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

Jian Yan looked at him with an expression of incomprehension, "Why am I angry?"

His Adam's apple rolled.

"I took action against him."

"Oh?" She didn't expect him to say it himself, which made her a little interested.

There is no one else in the world who looks this obscure and sincere.

"How do you do it?"

"I beat him." He confessed truthfully.

Jian Yan said in a gloomy tone: "You can still hit people, didn't you say before that you wouldn't?"

"He went too far."

The man lowered his eyelashes, his expression was indistinguishable, "He seduced my wife in public, and I had to treat him politely before using force. There is no such thing in the world."

"In that case, why are you so guilty?"

The charity auction hall had rows of chairs, and the auction was going on on the stage. He lowered his voice so low that it seemed to sink into the dust, "I'm afraid you'll... be angry."

"I am not angry."

Jian Yan looked at the exhibits on the stage and just paid him no attention, not paying any attention to the past.

The auctioneer explained the auction rules and procedures on the stage. After he announced the opening price of the item, the minimum bid increase, and the trigger price, the auction officially began.

The Dongshan Banquet is the finale and will not be released for a while.

As she thought about this, she turned her gaze to look at the man beside her.

"I've already agreed with you that I won't see him and you won't cause any deaths. Now you're just taking revenge, why should I be angry?"

"Besides, I have no feelings for him, why should I be mad at him for getting hurt or something?"

The higher you stand, the colder your heart is.

This is directly proportional.

He who worries about the world before he worries about himself is a saint, not an ordinary person who only cares about his own interests.

If someone in the world hooked up with someone else's wife and was retaliated against, she would feel distressed, wouldn't she have a heart attack and die?

Hearing her words that were almost like a pardon, Tong Ruixiao did not feel relieved. He always felt that he was so far away from her, and this distance that could not be approached made him afraid.

It was as if he was a person who was excluded from her life, and nothing he did would make her happy or sad.

It was as if she could walk away at the next moment without any emotion, leaving him alone, trapped in the endless dark swamp.

In short – don’t care.

He wanted so badly to grab onto something that her emotions would fluctuate with him.

It wasn't until I held her hand that I felt a sense of reality.

"I believe you."

"Xiao Jian, I believe you."

Jian Yan didn't pull her hand away and let him hold it.

She had become accustomed to his inexplicable hand-holding, as if it were some trigger that made him come closer for no reason.

She didn't care what he said about believing.

It didn't matter to her whether he trusted or doubted her. There was no difference. People's words were hypocritical, and she would not just believe someone's sweet words.

Jian Yan leaned back in the chair, feeling his hand being held, and looked up from where it was held, stopping between his eyebrows, and asked with a half-smile, "Does Mr. Tong have skin hunger?"

Tong Ruixiao seemed to have a hard time answering, with a flash of shame on his face, "...only to you."

What a greasy answer! She got goosebumps all over her body.

This kind of nonsense can be simply classified as a trick to deceive little girls. Men tend to learn this in a set and systematic way.

She found it funny when she thought that if he was marrying a daughter from another family, he would also hold her hand and say such things.

She really wanted to laugh at him and if he was too obsessed with holding hands, he should get desensitization treatment.

Don't do this to her.

To outsiders, it looked like the two of them were deeply in love, but in fact they had just had a fight because of a mistress.

As soon as the Dongshan Banquet started, countless people below the stage started bidding.

Jian Yan was originally involved, but when the prices they offered became increasingly outrageous, she gave up on the painting.

Although she liked it, she had no intention of spending all her money just to own a piece of art.

"Fifty million!"

"Fifty-two million!"

"Fifty-four million!"

"Fifty-eight million!"

The bidding was fierce, and Jian Yan thought: They all have surplus money, so they keep raising the price.

However, not everyone is willing to waste too much money on this. Everyone has a suitable price in mind.

So when the number reached 58 million, no one took over.

The auctioneer shouted, "Fifty-eight million at a time!"

"Seventy million."

As soon as these three words came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

They all seemed to take a breath of cold air.

Jian Yan's pupils shrank and she looked at Tong Ruixiao who was holding up a sign beside her in disbelief.

He's crazy?

He remained silent, and she thought he had lost interest in the painting.

"Seventy million at a time!"

The auctioneer's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Seventy million twice!"

Bring down the hammer a second time.

"make a deal!"

"Mr. Tong Ruixiao finally won this Dongshan Banquet at a price of 70 million!"

This was the last lot to be auctioned, and the auctioneer then said something, and the audience began to applaud. I don’t know if it was to contrast with the previous deathly silence, but the applause was thunderous.

Tong Ruixiao, together with other winners of the auction items, went to the midfield to settle the accounts with the relevant staff.

Assistant Li was not there, so he arranged for the housekeeper to pick up the goods last.

in the car.

Jian Yan said incredulously: "The price is too high, don't you think it's not worth the money?"

"Within the scope of my forethought."

Tong Ruixiao looked at her and didn't think it was a big expense. "It's worth it if you like it."

The calm expression on Jian Yan's face could not be maintained: "For me?"

what is this?

Playing tricks on the princes by lighting beacons?

She remembered what Meng Jiangshu said with a smile when she left, "I'd spend a fortune for a smile." Could it really be that he bought it for her?

She didn't feel touched, but rather weird.

Firstly, she didn't ask him to buy it for her, nor did she say that she liked it so much that she had to have it.

I just came to see the painting and had no intention of buying it. I bid at the beginning just for the fun of being a participant.

Second, the initiative of this behavior is in his hands, and she is just passively accepting it.

She felt that the painting was not worth buying.

As a mature person, you will have weighed the value of an item in your mind thousands of times, and you will not regret or feel bad about the decision you make after weighing the pros and cons.

Since she didn't raise the price and just started to participate symbolically, he should understand that she didn't have any obsessive thoughts.

In this case, there is absolutely no need to spend a lot of money.

Third, she was caught at the event, and the painting also brought bad memories. Even if she liked it at first, she has no idea about it now, which only adds to her troubles.

Don't know what his purpose is.

Spend a fortune on a warning and put it up at home so that both of them won't forget that she cheated?

It is not likely to spend a lot of money just for this reason.

Or does he have some kind of cuckolding/hat/fetish? Does he like to relive the feeling of being cuckolded?

The more Jian Yan thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed to her. Tong Ruixiao's thoughts were too difficult to guess, which made her unable to understand and greatly shocked.