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 institution has a larger meeting performance that requires your presence," said the director. "It's urgent and the task is heavy. If you feel you can't make it in time, I'll send someone to take you to the venue later."


Wen Mian had just finished one event, and now another one was being arranged.


After all, she wasn't a donkey; she shouldn't be this tired.


As soon as Director Dong finished speaking, the skeptical look in Wen Mian's eyes was obvious.


The woman took a sharp breath, and discontent was already written all over her face.


"I've been running too many projects and performances lately, if it continues, wouldn't the workload be a bit too much?"


Frequent and excessive performances were pointless for Wen Mian.


At first, she graced the events with her presence out of respect for Gu Zichen.


But now, as soon as she had returned, Director Dong was assigning her tasks again...


Chapter 142: Large Performance_1