Became a vicious male mother

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The more he looked at the contents of the bag, the more guilty he felt.

Gu Xinglan gritted her teeth, tore open all the bags, and put them all on in one go.

He had encountered similar situations before, where a man dressed as a woman.

A healthy man who came to the psychologist specifically to talk about his situation had lost his mother in childhood, experienced the long-term absence of his father, lacked the guidance of the female role of mother, and had a blurred understanding of the gender of father, which planted the seeds for his behavior of dressing as a woman...

Often, when people go against popular psychological norms, there are untold childhood traumas or special experiences that subtly shape their unique psychological cognition and behavioral patterns.

But in reality... this deviation is often an outward manifestation of some unmet emotional need or psychological confusion deep within an individual's heart.

All he can do is offer the best patience, tolerance, and acceptance, and try his best to understand.

After getting dressed, the person in the mirror tilted their head slightly, scrutinizing themselves closely. Then, they turned their body slightly and awkwardly tilted their head to look at themselves in the mirror.

With no fabric covering her lower back, two dimples were slightly sunken, and a subtle sense of strength was faintly visible on the surface of her skin.

Silicone clothing fits very well, with no visible edges or corners, and has a breathable design inside, so it doesn't feel stuffy when worn.

Realizing it too late, Gu Xinglan rubbed her forehead, finding herself somewhat amusing.

"I haven't been able to focus on studying for a while, and I've become restless..."

"Hey! What are you muttering about in there?"

An impatient voice came from outside the door.

"Once you're dressed..."

There was a "bang" sound.

The person emerging from the bathroom was like a water sprite rising from the surface, her skirt clinging tightly to her body's curves, like a natural scale garment as she swam in the water, every fold seemingly a trace left by the gentle caress of flowing water.

Yet he exuded an aura of resolute determination.

Despite being dressed in fine clothes, she showed no signs of fragility, and her face was righteous, as if she had made some great decision.

Li Yuechang crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

His eyes remained fixed, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

After a while, he raised his hand and flicked someone's forehead.

"Are you confused? Why aren't you wearing a wig?"

A sharp pain shot through his forehead. Gu Xinglan's expression turned serious. He retorted, "A gentleman uses words, not fists. I know you're very agitated right now, but don't rush into it."

"Does she think she's still a virgin?"

Gu Xinglan coughed: "There are no wigs in the bag."

"No?"

Li Yuechang pushed past the people at the bathroom door and rummaged through the silk pajamas that had been taken off on the sink.

The pajamas still carried someone's body heat.

No matter how I look through it, I can't find anything extra.

“…It’s too late to order now.” Li Yuechang suddenly straightened his face and suppressed his oppressive aura. “For the first auction today, you only need to show one hand on the camera. You, talk to President Li about the wig. I will have someone send it over after the first auction.”

See how Le Viet changed his attitude towards him.

This person had been insisting that there was a wig in the bag, and when they disagreed, Li Yuechang's belief that he was wearing a wig was questioned, which triggered cognitive dissonance. He even hit him because of this, which shows that this person has poor emotional control and a bad temper.

With his emotions redirected, this person suddenly changed from his arrogant, cool, and domineering demeanor to an inexplicably calm one.

Combining the two findings, the conclusion is that Le Viet Chhang himself did not put the wig in.

"Why are you looking at me like that..."

His tone was inexplicably weak as Li Yuechang stood at the bathroom door, arms crossed.

"Mr. Li lives in this apartment regularly and doesn't like having other people's things there. I'll reluctantly help you pack your clothes... Time is of the essence..."

Towards the end, they ran out of things to say.

The air was filled with a faint, deathly stillness.

Li Yuechang stopped talking, staring at the ceiling, and said in a defiant tone, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I forgot to put the wig in there. As for an explanation, you'd better explain it to President Li. I'll definitely get a scolding if I go. I'll treat you to a barbecue next time I have time... okay?"

He went to explain to Li Taihe? Did he think he wouldn't get scolded if he said that? It was clearly pushing him out.

“I’m not interested in barbecue. Could you order a batch of books for me in Changgu? I’ll send you the list later.”

Gu Xinglan did not hesitate to state her conditions.

There were no books he wanted to read in the villa's study.

He wanted to order books that were only available to universities, and since they weren't available brand new on the market, he could only look for secondhand or pirated copies.

Now is the perfect time to set conditions.

We can't just let the other party ridicule us for nothing.

……

hall.

Gu Xinglan sported a head of short hair.

Her long dress, adorned with delicate diamonds, made her glow under the dim ceiling light.

The only downside is that the shoes he's wearing rub against his heels.

The heels are six centimeters high, and when I walk, I twist my ankle left and right.

“Li Taihe… your shoes were ordered too small.” Gu Xinglan said immediately upon seeing the person on the sofa.

Even though he was light, he was still an adult, especially since he was wearing high heels that were a size too small, which forced him to bend over.

The words fell

The person on the sofa didn't answer him, but instead raised their hand and poured a cup of tea onto the table opposite.

The atmosphere was eerily unsettling.

"Drink tea first."

The aroma of tea is poured out from the spout, a classic green tea fragrance. Whether it's West Lake Longjing or Dongting Biluochun, you have to taste it with your tongue.

Gu Xinglan sat down opposite the man and slowly picked up her teacup to take a sip.

"Do you remember this person?" Li Taihe handed over a black and white photograph.

The unlaminated photo has congealed bloodstains on the edges and corners, and appears to be waterlogged in the middle, making it somewhat blurry.

However, this did not prevent him from clearly seeing the portly appearance of the person in the middle:

He slumped among the women, a cigar dangling from his right hand, looking utterly dejected, surrounded by billowing smoke.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

The gaze shifted to the man's waist, where a brown plaque was displayed.

A face instantly flashed into my mind...

[I heard Mrs. Li is the host...][Hello, host! I happen to have an auction going on. How about Mrs. Li come and help out? ...]

Isn't this the person I met a few weeks ago?

"Is he a member of the Meng family?" Gu Xinglan's eyes were filled with inquiry.

He went to the hotel but couldn't eat, hiding under the table because he ran into this person and happened to see that the person had a name tag with the character "Meng" on his waist.

"It's not the same company as your boss."

Li Taihe poured him another cup of tea, his voice flat and emotionless: "He's in the Wushui River right now and can't come. If you put on a good show today, I'll have someone give you a good script. How about that?"

"What kind of show are you playing?"

Gu Xinglan picked up the photo and examined it carefully.

He was only teased by two people when he dressed as a woman: one was Li Taihe, and the other was this person.

"Don't you like watching movies? Just act like the movies are shown."

Beauty and the Hound?

Tunisian films.

Suddenly, a film started playing on the big screen, and the surrounding lights seemed to automatically dim to provide a better viewing experience.

But Gu Xinglan's attention was entirely on Li Taihe.

"This person is dead, but now someone at the auction wants to hold you accountable, so you want me to play a role after being humiliated?" Gu Xinglan said confidently.

“It’s teasing, not humiliation. This movie is just to give you a sense of security. If you’re my woman and you’re still being teased, isn’t it only right that I find someone to teach you a lesson?” Li Taihe picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said softly, “The protagonist of the movie was able to use her courage to fight back and defend her rights. If you can show even a fraction of her spirit, I’ll invite any director you want to make a movie.”

“I’m a host, I can’t act, being a host is good enough for me…” Gu Xinglan glanced away and added in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Li Taihe looked away from the computer screen and stared directly at the person across the table, a half-smile on his face: "Didn't you put on a pretty good show last night?"

This sentence instantly triggered the heart-wrenching, frantic memories of last night, leaving Gu Xinglan speechless.

"I can only accompany you through the formalities." He lowered his head and spoke humbly.

He knew nothing about the auction process; what if there was any danger?

If he dies, what happens to his memories? How will he see Li Hetai again? How will his screen time be increased?

People must have a bottom-line mentality; their bottom line is the safety of their lives.

"As for the conditions, we don't need the movie. I'll bring it up with you after I succeed. What do you think?"

Gu Xinglan stared intently at the person opposite her, abandoning her previous weakness and showing no sign of backing down.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment...

"it is good."

The air conditioning was gone... The person opposite him seemed to have returned to the state of sometimes distant and sometimes intimate that he had been in with him before.

This person is truly unfathomable to him.