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 looked awkwardly at her toes, "I'm here to see your boss, Pei Zhiyao."


The receptionist sized up Wen Mian, her gaze lingering on the coffee in Wen Mian's hand with a hint of disdain, "Do you have an appointment?"


Wen Mian forced a smile. On the way, Wen Mian had called Pei Zhiyao, but not even one call had been answered.


And now, asked by the receptionist, Wen Mian could only shake her head.


The receptionist's eyes sharpened audaciously, her tone no longer as polite as at first, "Without an appointment, I can't just let you in."


The receptionist glanced over at the hall beside them; important people were sitting there, and it was clearly inappropriate to have Wen Mian wait there.


Just as she was about to send Wen Mian away, it happened that the secretary who had gone downstairs to buy coffee for Pei Zhiyao ran into them.


Chapter 65 Humiliation_1