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

The hall was full of Jian's relatives and friends in the business and government circles, all of whom were well-known figures. Yet he was doing such a dirty thing to her upstairs.

She had calculated that she couldn't go out in such a mess, and she also expected Tong Ruixiao to look for her after finding out she had left.

Jian Yao bit her collarbone, leaving a row of teeth marks. His breath sprayed on her neck, and the wet and hot feeling made her resist. "I don't want to force you, but I'm tired of you being so naughty. What you said really made me angry. I have to punish you."

She struggled hard, but her hands were clamped by him and her legs were pinned to the bed by one of his legs, so she couldn't move at all.

His face turned red from struggling.

The biting and stinging pain on her neck made her feel sick.

She viciously exposed his hypocritical lies and cursed, "When you entered this room, didn't you have already planned it out? Let Tong Ruixiao find out that I have a connection with you, sever the marriage between the Jian family and the Tong family, and make me obey you!"

"Yanyan, you are becoming more and more interesting now. You are so smart that I want to hide you."

Jian Yao held her hands tightly, not allowing her to break free.

But he was still surprised. He didn't expect her to be so strong, even stronger than an ordinary man. He had trained before, but at this moment he was a little out of control.

"The things that can be displayed are dead things, I am a living person!"

Her scolding entered his ears and turned into a word of approval from his mouth, "That's a good idea."

This deep tone made Jian Yan shudder.

She felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet, making her scalp tingle.

"Brother hopes you can stay with me forever. If you insist on not obeying me, making you unable to move forever is also a solution."

Jian Yan was so frightened by his look that she was speechless. She squeezed out two words from between her trembling teeth: "...Mad man!"

"madman?"

He chuckled, and the expression on his delicate, white, almost transparent face became increasingly gloomy, as if shrouded in dark clouds, and his scarlet lips formed a strange arc.

"Yanyan, I've heard you say this word many times today. Is it because you have lost your memory and your brain is broken that you dare to scold your brother like this?"

"It seems that I need to be strict with you, otherwise you won't know who is in charge of this family now!"

He stood up, pulled out his belt and tied her wrists. The belt was extremely difficult to get rid of. Jane Yan used so much force that her face turned red, but she still couldn't pull her hands free.

"No! How could you do such a thing! I'm your sister, I can't--"

The man was very satisfied with the result of his binding, and put his finger on her lips, "Shh, Yanyan, are you screaming so loudly to let all the noble families in the hall see what you look like now?"

As he spoke, he covered it with his palm.

Her mouth was covered tightly by his hand, and she felt the collar of her dress being torn open, exposing her skin to the cold air.

His hands were even colder.

The fingertips slid down from the collarbone, and the nails rubbed out a red line. One leg pressed down her legs, half-knelt on her. He lowered his eyes and glanced at her, as if admiring his prey.

His playful eyes made her feel ashamed, and his wanton actions made her panic. She twisted her body to try to escape, but it was no use.

I wanted to speak but my mouth was covered tightly, my teeth were chattering, and I could only make "wuwu" sounds, tears welling up in my eyes.

Things have reached the point of collapse.

When his hand moved to her calf, Jane Yan was already in despair. She was shaking violently and shaking her head desperately, tears streaming down her eyes, and her pleading sounds turned into sobs because her mouth was covered.

What a familiar scene!

Her soul trembled.

The feeling of powerlessness buried deep in her memory overwhelmed her, and the past washed over her mind like a tide. Shame, anger, resentment, all these surging emotions formed a huge screen, looping back the unbearable past of being humiliated and forced after she was thrown into the brothel.

"Um! Uh..."

She couldn't utter a single word.

His slightly cool body temperature was like a huge ice cage, swallowing her whole and imprisoning her.

His slap landed on her leg, and the pain spread to her upper limbs and then to her heart.

Shame and resentment turned into acceptance after repeated desperate and fruitless struggles.

Gradually, she gave up struggling.

Her brain had gotten used to this situation and had formed a self-protection mechanism. When faced with a strong invasion, it would generate a signal that she could only survive by enduring it, defeating her instinctive resistance from her biological body.

This signal controlled her ability to think and she lay dazedly on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Only two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.

Just like countless times before, she tried every possible means to break free, but in the end she was dragged into the endless abyss.

Whenever the same scenes and situations occurred again, she would spontaneously feel fear, a fear that penetrated her blood like a maggot attached to her bones.

Fear made her unable to resist.

Because hundreds and thousands of memories told her that resistance and struggle were useless and would only lead to more violent beatings. Instead, it would be easier to accept reality.

The body is less painful.

Everyone said that suffering would eventually come to an end and would pass, but she had never seen it.

Even if she tried to bury the past, what had happened was what had happened, and those memories could never be erased. They reminded her all the time of what she had gone through.

Jian Yan was just like before, selling out his spirit and throwing it into the gutter in exchange for less pain for his body.

She saw her own body on the ceiling, a rotting corpse.

It is soaked in sea water.

A hole rotted open from the heart, the blurred flesh was eaten by worms, and the hole gradually expanded. Then the limbs, the head... Every place was hollowed out, and the worms in the dark blue water shuttled back and forth, constantly swallowing the red blood of foreign objects, and the body exposed the horrible white bones.

She died a long time ago.

Died under Si Yanchen's cruel torture, died in the private room of the club, died in the freezing cold river water...

"boom!"

A loud noise was heard beside my ears.

The pressure on her legs eased, and the hand covering her lips was removed. Jian Yan's empty eyes gradually became focused.

Another muffled crash was heard, and Jian Yao let out a short cry of pain, "Ah!"

Jian Yan realized something and struggled to sit up. His whole face was like a dead tree sprouting new life.

Her clothes were torn into a mess and looked ugly, but she had no time to care.

Because she saw two men in front of her fighting, or rather a one-sided fight, with the beating and the ineffective struggle of the beaten man——

Jian Yao was pressed to the ground with his clothes in disarray. He was punched in the abdomen again and again, making short and painful sounds, "Hiss!"

He held his stomach, his face so pale that he couldn't speak.

The other party was too ruthless. In just half a minute, his face was covered in a horrible scarlet blood.