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

"Who did you make the cake for? Was it the girl you drank with tonight? Didn't you check your phone the whole time? Didn't you see the missed call I made to you when you called me again and treated me like your fake boss?"

His questions came one after another, direct and sharp.

Jian Yan couldn't stand it. She saw a missed call at that time, but forgot about it because she was too busy.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have forgotten to return your call. Mr. Tong, can you forgive me?"

She put her hands together and the dog looked at him, begging.

Tong Ruixiao pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth trembling slightly because of her suppressed anger: "You are like this... it's like I'm being unreasonable."

Jian Yan didn't expect him to think this way, and thought to himself, 'Oh no!

Just as he was about to say the next sentence, she held his shoulders, stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

"Hmm? Hmm..."

The muffled kissing sound was clear and ambiguous in the room, with a sense of panic, helplessness and restraint.

She sighed, "No matter what I do, my feelings for you will not change. Don't always misunderstand me. I actually feel wronged a lot of the time."

"If I was a bad person outside, why would I stay in Tong's house? I could just take the money and leave, and do whatever I want."

"Tong Ruixiao, I sincerely want to stay here and sincerely hope to be your partner."

There was no mention of love or liking, but every word was full of true feelings. He felt more comfortable than ever before, and his restless heart was gradually calmed down, as if the spring water was flowing in a curve. The bright moon in the sky was shining on him generously.

He kissed her back without saying a word, and after a long while he leaned against her forehead and said in a hoarse voice: "...I know."

As the two people embraced each other, the shadows cast by the moonlight on the ground shortened, lengthened, and swayed, like fading waves.

It was already early morning when the raging waves gradually subsided.

Her blurry eyes gradually became clear, and between her brows, she could see satisfaction and a hint of irritation. She reached out to pour the wine, but he pulled her back.

"Don't drink. You drank a lot last night."

She broke away coldly: "Don't bother me."

"No," Tong Ruixiao held her wrist, "This will hurt your body."

"You're so annoying."

"This is what it means to marry me, Jian Yan, do you regret it now?" He never forgot her words and brought them up again at this moment, "Do you regret staying?"

"regret?"

Jian Yan turned around and saw that his eyes were torn into pieces, leaving only the complex emotions that were hidden and endured, which made her feel even more annoyed.

"Are you still testing my feelings? Tong Ruixiao, do you want to cut open my heart and see if there is what you want?"

She turned over and pressed him down, which caused him to hum in a suppressed voice: "Stop it——"

Jian Yan pinched his chin and forced him to look at her.

"Why should I regret it? As long as I am here, it means I am completely willing to be your partner. It's like 'Zhou Yu fighting Huang Gai', one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten."

"Just because I didn't tell you about some of the things I did doesn't mean I don't trust you or have second thoughts about you. Everyone needs their own space, and I won't interfere in your affairs, right?"

His eyes were wet: "I hope you can ask."

The sound seemed to be tainted with moisture.

She held her forehead.

"You said love is about mutual trust, mutual respect, and mutual support, but you didn't do the first one."

The words were stinging and hit the nail on the head.

He was silent for a moment.

"Yes, I didn't do it."

"I envy everyone who steals your attention around you, and I'm afraid you'll be snatched away by them," Tong Ruixiao struggled to cut open her heart, revealing the bloody truth in front of her, "... I don't believe you will be loyal to me."

"In the final analysis, you don't trust yourself."

Jian Yan completely understood his thoughts.

"You think I will be unfaithful to you and attracted to other things because you feel you are not worthy."

Her thumb stroked his brow bone, then lingered on his slightly red lower eyelid: "Am I so noble in your heart? More than worthy of you?"

He stared at her without saying a word, but she could clearly see the look of approval on his face.

"Tong Ruixiao, you will be very unhappy like this."

Jian Yan sighed and wanted to say something, but felt that the words were too harsh, so he withdrew his hand, turned over to the side of the bed, and left only a low, hoarse and cold voice, rational and calm: "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't bother to explain these to you, don't doubt it."

……

Although Jian Yan expressed her feelings, she only wanted to let Tong Ruixiao know that she liked her, but she still couldn't avoid him from being jealous and overthinking.

resignedly.

She really didn't have the heart to cheat in marriage, and they were quite compatible in every aspect, including sex life. She really couldn't imagine what he was worried about, and such a life was a rare good life for her.

Considering that some people are naturally sensitive, she didn't want to talk to him too much. If there was something, she would explain it, if there was nothing, she would keep the status quo.

Time flies by, and January is here in a blink of an eye.

Tong Huaimu’s final exam results are out.

Jian Yan took the report card and almost gasped, "Grade 420! Xiao Mu, you have made great progress this time. I didn't expect it."

“I studied hard.”

"What are you talking about? You studied hard before. You can't deny your previous efforts just because you made great progress this time. I've seen it all!"

Tong Huaimu's eyes were red, and he nodded: "Yeah!"

He thought about what was different this time from the past.

"Oh, my deskmate likes to explain questions to others. When others come to ask questions, I just listen. I hear a lot this way."

"So that's how it is," Jian Yan said with a smile, touching his head. He was now a head taller than her. "Then you must thank him well and remember to show your sincerity."

Tong Huaimu blushed a little: "...Okay."

Two days later, when Jian Yan was designing the room, the phone rang.

It is gold that is not happy.

She looked at the awkward expression of the man beside her who wanted to ask but was reserved, and pressed the hands-free button. The girl's excited voice came from the phone: "Sister, I got the highest scholarship this year! It's 10,000 yuan! I said last time that I would treat you to a meal. Let's go together the day after tomorrow when we have a holiday, okay?"

Jian Yan smiled and said, "Congratulations! It's not easy to get a scholarship. Then send me your address and I'll come find you."

After hanging up the phone, she crossed her arms and looked at the man in the tuxedo she designed: "Okay, are you satisfied with what you heard on the phone? The girl just wanted to treat me to a meal."

"You have a lot of friends," he knew she was outgoing and in order to dispel his doubts, he understood her sincerity and expressed his own thoughts, "...you are very popular."

"Bullshit, you are not popular? The people who admire you at work are circling Jiangcheng a hundred and twenty times!" She was so angry with him that she kicked him with her knee.

So he would only feel at ease if no one disliked her?

What a selfish bastard!