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

Mo Xiaoqi couldn't bear to leave Wen Mian alone there.


Since Wen Mian wanted to drink, Mo Xiaoqi did her best to keep her company.


The two of them sat there until around nine in the evening.


Drunk, Wen Mian even more so clung to Mo Xiaoqi, complaining until late night.


She poured out all the grievances she had abroad, speaking of her numerous hardships.


Mo Xiaoqi was moved by her words, which came out slowly, one by one.


But Mo Xiaoqi was a person with work responsibilities.


Throughout their conversation, Mo Xiaoqi's phone kept vibrating persistently.


Wen Mian caught a glimpse of the caller ID.


Mo Xiaoqi feigned it was nothing and waved her hand at Wen Mian.


"Your boss has been calling you nonstop. If you're busy, maybe you should leave first."


Mo Xiaoqi was very anxious during the conversation with Wen Mian.


On one hand was her boss, urging her to get back to work.


Chapter 173 Mistaken Identity_1