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

Pei Zhiyao finished speaking, turned around, and entered the study to work on the project.


Wen Mian's gaze lingered unwillingly, but she still watched Pei Zhiyao leave.


That night, Pei Zhiyao hardly slept at all.


It was seven in the morning when Wen Mian stepped out of her room and passed by the study, just in time to see Pei Zhiyao resting his head on the desk.


The color of exhaustion seemed ready to spill over the screen.


Wen Mian couldn't bear it and eventually returned to her room to fetch a blanket, then gently covered Pei Zhiyao with it.


"You're so busy with work, yet you still have time to accompany me to the venue."


In the quiet interior, only Wen Mian's teasing could be heard echoing.


But she just wanted to do a good deed without making a show in front of Pei Zhiyao.


With that thought, Wen Mian turned to leave.


But suddenly a large hand shot out from behind her and grabbed her wrist.


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