to his chest, and if it weren't for the petal-like front hem hanging down, it would have exposed his perfectly flat chest.

The fabric was wrinkled everywhere, and Gu Xinglan tugged at her sleeves, constantly smoothing out the wrinkles.

He walked out hesitantly and awkwardly.

His hips were so tight that he dared not take big steps, for fear that if he walked too fast, his clothes would tear in two.

You look great.

Outside.

Li Taihe looked at him with no scrutiny or stare, but rather with simple appreciation. He stood straight in the doorway, holding a wig in his left hand, with a shoebox on the ground.

The man moved with practiced ease, quickly gathering all of his short hair into the hairnet.

With his long wig draped down to his waist, Li Taihe took out a wooden comb from his suit pocket and slowly combed his hair.

Gu Xinglan blinked: "The bangs are a bit too eye-catching."

Soon, Li Taihe used a comb to brush his bangs back.

He pursed his lips, his eyes rolling upwards, revealing only the man's Adam's apple and smooth chin.

Immediately afterwards, Li Taihe even squatted down to put his shoes on.

This person had been inexplicably attentive to him from the very beginning, whether it was changing how he was held or about the belt, not to mention joking with him.

"I will do it myself."

Gu Xinglan lifted her skirt and took several steps back.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Taihe actually stood up and handed him the shoebox.

"Can you get it sorted out in five minutes?"

"Of course." Gu Xinglan nodded and leaned against the wall to put on her shoes.

Wearing such a tight skirt, he simply couldn't squat down.

The shoes were flat, black women's leather shoes, with an exceptionally smooth surface, and the size fit him perfectly.

The moment I finished dressing, a large hand came into view.

"Let's go together?"

Li Taihe seemed like a completely different person, giving off a warm and gentle feeling, especially when her hand touched his waist.

His legs felt weak.

Knowing this man's character, Gu Xinglan consciously closed her eyes, focusing all her perception of the outside world on the man beside her.

The two of them walked for an unknown amount of time.

He knew it was time to leave when a cold breeze gently brushed his face.

Gu Xinglan asked softly, "What questions will the reporters ask?"

"You can answer any questions you have about our life together, and if you don't want to answer, feel free to give me a hard look."

"Are they concerned about yesterday's kidnapping?"

“There were no kidnappings yesterday.” Li Taihe tightened his grip on his waist. “There were just a few people from the outer city who accidentally used the machines in the abandoned factory and were accidentally ground into mincemeat, understand?”

Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Yesterday, the factory contained nothing but scrap iron and wood, let alone any machinery.

It's hard to imagine the circumstances under which those people got into the meat grinder.

Gu Xinglan's body stiffened, she swallowed hard, her mind a jumbled mess.

"Open your eyes." Li Taihe interlocked his fingers.

What should have been an uncomfortable action, now being led by someone unpredictable and ruthless, made them completely obedient, without the slightest intention of resistance.

The main hall of the villa was bustling with activity.

Several people in casual clothes were chatting and laughing with the person carrying the camera on a leather sofa.

At first glance, they all look like green, inexperienced young people who have just graduated from university.

The person sitting on the edge of the sofa was the first to see Li Taihe.

"Hello, Mr. Li! Sorry to bother you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone on the sofa stood up and greeted him, "Hello, President Li."

"Please sit down, everyone, no need to be polite."

Li Taihe was gentle and refined, with a smile on his face and his eyebrows raised high, making him seem like a colleague and friend to them.

No wonder this person was able to become the head of the family; he simply couldn't learn the skill of smiling at everyone.

Gu Xinglan followed behind, her lips pursed.

"This must be Madam Li."

"Hello, Madam Li!"

"excuse me."

He greeted her warmly, his voice sounding incredibly childish.

What does "Liaowangshe" mean? Why send these students with such a strong sense of self-importance?

From a distance, he could only see the general outline, but now that he was closer, he wanted to see exactly what was going on. Gu Xinglan subtly raised his eyelids.

As a result, he bumped into two unfathomable black eyes.

Startled, Gu Xinglan avoided eye contact, then thought it might have been an illusion at first glance, and looked over again.

I couldn't see anything but smiling faces, and I couldn't tell which reporter they were.

"We are here on behalf of the Outlook News Agency to continue our interview with you. We hope you don't mind."

The leader, whose imposing presence was in no way inferior to that of Li Taihe, extended his hand.

Or perhaps Li Taihe deliberately suppressed his aura.

In Gu Xinglan's eyes, the two holding hands made it seem as if Li Taihe was humbly and proactively inviting the people from Wangshe to the Changgu Villa.

Unable to join their conversation, he sat on the edge of the sofa and listened quietly.

For example, reporters often use "public attention" as a pretext to ask the hidden questions they want to ask.

"Mr. Li, please don't stand on ceremony, we've already had tea." The reporter smiled and said softly, "I'm here today to continue our conversation about the recent events surrounding your company."

After finishing his opening remarks, the reporter frowned slightly and said in a calm voice:

"As you know, in this information age, there are many conflicting opinions in the public sphere. Some voices, even without concrete evidence, have caused quite a stir, which is generally not good for your and the company's image. The reason we came here in such a hurry today is because we received an anonymous tip-off letter saying that two of the four people who died in the suburbs last night were employees of your Li Group. In fact, this is not the only case. Since last month, we have received a series of tips-offs saying that many people from your company have disappeared without a trace. What do you think of these unfounded speculations?"

Li Taihe remained calm and composed, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded naturally and his eyes clear. He said in a calm tone, "My friend, you are a professional and know better than I do that rumors are easier to spread than the truth."

"Regarding the accident you mentioned in the suburbs, to be honest, I haven't received any official report yet. However, regardless of whether the deceased was a Li Group employee or not, as long as there is even the slightest possibility of a connection, we will not shirk our responsibility. Even if the deceased was an employee of an outsourced project, Li Group will do its utmost to cooperate with the police to thoroughly investigate the matter."

"As for the disappearance, the Li family has a diversified business and projects all over the world. Employees often travel on business or are sent abroad. Sometimes when they go abroad, communication problems and tight schedules are common. It is not appropriate to judge them as 'missing' based on this alone."

“The HR department submits detailed reports every month, covering everything from travel arrangements to job transfers. The process is clear and transparent. These anonymous reports are likely a deliberate attempt by someone to smear us, confuse the public, and disrupt the company’s normal operations and damage our reputation built up over many years. We hope that our journalist friends can uphold fairness and not be led astray by false reports.”

"..."

What makes Li Taihe stand out is that no matter what the other person asks, how long they ask, or how outrageous the question is, his tone and expression remain consistently patient and responsible, with innocent yet firm eyes, as if he could tragically step onto the deathbed for the sake of humanity at any moment.

This reporter always asks absurd and irrelevant questions mixed with key information.

Unlike a normal journalist, he was more like a professional at "interrogating" suspects, using numerous, information-rich, and emotionally charged questions to try to capture any flaws or unusual attitudes in the real emotions or subconscious reactions that Lee Tae-ho inadvertently revealed when dealing with trivial questioning.

Where is the naivety, immaturity, and ignorance of a student? His mature and steady demeanor, like that of an old dog, is completely that of a hardened iron plate that has withstood the test of time.

What inside information are these reporters trying to uncover?

But Li Taihe didn't give anything away, not even a single hair fell out.

Gu Xinglan, who had been listening intently from the beginning, was getting tired.