Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Her eyes were red. "Haven't I done enough? Everyone pointed at my nose and called me vicious. Isn't that enough?"

"Do I have to destroy my humanity to make amends?"

"What a shitty relationship! Is it worth losing my nature?"

She was not an emotional person, but the Nightmare Beast's words hung over her like a shadow, stirring up the pent-up anger and resentment in her chest, and making her eyes turn red.

"I'm not some domineering male protagonist or Bai Yueguang. This is a ridiculous title you gave me!... I never acknowledge it."

"I am myself, not someone else's appendage."

“If I have to throw away my values ​​and my conscience to accomplish something, I would rather not do it.”

Some viewers in the barrage couldn't stand it anymore and comforted her.

Taotie: Don't listen to it, Yanyan baby! It is a beast that controls nightmares! It specializes in manipulating people's hearts. Your resentment and anger will only become its nourishment.

Taotie: It will stir up trouble like this in all the live broadcast rooms in order to absorb the hostility of you, the hosts who are carrying out missions.

When Jian Yan heard Taotie's words, he suddenly woke up as if he was hit hard by a stick.

Nightmare Beast...

It is the mythical beast that controls nightmares.

With just a few words, it can evoke all the resentment in one's heart and make one instantly furious. Its ability to bewitch people is terrifying!

She calmly asked the system, "Where is the mute button in the live broadcast room?"

System: "There is no such button. The host is just a character in the novel and has no right to silence the Three Realms bosses in the audience. You only have the right to temporarily block the live broadcast content to protect your privacy."

What a character in a novel!

Working for others, she was also scolded by the high and mighty gods, who mocked her past and personality...

How humble would she have to be if she could swallow this?

"No?" Jian Yan said sternly, "Then don't even think about me changing Tong Huaimu's fate!"

"The Nightmare Beast has been trying to stir up my anger and disturb me, but you pretended not to see it. Now I demand that it be permanently silenced. If you disagree, then find someone else to carry out the mission. I will just die."

"I, Jane, have never been afraid of death."

Her voice was cold and hard, and she brooked no argument.

This was the first time in so many days since she accepted the mission that she had such a tough confrontation with the system. The system was measuring whether she was speaking in anger or was serious.

After the measurement results came out, the system compromised.

"I'll report it for you here. Please wait."

After a while, the system came back.

The control voice of the [Truth or Dare] live broadcast room sounded: "It was detected that the audience nightmare beast had interfered with the anchor and other violations, and was permanently banned."

Jian Yan's tense expression finally relaxed a little, but just when she thought it was over and let out a breath, she heard the system notification sound.

“Ding! The live broadcast room has been clicked too much, the traffic distribution will be reduced, and the popularity will drop.”

The breath got stuck in her throat, she couldn't swallow it or spit it out, and she felt choked and stuffy in her chest.

Taotie: Don’t be sad, Yanyan baby, I’ve always liked your posts! When I eat more, I’ll upgrade my level, and then I’ll invite all my friends to watch your live broadcast.

Yue Lao: I also support you. It is right to have conscience and emotions. If you lose your conscience, you are no longer a human being.

Jian Yan still likes these kind gods very much.

However, she was upset not because of the decline in popularity. She didn't care about the live broadcast room at all. Instead, she was angry because her fate was controlled by the other party, who easily trampled on her future without any explanation.

The feeling of being unable to break free suffocated her.

Jian Yan: "Thank you for your comfort, I'm fine. It's just that I may be a little slow to warm up, so please bear with me in the future."

Chang'e: Of course, I want to see you return to your world! I am a loyal reader of that domineering novel.

Chang'e: Although you don't like the title of White Moonlight, you are worthy of it in my heart. I'm not referring to the male protagonist's White Moonlight, but your own White Moonlight.

Jian Yan: "My own white moonlight?"

Chang'e: You have always been determined on the path you want to take, right?

Jian Yan lowered her eyes and smiled softly.

……

In the study room of the villa.

The man was sitting at the table, his hair was meticulously groomed, he was wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, he looked very elegant.

Holding a pen in hand, he flipped through the documents and wrote something while saying gently, "I want to talk to you about your stepmother."

"You asked me to come here just because of her?"

After hearing what the man said, a trace of disappointment flashed across the boy's eyes, and then quickly became shrouded in gloom.

He stood in front of the desk, his blue school uniform loose on his body, his slightly long hair almost covering his eyes, revealing the delicate lower half of his face, yet with a sarcastic look.

"What does she have to talk about?"

Tong Ruixiao didn't even raise his head, and just said softly: "She is my wife, you should respect her."

"How did I disrespect her?"

The boy almost sneered when he said this.

He glanced at the young man and said, "In the past two days, I have discovered that you have great ill will towards her."

"She's only been in our house for a few days, and now you're blaming me for her." The boy's voice was hoarse, as if he was angry.

"Tong Huaimu, don't be unreasonable. I'm just talking about the facts." The man finished reading the last document he brought back, signed his name, closed the pen, and gently placed it on the table.

The magnetic voice is emotionless, making it difficult to guess what he is thinking, and it sounds like a storm is about to come.

He looked at his child, but saw his clenched fist. He was a little disappointed with his intolerant character and his tendency to solve problems with violence.

"Do you really think I don't know what you did? Humiliating your stepmother in the living room, threatening her with rude words, and lying to her about allergies."

“I can’t remember ever teaching you that it was okay to be that rude to your elders.”

"Who told you that?" The boy raised his head angrily and blurted out the question.

Before the other party could answer, he looked as if he had suddenly realized something and gritted his teeth: "She must have gone to you to tell on you, I knew it!"

"I haven't said anything yet, but she's the first to complain. What a show of power, so cruel..."

Tong Ruixiao was dissatisfied with his impudent words, and even his usual gentleness was restrained by three points. He warned him: "Tong Huaimu!"

Almost as soon as he spoke, the boy suddenly yelled as if in a stress reaction, his eyes red, "It was obviously her who touched my things first!"

"Dad, why did you only listen to her one side of the story? Why didn't you ask me what happened?"

"You doubt me just based on a few words from that vixen. Am I really not worthy of your trust?"

His questions came one after another.

His lips trembled with anger, and he spoke in a suppressed tone, "I really didn't expect that you would doubt me because of an outsider..."

In Tong Ruixiao's eyes, the boy's grievances were the biggest unreasonable behavior.

He pinched his brows and said impatiently: "Do you really think I don't watch the surveillance at home?"

monitor?

The expression on Tong Huaimu's face was blank for a moment, like an answer sheet waiting to be filled in.