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

She said this without any warning, her tone was cold and depressing, and her mood seemed to change from sunny to cloudy in an instant, as if she fell into a bottomless abyss.

Tong Ruixiao couldn't help feeling heavy in his heart.

I had previously suggested that I accompany her back, but she had clearly refused.

But at this moment, she just received a phone call and said she wanted to return to Beijing.

why?

He subconsciously thought of the last time on her birthday, Jian Yao flew to Jiangcheng to see her alone. This man was entangled with Jian Yan and had bad intentions towards her, which was the biggest stumbling block to their marriage.

marriage……

This reminded him of something that made him uneasy - divorce.

Tong Ruixiao panicked for a moment.

She was confused and wondered if Jian Yao had persuaded Jian Gang, and the two of them were forcing her to give up this marriage?

After all, Jian Yao's success in leading the Jian family over the past two years was obvious to all in the industry. He had a business mind, and the logistics company he founded was also thriving, which was the last straw for the Jian family.

Even though the two siblings had been involved in a scandal in the past, Jian Yao was the only hope of the family, and Jian Gang did not completely ignore what he said.

In other words, Jian Yao had thought of a way to live with her forever. Everything was arranged and he only needed her to return to the capital.

He hid the truth from his family.

Too much thinking leads to confusion. Before Jian Yan's expression relaxed, he had already thought countless times.

His words were strangely calm, and at the same time, they carried a hint of jealousy that he himself hadn't even noticed. "Why do you want to go back to the capital? Was it Jian Yao who called?"

These two completely unrelated sentences, when put together, have an indicative effect.

Almost angry.

Jian Yan looked at the man standing there, his tone still a little dazed, as if he was stuck in his emotions and couldn't get out of it, "Yeah, he called."

When he heard this, his heart sank completely.

It was indeed Jian Yao...

Yes, and only this person can easily stir up her emotions.

There has never been a moment when he was so eager to know the content of a phone call and was so jealous that he was going crazy.

"What did he say?"

"My grandfather died and the funeral will be held tomorrow." She composed herself, but her face was still pale.

"what?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Tong Ruixiao's pupils.

Jian Gang is dead?

"Jian Gang was in good health at the marriage wedding in late August. How could he suddenly pass away?"

He had only met Jian Gang once in the past six months, and the meeting was just false and perfunctory, with no communication.

There's nothing wrong at all.

"He only said it was a heart attack, and I don't know anything else. Anyway, we have to rush to the capital before nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and the funeral will be held at ten o'clock."

He nodded.

"Okay, I'll go book a flight now."

Jian Yan frowned. She wanted him to help buy tickets for the funeral. It was indescribably weird. "You booked it?"

He could see that she had no intention of letting him go back with her, and it felt bad to be excluded when something big happened.

He pursed his lips.

"I'll go back with you. Even if it's an arranged marriage, I'm still the son-in-law of the Jian family. When an elder dies, the younger generation can't miss the funeral."

"Is your company busy?"

"I have to go no matter how busy the company is. This is something I have to do. If I don't go back, the newspapers the day after tomorrow will publish the headline 'The relationship between the Jian family and the Tong family is shaky'."

She was silent for a while, then acknowledged what he said, "You are right."

It is neither moral nor logical to spread such groundless rumors right after Jian Gang's death.

It’s not good for the Tong family, nor for the Jian family.

The next day, New Year's Eve.

The sky was extremely gloomy.

The weather in Beijing was not good, and it rained heavily at the end of January.

Jian Yao did not wait until the agreed time of ten o'clock, but arranged for people to carry Jian Gang's coffin and cover the tombstone at nine o'clock.

The cemetery was chosen in the family cemetery area, next to a tree with a bluestone railing.

When Jian Yan and Tong Ruixiao arrived holding umbrellas, everyone was already standing outside the cemetery in mourning clothes.

With black umbrellas and black clothes, the whole environment is shrouded in deathly sadness.

The cold rain poured down obliquely, blowing through the umbrellas onto people's heels, and through their trouser legs, bringing a bone-chilling chill.

It seems to make the atmosphere even sadder.

Jian Yan thought, these non-direct relatives with the same surname may not know who Jian Gang is, or they may know. In any case, there must be more falsehood in this mourning.

The sound of her late footsteps attracted some people to turn around and whisper, "The young lady is back." Many people looked up and made way for her.

Only the two people in front of the monument did not move.

One is the figure of a woman, thin and her face cannot be seen clearly.

The other person standing in front of the tombstone was a young man. He turned around when he heard this, revealing a pale face.

This face is beautiful enough without any embellishment.

The phoenix eyes were upturned, the eyebrows were thick and painted on the face, the nose was high, and the lips were thin on the top and thick on the bottom, which were pink. He looked like a nobleman walking out of an ancient scroll, and every frown and frown was full of noble charm.

"Yanyan, you're back."

There were obvious bloodshot eyes, as if he had cried bitterly last night, which made people feel pity for him.

However, Jian Yan could tell from the way he looked at her that he was not sad at all at the moment. On the contrary, he was extremely happy.

A hypocritical person.

Jian Yao's gaze shifted to Tong Ruixiao beside her, "Boss Tong is here too."

What a great sentence: “Here too”, Tong Ruixiao sneered in his heart.

He held an umbrella for the people around him with one hand while replying to Jian Yao's greeting.

Jian Yan walked to the front of the tombstone, ignoring the open and covert struggle between the two people, and fixed his eyes on the gray-white tombstone. There was a black and white picture on it, which was Jian Gang's face.

I felt incredible.

Jian Gang died so quickly, he was totally unprepared!

Ever since she came into this world, she had always been secretly afraid of meeting Jian Gang, the feudal patriarch. She was horrified when she received the news that he would be returning home for the New Year. She thought of countless ways to prevent her identity from being discovered, but at this moment, all of them were useless.

Looking at the tombstone, she felt dazed.

If all the relatives of the Jian family had not come, all with red eyes, she would have suspected that it was a trap set by Jian Yao.

She would no longer have to think about how to deal with that old beast Jian Gang, and her biggest threat would only be Jian Yao.

But from another perspective, Jian Gang died, and Jian Yao became the head of the Jian family, so he naturally inherited all the family property.

And swallowed up her part silently.

Jian Yan stared at the inscription calmly, with a sad face, like an extremely filial granddaughter. She looked at the tombstone with tears sliding down her cheeks, "Grandpa, I'm late..."

Behind me, people were whispering and there was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

The heavy rain fell slantingly on the tombstones, covering up the words of those people.

But the voice of the thin and beautiful woman standing beside her with her head lowered could be clearly heard: "Jian Yan, what are you thinking about?"

Such an eerie female voice, so hoarse, that it made Jane Yan shiver unexpectedly.