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

After all, Mo Xiaoqi is a member of the Mo Family.


If something were to happen to her, how could Wen Mian explain to her family?


Wen Mian was agitated, clutching at Pei Zhiyao's sleeve and not letting go.


In this critical moment, Pei Zhiyao, with unruffled composure, said, "Then let's begin."


Fortunately, the club had a Go board available.


As the pieces were just getting set up, Pei Zhiyao gave a reminder with a flicker in his eyes.


"To be fair, best two out of three games."


Ninth Master remained unflustered, not believing for a moment that he would lose.


Pei Zhiyao picked up a black stone and decisively placed it on the board.


Both parties were serious in expression, and the previously noisy room instantly fell silent.


Someone took a deep breath, waiting for the next move from the two players.


"It will be fine, Pei Zhiyao is certain to win."


Chapter 272: Setting the Terms_1