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

She felt sick and didn't want to ask any more questions.

The atmosphere became eerie.

The man did not continue to explain his meaning, and ate his dinner leisurely. He put down the fork with his slender fingers, wiped his hands with a tissue, and left the table.

Jian Yan glanced at his back as he left and felt that the dessert itself was a bit greasy. She endured the nausea, finished the meal, and returned to her room.

I couldn't help but sigh in the live broadcast room.

"Golden exterior!"

The unpleasant second half of the sentence was not spoken aloud.

Chang'e: Eh? The host said the male lead's dad?

Chang'e: The male protagonist's father is a ******

Jian Yan couldn't understand what she was sending: "What?"

Chang'e: I clearly wrote words, but why did they come out as asterisks? What's going on?

System: "Ding! It was detected that a viewer leaked information to the anchor. The system has censored it."

Chang'e: What a broken rule! (swearing)

Taotie: Sister Chang'e, if you reveal the plot you will be given stars.

Yue Lao: You are lucky that you were only censored. I was sad that a whole paragraph was deleted. (Holding his hand to his forehead and smiling bitterly)

Jian Yan understood. It turned out that even gods couldn't speak freely in the live broadcast room. Maybe they were afraid that she would know everything and ruin the progress of the next task.

Thinking about the progress of the mission, she lay on the bed, closed her eyes and sorted out the information she had obtained so far.

Carefully recalling the details about the original owner's background, a general outline was formed in my mind.

But because it involves an element of guesswork, it is half true and half false.

The original owner was the youngest daughter of the Jian family in Beijing. She had an older brother, whether he was her biological brother or an adopted brother. This brother liked animals and had a bad relationship with her. He had caused some serious trouble, tentatively believed to be a power grab.

At the same time, in the eyes of outsiders, she also has a gloomy and taciturn personality, which contradicts her image of being able to argue with her brother.

Judging from this, this person is definitely more than what he appears to be and is probably a master at disguise.

A family environment that can foster such a character is definitely not stable. Therefore, there should be disputes and power struggles within the Jane family. This is basically consistent with the speculation that she and her brother are fighting for power.

Jian Yan glanced at the temperature of the fully automatic air conditioner, then turned over and turned off the bedside lamp with peace of mind.

The bright moonlight shone through the window, and she could see the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

The Jian family would be an abyss with no bottom, and she would never contact the people there if she could avoid wading into the muddy water. In comparison, although the Tong family was not comfortable either, Tong Ruixiao was a businessman and had to consider the commercial value brought by the marriage between the two families, so he would not neglect her easily.

After all, the Jian family in the capital of this world is a famous and prestigious family. Their ancestors were involved in both military and political affairs, and their descendants were more popular than the newly emerged wealthy families like the Tong family.

Tong Ruixiao only asked about her going out, opening a shop, and raising a dog these days, but she didn't interfere. She even accused her own son of disrespecting her stepmother. The reason was her background.

If her identity wasn't strong enough...

Jane Yan felt goose bumps on her arms when she recalled the cold tone in his voice when he talked about his deceased wife.

There will never be a good ending.

But it is unknown how long this strong background can protect her and how much she can do in the Tong family.

Song Ying once said that if Tong Ruixiao knew what she had done in the Jian family, she would never let her go easily.

That is, after knowing that she was not powerful in the Jian family, they no longer treated her with respect, and I am afraid they did not even treat her as a worker...

That way, everyone's description makes sense.

A hazy sleepiness came over me.

She buried her face in the air-conditioned quilt, half asleep, and sighed, "What's harder than being a mother is being someone else's stepmother when you're just married..."

……

The next day, Jian Yan went to the store as usual.

She made four or five new products that she had developed the day before and displayed them.

When paying, a boy exclaimed, "Boss, I see that since the opening of your store, the desserts are almost different every day. How do you do it?"

"Yes, I really liked the snowflake crisps last time, but unfortunately they were gone the next day."

The others echoed.

Jian Yan smiled, put the dessert in a traditional Chinese paper box with the store name "Fu Lai" printed in gold, packed it and handed it to the boy.

“I like new things very much, and the same goes for making desserts. I feel the happiest moment is when I taste something new.”

When she smiled, it was like ice and snow melting, infecting the children who felt a little lost because they could not eat the food they used to eat.

They also laughed and said, "That's right, we can try more delicious food this way!"

"Oh my, I'm going to love this shop. Why did it only open when I was in my third year of high school? I can't imagine how cheerful I would have been if I had been able to eat such delicious desserts two years ago!"

The boy took the dessert, blushed suddenly, and asked in a low voice, "Sister, can I add your contact information?"

When the others smelled it, they also came to the cashier counter and said with their heads up, "Contact information, Jiajia."

"I want it too, I want it too!"

A group of high school students, no matter how disciplined they are, there is always a childishness in their eyes.

Jian Yan politely rejected the boy, smiling with a hint of apology, "If I add you, I have to add everyone, and that would be a bit troublesome."

At this moment, a bad boy in school uniform and more than a dozen thugs in black leather jackets approached with sticks, pretending to surround the store.

"Isn't this the son of the real estate tycoon in our second grade who is famous for donating a building to our school..." The boy recognized the identity of the bad boy and did not have a good impression of him.

His friends quickly stopped him and said, "Shh! You're asking for death with your mouth! We can't afford to offend Xiao Wan..."

"My god, what are these people doing?"

"You're not going to kill us, are you?"

"They are obviously coming for the boss, let's not get embarrassed here, let's go!"

The students gathered at the door were so frightened that they cursed a few times and then scattered like startled birds or beasts.

After the other two ran away, they glanced at Jian Yan who was still standing in front of the glass table, and left a worried look, "If you offend him, you will suffer the consequences. I hope nothing will happen to the boss..."

Jian Yan recognized Xiao Wan by the lip stud. He didn't bring his younger brothers today, but he brought a bunch of thugs wearing black leather jackets in autumn.

Xiao Wan stood opposite her with a dark face, took out a wad of money and shook it in front of her eyes, "I'll give you two choices. Either you take the money and obey me, and I'll forgive you and forget what happened yesterday. Or..."

Before she could finish the words "I'll smash your store", the woman opened her lips and spat out a cold word: "Get lost."

Xiao Wan felt extremely humiliated, and his face flushed instantly. "This is the first time I, Xiao Wan, have heard a woman speak to me like this!"

He is the young master of the Xiao family. When has he ever been treated like this?

She was dragged out yesterday, and he was willing to give her a way out today, but she was a rare beauty who met his taste, and he was afraid it would be a pity to slap her in the face.