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 Site knew just by looking at Wen Mian's demeanor that she didn't want to answer anymore.


He shrugged his shoulders, "Right, there's another matter..."


Mo Site stuffed the invitation into Wen Mian's hands, the black paper adorned with intricate cursive English script.


"The gathering will be at Arlia Hotel, at half-past eight in the evening."


This time Wen Mian spoke, "Okay, I know, I'll be there."


Mo Site and Wen Mian briefly discussed how to deal with the media before he left.


By twenty past eight in the evening, Wen Mian, in a light purple gown, clutching a silver clutch, made her appearance at the hotel entrance.


Her black hair was styled into wavy curls; her delicate features appeared even more refined under the hotel's spotlight, her skin looking fairer.


To complement the color of her dress, Wen Mian had opted for light makeup, with paler brows, which gave her a more elegant demeanor than usual.


Chapter 301 Don't Blame Me_1