Became a vicious male mother

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The letter bearing the family crest is a letter of recommendation, and another one, without any markings, is simply a photocopy of the hospital's birth certificate, along with a family photo.

The photo clearly shows a child surnamed Liang and the teacher I met last time...

Is this how you threaten people?

Turning to the third page, the handwriting was vigorous, with two sentences written in a flowing style.

[Out-of-town residents who have worked in education in Wushui for seven years and have been recognized as outstanding teachers in the city are eligible to transfer their household registration.]

[There is a strict requirement for transferring household registration: the applicant must be unmarried and have no dependent children.]

After seeing this, what else is there to not understand...? These two people are mother and son.

"So this child surnamed Liang was adopted by someone else," Gu Xinglan couldn't help but say.

Li Hetai, standing next to him, was still somewhat dazed.

"What? You cherish your new friend?" he leaned closer and teased.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the other party shot him a glare.

Gu Xinglan was stunned by the glare and asked doubtfully, "You don't want me to take this to the other party?"

The document was sent to him with the intention of giving it to Liang's child's biological mother. It was a disguised threat and an attempt to manipulate her ambitions, which was a very poor strategy.

Li Hetai, standing beside him, lowered his head and left the room.

Looking at his back, one could vaguely sense a strange loneliness.

"System, what's the duration?"

System: [...added, four hours.]

Do Lai and Tai really consider each other friends?

But he wasn't planning on threatening them yet.

Gu Xinglan recalled the events of the past few days.

Aside from spending time with his partner in the rented apartment, Lai Ho Tai does indeed spend more time with outsiders.

While I was lost in thought, a bell rang from my pocket.

A strange phone call labeled "teacher" by six different people.

As soon as the call connected, the voice on the other end immediately said, "[Mr. Gu.]"

"Teacher Chen?"

[Yes, it's me.]

[Um...you're Li's guardian, right?]

Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan sat up straight: "Yes, that's me."

[Yes, your application has been approved. You can bring your child, Li, directly tomorrow. Everything is arranged. What do you think?]

? !

"You mean you've successfully enrolled?!" Gu Xinglan asked in a daze.

[Yes, school starts at 8:30 tomorrow morning. I hope Li will not be late...]

He could barely hear the voice on the phone anymore.

The problem that was troubling him just a second ago was solved in the next second. It was a timely help and a lifeline. In the end, Gu Xinglan could only keep thanking him.

It wasn't until the call ended that I fully regained my senses.

No, that's it?

While eating dinner, Gu Xinglan glanced at someone.

But the person was distracted and didn't enjoy their meal.

I used to be able to eat two bowls, but now I can barely eat half a bowl.

"Li Hetai, did you hear anything this morning?"

As a result, the bowl and spoon opposite made a crisp clinking sound.

...He could actually see the unease on Li Hetai's face.

Gu Xinglan immediately perked up, looked directly at the other person, and said softly, "If you have something on your mind, say it, I'm listening."

Instead of keeping it to yourself and then making a big scene for him.

“The police lent us two thousand yuan, so the matter of repaying the money should be attributed to your father,” he tentatively suggested.

The other party turned to the room without saying a word.

"If you don't eat properly now, I won't make you a midnight snack tonight," Gu Xinglan said, getting up.

All that was left for him was that tightly closed, light-colored door.

Two knocks.

There was a knock on the door.

Gu Xinglan turned her head to look at the entrance hall.

Through the peephole, you can see Aunt Liang, who lives on this floor.

As soon as the door opened, familiar faces appeared one after another.

He instinctively thought that this person was there to cause him trouble, so Gu Xinglan tightened his face and quickly closed the door.

But two hands reached through the crack in the door, and as more and more hands blocked the door, the two fists were no match for the four hands, and the door was slammed against the wall with a "bang".

"Xiao Gu, we didn't mean anything by it."

Aunt Liang, who was leading the group, smiled and grinned.

"Come on, come here quickly." The crowd, with stiff laughter, pulled Gu Xinglan out of the house.

"Why didn't you say so sooner? The show you filmed was about raising rich kids."

"Exactly, our neighbor thinks you're living with that woman who's having an affair and raising a little rascal."

"I didn't expect you to be so kind, young man. I saw it all; that woman surnamed Ding is alive and kicking today. Didn't you treat her illness?"

One compliment after another rang in his ears, until finally all that remained were words of flattery, before he was pushed onto the public sofa.

The sofa was so old that some of the springs had popped out, not to mention the artificial leather on it, which had all crumbled into pieces.

Gu Xinglan pressed down, and immediately felt a rustling sensation in her palm.

"What are you doing here...?" He looked up timidly.

I saw this group of people smiling broadly, their mouths curving almost up to their ears, all showing their teeth—white, yellow, black, and even toothless.

"Xiao Gu, did the police officer who came this morning lend you two thousand yuan?"

"you?!"

Gu Xinglan's eyes widened.

"No, no, no, we overheard it by accident."

It wasn't an accident; he most likely eavesdropped by lying near the door of his rented apartment.

"You've really been wronged terribly." The usually talkative and slippery middle-aged man put his hand on his, a far cry from his previous attitude of avoiding him like the plague.

He was patted heavily on the shoulder, and the other person sighed repeatedly, "I've been bad these past few days, I apologize." After saying that, he swallowed half a bottle of liquor.

They stuffed all sorts of things into his arms—eggs, loose biscuits in bags, you name it—and even tried to stuff more into his clothes.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I have to take my child to school tomorrow."

The scene was too overwhelming; he had nowhere to retreat, and his back was pressed tightly against the sofa.

Ultimately, the people here are easily swayed by rumors and will follow any wind that blows them away. What can he do if he blames them or not?

"Yes, yes, I have to go to work tomorrow. I just found this job."

"That's all for now, I have orders to work on tonight."

"younger brother."

"If you make a lot of money, regardless of what you bring to everyone, don't blame us neighbors for giving you the cold shoulder these days. From now on, we'll all be a loving family."

As I left, a dense crowd of people followed me, their shadows indistinguishable in the passageway. Crowded together, it was impossible to tell who was who upon closer inspection.

Everyone is teetering on the edge of the swamp.

To the west are bright lighthouses, but they don't reach here. Yet the people here can see them and spend their entire lives pursuing the light of those lighthouses.

Thinking about how the show would air and this place would soon be razed to the ground, Gu Xinglan couldn't bear it and turned her eyes away, slamming the door shut.