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

"Don't worry, do you still not know what kind of person I am? If I were going to tell anyone, I would've laid my cards on the table a long time ago." As she spoke, Wen Mian waved the hand holding the documents.


Pei Zhiyao saw her smug look and laughed softly, "Alright, I trust you."


Wen Mian put down the documents, sat down and looked at the table full of delicacies, reaching out to bring food to her mouth, "Let me try this, let's see what good stuff you've brought me, hmm~ what's this dessert? It tastes really good."


"Take it slow, don't choke," Pei Zhiyao chided with a shake of his head and a chuckle. "This is no ordinary dessert. It's called 'foreign bean paste cake,' a famous foreign sweet. I specifically asked a friend to buy it from abroad for me."


"True to being President Pei, even the food you eat is different from others, but eating too much dessert will make you gain weight..."


Though she said this, she bit into another piece.


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