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

When Jian Yan heard this, she almost laughed out loud, but she held it back and acted calm.

Nodding, "That's true. After all, I'm not giving you a compliment."

But in my heart I thought, if it's not a compliment, then it's hypocrisy.

He is really bad at judging people.

The four words "not with you" made her feel incredible. He was such a smart man, but he actually said such a thing.

Is something going to your head?

How could he be sure that she wasn't?

Such emotions were not revealed on the surface. She exchanged a few more words with Tong Ruixiao and then parted ways.

Back in the bedroom, the decent smile on Jane Yan's face gradually disappeared.

She sat at her desk, her mind full of thoughts.

In fact, it’s not that she can’t understand the photo.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance who is the protagonist of the composition, but she is pretending to be confused even though she knows the truth.

She deliberately kept it vague, firstly to get through the embarrassment, and secondly to keep herself out of trouble.

She had never thought that Tong Ruixiao would have any affection for her. After all, love requires empathy. Apart from caring about Xiao Mu, she was not interested in the affairs of the Tong family, especially Tong Ruixiao.

But today, that photo was like a sudden thunderclap that woke her up.

Tong Ruixiao probably has some feelings for her. I dare not say more than that, but two is the most conservative number.

"But, when did it start..."

She murmured, supporting her forehead with her hands, thinking back on everything that had happened since she came to the villa.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she had no way of organizing her thoughts because she had never focused on him.

She only regarded him as Xiao Mu's father, a comrade-in-arms in the united front to help the boy, and the most convenient partner.

Nothing else.

Of course, I don’t know when he changed his opinion of her, or even developed other feelings for her.

Jane grabbed a handful of hair in annoyance.

"I always feel that some of the things he does are beyond my comprehension, but why do I feel this way?"

She thought seriously.

Ever since she was hospitalized for the first time due to menstrual period fainting, she felt that Tong Ruixiao was very strange. He cooked porridge to test her, as if he was plotting against her. But later, everything was fine, proving that he was not plotting against her.

Later, he was punished for not completing the task, and he flew back from abroad in a dusty state. She thought he was afraid that she would die like Xiao Mu's mother, and then he would feel guilty, or he wanted to make himself a good husband. But now she knew that he had done his best for Xiao Mu's mother, and it was impossible for him to feel guilty, and he did not contact any media or leak any news about the contract.

Then there was the fierce kiss and restrained eyes when he found out that she was meeting Jian Yaoshi and they were flirting with each other, the forbearance during the body painting, and the humble begging at the charity banquet saying "I will serve you on his behalf"...

Everything was so wrong.

But she attributed all these irregularities to his plotting against her and his being too old-fashioned and conservative to accept cheating in a marriage of convenience.

Jian Yan suddenly found himself very funny.

In fact, it has always felt wrong, hasn't it?

Just don't want to admit it!

Every time he would find a reason that he approved of and thought was right and apply it to Tong Ruixiao.

Do not accept facts that contradict your own ideas, and do not accept things that are not conducive to your survival.

Deep down in her heart, she felt that if she admitted that he might have feelings for her, she would repeat the same evil consequences as before and die without a burial place.

Moreover, once you determine that he has feelings for you, you will no longer be able to look at him objectively.

Wearing tinted glasses.

Make an already complicated matter even more complicated.

For example, that passionate kiss in the car was not his way of venting his anger, but out of jealousy.

For another example, his reaction when he was tied up by her was not because he was too sensitive, but because of emotion.

Once she accepted this, everything would be revealed to her from another side. But compared to the dark side of things, she would rather see only the surface of the past.

In her heart, love is the most terrible thing. She once indulged herself in it and pursued a person who did not belong to her madly, and thus fell into the quagmire and could never turn over.

No matter whether she feels towards others or others feel towards her, as long as there is emotional inclination, she will feel as if half of her foot is being dragged into the quagmire and is about to be swallowed and drowned by the swamp bit by bit, with her hair standing on end and trembling with fear.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

At this moment, the chaotic knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Jian Yan adjusted his mood, stood up and opened the door.

As soon as she opened the door, a drunken young man threw himself into her arms, "Jian Yan——"

She hurriedly supported him and helped him to the chair, "Xiao Mu, why are you looking for me instead of resting in your room after drinking so much?"

The boy raised his head and looked at her. His face was not red, but his eyes were not clear and focused. "I want to tell you a secret. Can you listen to me?"

His words were spoken cautiously, completely different from his usual self.

Jian Yan thought that he must not be sober now, otherwise he would not have such a sticky and flattering tone.

"You're drunk now, go back to bed and tell me tomorrow, okay?"

She was afraid that he was too drunk now and would say something that she would regret.

"No! I'm not drunk! I've kept this secret in my heart for many years. I, I'm so sad... You didn't listen, and no one likes me..."

Tears welled up in his eyes, but because he tilted his head back, they did not fall. His voice was already filled with sobs, like that of an anxious child.

Jane's heart softened and she sighed, "Okay."

She simply couldn't resist his pitiful look.

I filled a paper cup with some water for him to drink, then pulled a chair in front of him and sat in front of him, listening attentively: "What secret do you want to tell me? I am listening carefully now."

The young man looked at her, his lips trembling, and suddenly he sobbed, tears falling from his eyes.

"Thank you... You are my mother?... Mom, do you hate me? Why do you always lock me up?"

He spoke unclearly and his words were incoherent.

Jian Yan didn't understand, but he had a vague feeling that his mother had not been kind to him in the past.

I took out a tissue to wipe his tears, but the tears soaked the tissue, and they were so turbulent that it made me feel pity.

"Your mother doesn't hate you, she loves you." She comforted the drunk boy.

"You don't love me, Dad doesn't love me either, and all of you hate me... so why did you give birth to me?"

His hoarse cry was like crying blood, and every word was soaked with tears.

"We all love you, no one hates you, Xiao Mu, no one hates you." She patted his back, afraid that he would hiccup because of crying. Infected by his emotions, her chest felt stuffy and she couldn't breathe.

After hearing her answer, the boy fell into a long silence.