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

Everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere at the scene was particularly tense.


Some even set their sights on Wen Mian, and after a while, their eyes flickered with shrewdness.


Uncle Jiu stared at Pei Zhiyao with a smile and said,


"In the end, it's Wen Mian who has the clout; President Pei comes when he says he will."


Pei Zhiyao furrowed his brows and glared at him, clearly not in a good mood.


"Let's hear it, what will it take for you to let Mo Xiaoqi go? She's a media person; it's normal for her to interview and collect information. You, Uncle Jiu, have been in the underworld for so long, do you really have to go against a little girl?"


Uncle Jiu's smile instantly fell from his lips.


But in the presence of Pei Zhiyao, Uncle Jiu didn't dare to talk recklessly.


The two were equally matched in strength, but Pei Zhiyao had a slightly broader network.


Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath.


Chapter 271: Live Gambling_1