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

Startled by the sound, Liang Yu looked up in surprise.


Little did she know, all the expressions on her face were but a performance by Liang Yu.


Liang Yu stared at Pei Zhiyao for a long while, and when the man didn't speak, Liang Yu took the initiative to strike up a conversation.


However, this time Liang Yu had learned to maintain a distance from Pei Zhiyao.


She stepped back, and within an appropriate range, the conversation with Pei Zhiyao seemed much more relaxed.


Pei Zhiyao had already developed a conditioned reflex of resistance towards Liang Yu.


The man pondered for a moment, and didn't really want to pay attention to her.


But the more normal Liang Yu behaved, calm and composed, the more generous she seemed.


If he resisted, wouldn't he appear petty?


Pei Zhiyao leaned against the wall, maintaining a safe distance.


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