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

"You don't look so good, are you okay?"


Wen Mian hurried to the institution, her complexion deathly pale, her palms sweating coldly.


Chen Meiqi just happened to spot Wen Mian's figure by her side.


Seeing that Wen Mian was not in a good state, Chen Meiqi immediately approached her.


The sound of concern arose near her ear, carrying with it a different feeling.


Wen Mian looked up at Chen Meiqi, and in their gaze, Wen Mian quickly shook off Chen Meiqi's hand.


Unwilling to have too much contact with Chen Meiqi, the woman could only respond haphazardly, hastily fobbing off an excuse before brushing past her.


"I didn't eat breakfast this morning and rushed to catch the bus, so don't worry about me."


Chen Meiqi's voice came from behind her:


"Then you should eat something quickly, today is a full day of classes, you know."


As the words fell, Wen Mian twisted open the door to the dance studio and slipped inside.


Chapter 93 Lead Dancer_1