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

Almost the moment he came back to his senses, he looked towards the corner, saw the small camera, and his face turned very bad.

“There are surveillance cameras at home!”

His tone was twisted and sarcastic. "I haven't seen it used for so many years. I thought it was just a decoration. It turns out it's real..."

It turns out that the surveillance at home is effective, then why couldn’t he see what I had been longing for for so many years?

It’s not that I didn’t see it, it’s that I just don’t care!

A marriage partner was worthy of him watching the surveillance video, but he, as his biological son, was not even as good as an outsider.

Oh, how ironic!

Tong Ruixiao was irritated by his sarcastic tone, "Until now, you still don't have the slightest sense of admitting your mistakes?"

The boy was incredulous, "Wrong? What did I do wrong?"

"All the things in this house are mine. Why did she touch them without permission? Didn't my parents teach her that?"

"My things were touched by others. Is it wrong for me to be angry?"

"…It's clearly her fault. You should question her instead of me!"

Tong Huaimu was very emotional, his face was grim, and he vented all his resentment towards his stepmother at once.

When the last word fell, his emotions reached the highest point.

But the moment he met his father's eyes, his heart suddenly tightened, and the scrutiny in his eyes made his scalp tingle.

"When did the things in this house become yours?"

The man's eyes were heavy, and every word he spoke frightened him.

These words were like a needle that punctured the boy's angry balloon. His lips slightly opened and his panicked eyes didn't know where to look.

I clenched my hands tightly and didn't have the confidence to explain.

He maintained his hard shell with difficulty, "When you are not at home, the villa is decorated according to my requirements, so of course it belongs to me..."

Tong Ruixiao noticed his nervousness and looked away. In the end, she couldn't bear to be so harsh to him.

She said calmly, "Everything in the house belongs to this family. She can move it without anyone's permission because she is your stepmother and my legal wife."

These words made Tong Huaimu's already ugly face even paler.

He lowered his head and remained silent.

No one knew what he was thinking.

a long time.

Tong Ruixiao spoke again, "You can't just let it go about insulting your stepmother. Go and apologize to her tonight."

The young man suddenly looked up and angrily retorted without mercy.

"Let me apologize to that woman? Impossible!"

His body tensed, he clenched his teeth, and a trace of unwillingness flashed across his eyes.

Why should he apologize to her? He did nothing wrong!

Tong Ruixiao looked at him like this, frowning and accusing, "You are so ignorant!"

"Ignorant? Haven't I always been like this in your eyes?" There was nameless resentment burning in his eyes.

It wasn't until the nails dug into the flesh that the pain brought a glimmer of clarity.

Tong Ruixiao didn't take his words to heart. He just stood up and walked to the bookcase, took out a folder and looked through the documents in it.

She spoke with her back to him, emitting the usual pressure of someone in power.

"You have to apologize."

He couldn't stand it. "Dad, you actually forced me to humble myself and apologize to that woman who was scheming and plotting something bad! What kind of reincarnation of a vixen is she to have bewitched you like this?"

"Tong Huaimu, watch your words!"

Tong Ruixiao turned around quickly.

"A child from a generous family, but you imitate those street thugs and spit out dirty words all day long. Who taught you that?"

The man's usually gentle face turned slightly cold, and his sharp eyes pierced straight at him through his frameless glasses, giving him a chilling feeling that went straight through his heart.

"Over the years, no matter how much trouble you made, I never blamed you, but you have to have some self-awareness. I don't expect you to become a pillar of society, but you can't even behave yourself!"

"You are already half an adult. I don't want to say harsh words to you. It will make everyone unhappy."

"Deliberately making things difficult for my stepmother is already touching my bottom line of tolerance."

A trace of distortion flashed across the listener's face, and his phoenix eyes were covered with shadows. At this moment, a seed was planted in his heart.

Tong Ruixiao didn't know what his son was thinking.

In his opinion, there was nothing obvious that could be found fault with Jian Yan.

To take a step back, even if there was such a thing, even if he disliked her, he shouldn't have been like a country bully and unreasonably vented his malice on her.

Regardless of her identity as the daughter of the Jian family or as his nominal wife, she cannot be treated lightly.

What about humiliation?

"If you have any brains, you should know what I mean."

"Don't let me be too disappointed in you."

The last sentence was spoken with such emphasis that the boy's eyes instantly turned red.

He had never heard his father speak to him in such a cold tone, as if he was disgusted to the extreme.

The grievances overwhelmed him.

The sourness that came up in my nose turned into tears, swirling in my eyes.

He gritted his teeth and didn't let it fall.

Just then, Butler Liu knocked on the door, "Sir, the wife is back."

Tong Ruixiao looked at the young man standing in front of him.

The other party lowered his head, suppressed his anger, and gritted his teeth, "Okay, I apologize."

……

Jian Yan changed into slippers and walked into the living room. She sat on the sofa and drank the hot coffee handed to her by Wang Ma. Because she was preoccupied, she did not notice the boy who suddenly appeared in front of her.

Until that brief "I'm sorry" was uttered, she was frightened and looked up suddenly, spilling some coffee in her hand.

Coming back to his senses, he quickly took out a tissue and wiped the coffee off the coffee table. While wiping, he looked up at the boy, frowning slightly, "Why do you have to say sorry?"

If a kid with his personality said sorry to her for no reason, she would just be alarmed.

Either he had caused a terrible disaster, or he had intended to murder her and succeeded.

She subconsciously looked at the coffee she had already drunk.

Could it be poison?

At this moment, the boy said with a sour face, "I shouldn't have treated you that way yesterday. I shouldn't have lied to you and told you that I was allergic to pollen."

Her helpless and humiliated look made others think that she, as a stepmother, was threatening and bribing her adopted son. She was afraid that he was planning something next, so she smiled and accepted it: "I thought it was something else. I didn't take what happened yesterday to heart."

"I know Xiao Mu doesn't want me to touch the things at home, so I won't touch them in the future."

Jian Yan said this to please him, but to Tong Huaimu it sounded like naked mockery.

He seemed like a cricket placed in a container, having his antennae tickled and provoked. Not only did he have to suppress his anger and hold it in, but he could only lower his body even more.

Further apology, "How could I not want you to touch it? You can do whatever you want with Tong's things."