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

"Don't look at my brother like that," Jian Yao approached her step by step, "Is my brother so scary in your eyes?"

It does not stop at a safe communication distance, but instead means to get infinitely close.

Jian Yan curled up her fingers that were resting on the armrest of the chair, suppressed the urge to stand up, and deeply restrained her panic.

His eyes were cold and distant, with a hint of vigilance. "What on earth are you going to do?"

Jian Yao changed into a black suit because his black mourning clothes were soaked through. He looked solemn and serious, but when he stared at people, he had nothing to do with these two words. Instead, he had the eerie feeling of a reptile.

"I just missed you after not seeing you for a long time. Why, you want to argue with me at Grandpa's funeral today?"

If she didn't understand the threat behind this sentence, she would be a fool.

"The shares are all in your hands, and the family property is all yours, Jian Yao, I don't understand what else you want to take from me."

"I have lost everything under your calculations."

She considered very carefully, with a clear mind and careful thinking, before she said these words in the style of the original owner.

Even if he suddenly revealed his true intentions, he couldn't do anything to her.

Jian Gang, who had lived with the original owner, was dead and posed no threat to her. The original owner's mother, Chen Yufang, relied on her identity as the original owner to ensure that the Jian family would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, so even if she was found out to be not the original owner, she could not be exposed.

There is only Jian Yao, who now has power, has a complicated relationship with the original owner and sees through her identity.

"I never got what I wanted, never..."

The man whispered, looking around the room. The owner had returned, and everything was the same as before, as if nothing had changed.

It feels great.

His mood brightened.

He turned his gaze to her and laughed almost wantonly, "Yanyan, don't you understand? This funeral is our new life!"

Jian Yan was so shocked that he was speechless. His sitting body suddenly straightened up and alarm bells rang in his head.

What do you mean?

What does he mean?

She was so nervous that she uttered two slightly unstable words from her throat, "Mad man!"

What a mentally ill lunatic!

"You shouldn't say that to me."

He stopped in front of her, and used his shiny leather shoes to push her legs apart and squeeze into the narrow gap between her and the chair. This was an extremely dangerous move.

"What are you doing? You—Jian Yao!"

Jian Yan wanted to get up, but he pushed her back down.

She frowned as she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, feeling as if her bones were about to be crushed.

He pinched her shoulders and looked down at her, "The whole world can say that, but you can't."

She gritted her teeth, "I have nothing to do with you, why not!"

"The more you try to hide it, the more obvious it becomes...Are you and I really not related?"

He pinched her raised chin with his hand and looked at her face carefully, "I am your brother."

"Your tone doesn't sound like you're talking about a simple brother-sister relationship!"

She regained her sanity and sneered, "It sounds more like you're talking about a mistress."

Jane was stunned by her words, and then suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha!"

She gripped the armrests of the chair and angrily asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

"Xiao, you're right. You and I still have this relationship..." His cool hand stroked her cheek, "Yanyan, it turns out you haven't forgotten."

"How could I forget! I remember every dirty detail of this family, you hypocrite."

"It's really sad to hear you say that, brother. The dirty people are dead and can no longer stand between the two of us."

He paused, leaned over to whisper in her ear, and smiled sinisterly: "As for hypocrisy..."

"You should know what kind of person my brother is."

A cold feeling touched his neck, and Jian Yan's hair stood on end. He was afraid that he would be strangled to death in the next moment.

"But I can't say for sure. After all, you are not her. I was wondering, are you and her two sides of the same coin, or are you two different people?"

However, this did not matter to him.

No matter who was in this body, he just needed to control her.

This is his private property.

When Jian Yan heard his words, she blurted out all the words she had prepared in her mind last time:

"I don't need to tell you anything. Your suspicion doesn't prove that I'm not myself."

"I did get sick and lost some of my memory, but I believe it's nothing serious."

He felt a little regretful, but didn't believe it. "Lost my memory? That's a shame."

"There are only two of us in this room. Who are you pretending to be so affectionate with?"

"You designed to seduce me and murder you, wasn't it just to throw me out of the Jian family? Jian Yao, you have already succeeded, stop pestering me!"

Hearing this, the man's face changed suddenly.

Now, he no longer doubted the authenticity of her identity. Only Jian Yan, who had truly experienced the incident, knew the essence of this matter.

Jian Yan took in his expression and thought that she had made the right bet.

The original owner wrote in her diary that she had harmed Jian Yao, but in fact, she had fallen into a trap set by Jian Yao. She was unaware when she wrote the diary, and she might have discovered it later, but she had already married far away.

In order to make Jian Gang throw the original owner out of the Jian family, Jian Yao was willing to risk his own innocence and did everything he could.

“I haven’t succeeded yet, but I’m only one step away from success!”

Jian Yao suddenly became angry, his magnetic voice was sinister, and his tall body pressed down on her, close to her face, almost at an angle to kiss her.

But when Jian Yan was about to explode, it brushed past her cheek and reached her neck.

He bit the tip of her ear and said something very ambiguous that made her scalp numb, "Everything I did was for you. You don't know how much it cost me!"

Jian Yan's ears felt hot. She had never expected that he would dare to do such a thing. Her ears felt like they were melting from the hot air, and her neck was trembling.

She pushed him away, stood up, and rubbed her ears vigorously, "Get away, stay away from me!"

"Jian Gang has just been buried and you've gone crazy like this. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"retribution?"

He dug his fingers into her long, slightly curly chestnut hair, greedily sniffing the fragrance of her hair, "Yan Yan, if there is retribution, we will both go to hell."

"madman!"

It is impossible to communicate with this person, he can convert all words into his own language system.

"You scolded my brother, Yanyan, you actually scolded my brother!"

He suddenly became furious and dragged her against the wall. His handsome face had a sinister look on his face. "The last person who called me crazy is buried in the ground today!"

Jane Yan's body shook violently, and she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

No wonder he had to hold the funeral in a hurry. It wasn’t because of the rainy day, but because there was something strange about Jian Gang’s death!

"Jian Gang was killed by you?!"

She forced her voice and couldn't help but tremble.