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

"Relax, you're about to go on stage soon. We'll deal with the Music Box issue after we get off," she said. "How does that sound?"


Amid hesitation, Wen Mian's complexion returned to normal.


It seemed that besides this solution, Wen Mian couldn't think of any other way to resolve the issue.


"You wait here for your turn to perform. You absolutely cannot drop the ball today. There's only one hour left before it starts, and not only will musicians from abroad be here, but domestic musicians will come as well."


Only if Wen Mian performed exceptionally well would she gain opportunities for herself.


Wen Mian nodded, her attitude exceedingly clear.


Pei Zhiyao had just received the invitation to the concert.


The man casually tossed it onto the table.


He seemed disinterested in the concert.


Chapter 472 Cultivating Sentiments_1