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

"And this, the oil is too heavy—you can really tell that you haven't cooked in a long time."


Wen Mian's face was flush with embarrassment, feeling that the meal she had painstakingly prepared was utterly disdained by Pei Zhiyao.


No matter how salty or greasy, as long as it was made by Wen Mian, Pei Zhiyao could eat it.


Even when Wen Mian wasn't looking, Pei Zhiyao cleaned up the table without leaving a single trace.


This was a meal Wen Mian made for him, and Pei Zhiyao felt he couldn't waste it, or he wouldn't be able to justify it in the future.


Only after the servants had cleared the table did a voice from upstairs come, belonging to Wen Mian.


Pei Zhiyao looked up just in time to see Wen Mian coming out with pursed lips, clearly a bit upset.


Could it be because of what he said just now?


Pei Zhiyao felt a bit awkward and could only come up with an excuse to brush it off.


Chapter 220: About the Concert_1