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

The woman's sudden roar was hoarse and carried a palpable dissatisfaction.


"You've hurt me today, you're not going to have an easy time in front of Pei Zhiyao!"


Wen Mian remained silent, her almond eyes fixed on every move Pei Qingqing made.


If it weren't for her emotional outburst, knocking the tea table with the back of her hand, the high-footed glass on top wouldn't have suddenly fallen.


The shards had cut her wrist, and blood gushed out, a sight horrifying to behold.


Faced with Pei Qingqing's accusation, Wen Mian chose to look the other way.


The woman quickly dialed Pei Zhiyao's number.


While Pei Qingqing was still causing trouble, Pei Zhiyao had already gotten in touch with Wen Mian.


"I'm still outside; it will be a while before I can return."


Without waiting for Wen Mian to speak, Pei Zhiyao offered a consoling couple of sentences.


But Wen Mian said, "Pei Qingqing is at the villa."


Chapter 120 Wound Treatment_1