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

Wen Mian curled her lips, uninterested in Father Pei's ideas.


What she cared about was what would become of Pei Zhiyao in the future.


"Forget it, when Pei Zhiyao gets back, if he wants to tell me, he can tell me to my face. I won't ask anymore."


From their last conversation, it was clear that Pei Zhiyao held a lot of mistrust towards Wen Mian.


Pei Zhiyao was planning to hand over the projects to Zhao Moxuan.


But he sat down as if he were on familiar ground, as though the office would soon be his own.


It had a rather provocative look that was impossible to ignore.


Both men themselves, even Pei Zhiyao, reluctant as he was to engage, could see the other's motives.


"I suppose I should be calling you uncle, right? Once I'm fully married to Qingqing, we'll be family."


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