Spicy Monkey

Five years ago, Wen Mian was branded with the stigma of climbing into her adoptive brother's bed, a finger pointed at her spine.
Everyone said she was an ingrate, unable to appreciate the new life the Pei Family had given her, and instead repaying kindness with enmity.
Only she knew that this so-called favor was nothing but an unfathomably deep hell on earth.
After five years of grinding hardship, Wen Mian had almost died abroad.
When she came back, she was a changed woman, swearing to make every member of the Pei Family pay.
She had thought this was a desperate dead-end gambit.
But unexpectedly, the adoptive brother who had sent her away was like an annoying piece of gum stuck to her shoe, following her everywhere.
She killed, he handed her the knife, she sought revenge, he silenced the witnesses.
Finally, Wen Mian couldn't help it—
"What exactly do you want?"
And that man, who had bided his time for so many years, finally showed his true colors, "Can't you see? I've been doing it all for you."

Marked by My Stepbrother

Wen Mian subconsciously didn't want to pay attention to Zhou Ci.


However, the man had already approached her casually and unintentionally.


Wen Mian frowned, staring at him, waiting for Zhou Ci to speak first.


She really wanted to see what Zhou Ci had to say.


With those short three words, Wen Mian didn't want to respond.


"Indeed, there is something I've been wanting to discuss with you, about yesterday's incident."


For Wen Mian, Zhou Ci's behavior was nothing but scheming.


So obvious that Wen Mian found it unacceptable.


The woman chuckled coldly, still showing no pleasant expression to Zhou Ci.


This made Zhou Ci, who was always attuned to reading people, change his expression instantly.


"Nothing much, I just want to explain that my actions yesterday were because I like you."


For Wen Mian, this was pressure, not affection.


It was behavior that troubled Wen Mian.


Chapter 57 Intentions_1