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

Tong Ruixiao lowered her long eyelashes to cover her eyes which were red with anger, unwillingness, pain and resentment.

His thin lips opened and closed, "I have never understood why your personality suddenly changed. Whether it was my impression of you when you first came to the Tong family, or the information I found about you later, they all pointed to a different you from now. Now I know."

"I thought you and the original Jian Yan were two personalities in one body, but I didn't expect you were not from this world..."

"Uh--"

He couldn't finish his words.

A pair of hands grabbed Tong Ruixiao's neck as fast as lightning, with such force that it seemed as if he was strangled to death. The pain and suffocation made it impossible for him to continue speaking.

Jian Yan pinched his neck and pressed him against the pillow.

Strangle to death.

At this moment, fear and anger were pushed aside by the desire to survive. She wanted to live!

Only Tong Ruixiao knew about this, and she didn't understand why he dreamed about his past. But if he died, no one in the world would be able to threaten her with this.

Bloodshot appeared in her eyes, tinged with almost crazy hatred, "So, what do you want?"

"Do you want to tell others? I won't give you the chance!"

"I don't want to be pushed into the lab as a monster!"

"You are forcing me..."

She gritted her teeth and pushed harder.

Tong Ruixiao was already seriously injured and had little resistance. In order not to provoke her further anger, he suppressed his instinctive resistance.

His neck was strangled and his face gradually turned blue due to the pinching.

He struggled and only managed to squeeze out a few words between his teeth, "I...will help you, if you...want to stay."

There was no fear or pleading of death in his eyes, but rather an application for a symbiotic relationship.

One word immediately comes to mind – complicity.

Jian Yan looked into his eyes, and suddenly let go of his hand as if she had been electrocuted.

The man fell on the hospital bed, holding his neck and coughing, "Cough cough cough... cough! Cough cough..."

The blue face gradually regained its color.

Jian Yan looked at the person on the bed, then looked down at her own hands, her fingers were trembling. Her eyes were wide open with fear - what had she just done?

Almost...almost killed him? She actually had the thought of killing someone!

How terrible! How terrible...

Her eyes widened with fear, and she said in a panic, "I'm sorry, I can't help it. I really have no other way to go..."

Not knowing what she was thinking of, she suddenly stared at him, her expression becoming distorted with anger: "Why did you tell me this dream? Who are you?"

"I... that's me. I just wanted to make sure - I wanted you to tell me it was just a bad dream and not to believe it."

Tong Ruixiao's voice was sad.

Ever since he woke up, he had been hiding a fear in his heart. When he closed his eyes, he could see her sinking to the bottom of the sea, and his heart was pounding and his breathing was rapid.

He wanted her to comfort him by saying, "It was just a dream. Am I not living well in reality?" Only then could he feel at ease, get rid of that nightmare, and calm his trembling heart.

But she didn't expect...that those were her real experiences.

The moment he realized this, he recalled his past conversations with her. Everything was fitting in little by little.

Because of her experience, her wariness and vigilance toward him makes sense, as does her extreme view on cheating.

Everything is weird and smooth, scary and reasonable.

Even...she often saw someone through him, and he always thought it was Jian Yao. Now he knew the truth.

Tong Ruixiao supported himself on the bed, struggling to maintain his balance. He looked up at her, and his face, which was thin due to injuries, was pale.

His eyes were red, but his voice was trembling: "But your expression tells me that it is not a dream... but a fact."

"This is ridiculous!"

"No one would have thought... How could a dream actually happen... Xiao Jian, I, I had no idea..."

He was in agony.

The woman's lips trembled, and she couldn't help but step back. "How much... do you know?"

The heel hit the chair leg again, and the quiet space emitted a terrifying sound, "Crack!"

"From the time you left that beast called Si Yanchen and went abroad, to..." he said, his hoarse voice choking with sobs, trying to act normal, "to the time you jumped into the Pujiang River and died."

Jane Yan could hardly stand.

Her legs felt weak and she fell into a chair.

It was as if his soul had been taken away, his face was as pale as paper, "How could this happen..."

"How can you see my past? ...How can you!"

"Why did God let you see those unbearable, dirty, painful experiences that make me breathless when I think about them? Why did God do this to me? Why!"

She almost growled under her breath.

She felt like an object that had been stripped of its last layer of fig leaf and placed in the center of the altar for people to see.

Every look the audience gave her was like a knife that hurt her a second time.

God is unfair!

Why treat her like this!

Jian Yan covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking with fear and discomfort. When she jumped into the river to commit suicide, the feeling of being soaked in the river water and choking her lungs spread up again and climbed up to her neck.

It felt like an invisible hand was pinching her, tightening inch by inch. The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming.

Tong Ruixiao felt a pain in his heart when he saw her in pain. He couldn't help but reach out to hold her hand, but her cold body temperature made his heart tremble. "I thought I had such a nightmare because I was too afraid of you getting hurt..."

He deeply regretted that he should not have told her about the dream.

For those who have experienced it, knowing that their dark past is seen by others is a matter worse than death.

But he never thought that something like this science fiction movie would happen to him.

He saw where she came from and her past, but he couldn't bear her pain.

This was a secondary injury to her and was extremely cruel and horrific to him.

Tong Ruixiao never believed in gods or Buddhas, but he prayed over and over again in that dream, praying that the nightmare would end and there would be light...

Because it was too painful.

He was driven mad by witnessing the humiliation of his beloved.

With red eyes, he tried countless times to break out of the dream, tear those beasts into pieces, pull out their tendons and skin them... But he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.

He was helpless, with no place to vent his hatred and indignation. He could only pray and comfort himself that it was just a dream.

Everything will be fine when you wake up from the dream.

But the reality was like a horror movie - it was something that really happened to her, and he saw it for some reason.

"sorry Sorry."

The hand he held was as cold as a dead body. He was terrified and could feel the freezing temperature of the Pujiang River water passing through her hand into his nerves.