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

"Tong Huaimu, his mother passed away, he has a bad relationship with his father, and he lacks the love and care of his family..."

"I hate studying, skip classes, hang out in bars, rebel and fight. Whenever the test results come out, I go to the bar to get drunk..."

The woman sat in the cafe, flipping through some documents, with no expression on her face. Her eyebrows were sharp, and her lowered eyes were dark, like a gorgeous black rose.

"Ah!"

He closed the document with a snap, raised his gloomy eyes and said to the girl in front of him: "Have you thought about it?"

The girl looked at her with a pair of clear but firm eyes like a deer, her voice trembling: "I can do as you say, drug Tong Huaimu and say he molested me, but you have to keep your promise and rescue me..."

Jian Yan stared at her: "I never lie to girls."

The reason why the girl named Wang Ranran was chosen was not only because her sponsor often went to that bar, but also because he hoped to rescue her from the Night Club.

She was still a little girl, underage, and should have had a bright life. It's so pitiful that her life was ruined.

The next day, everything went as planned.

Wang Ranran drugged a drunk teenager at a bar and cried to her financial sponsor that he had molested her.

The man and Tong Huaimu started fighting, and the bar was in a mess.

Jian Yan pretended to know nothing, rescued Tong Huaimu and sent him to the hospital.

At the same time, the mercenaries who received the reward arranged everything for the girl, sending her abroad and escaping the inhuman torture.

It was already late at night when Tong Huaimu woke up.

What he saw was a woman sitting by the bed, guarding him, her head resting on her arms, sleeping uneasily.

From time to time, he would mumble in his sleep: "Tong Huaimu... Fortunately, I got there in time. I was scared to death... Does it hurt? Good boy, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

Less than two years after my biological mother passed away, my father married a stepmother.

He was originally resistant and disgusted with this strange stepmother, but after hearing her intermittent words, his bad mood disappeared without a trace.

My eyes are sore.

She saved him and kept him company for so long, and she still thought about him and cared about him in her dreams...

He moved while wiping his tears, waking her.

The woman raised her head in a daze. There were red marks on her face from lying on the back of her hands for a long time. When she saw him wake up, her expression immediately turned into joy: "You woke up? Does your body still hurt?"

He asked a lot of questions, and his words were short but full of concern.

The boy shed tears.

She curled the corners of her mouth in the dark.

In the following days, she successfully passed Tong Ruixiao's interrogation and did not let the other party discover that she was the one who did it.

As for Tong Huaimu, this rebellious, self-respecting and sensitive high school student, it was easy for her to deal with him.

It’s good to lack love!

If you lack love, you will hold on to the slightest bit of genuine care and keep bumping your head against it like a moth to a flame, until you're bleeding.

Just like...he is now.

Foolishly asked her: "Jian Yan, I got into a fight, don't you think I'm disobedient?"

She put away the usual gloom on her face and pretended to be kind in a dramatic way:

"If they don't provoke you, why would you hit them?"

"If you don't fight and subdue them, people will think you are weak and will bully you in the future."

Tong Huaimu: "Others would call me rebellious, but you are the only one who comforts me with such words. You are so good to me."

She smiled.

Later, Jian Yan suggested watching Tong Huaimu race.

In order to please her, the boy went to the racing track to practice every night, got into a conflict with others, and was taken to the Jiangcheng Police Station for a fight.

After Tong Ruixiao learned about this, he asked the boy to reduce the frequency of racing, and the two had an argument.

He couldn't believe it: "How could I raise a son as naughty as you!"

The boy was immediately furious: "I didn't ask you to support me!"

Jian Yan was happy to see the rift between father and son develop.

After all, if she wanted to share the Tong family's money and power, she had to get rid of Tong Huaimu, the annoying heir.

Tong Huaimu ignored Tong Ruixiao's discipline and still went to practice racing every day, hoping to broaden Jian Yan's horizons by the end of the month.

Little did he know that the woman had already arranged for someone to adjust the angle of the rearview mirror on a sharp turn, waiting for him to fall off the cliff and die.

Although it was raining heavily, Tong Huaimu braked in time with his experience. The car hit the stone wall, he lost consciousness and was sent to the hospital by passers-by.

The woman hated his bad luck in her heart, but pretended to be concerned and kind on the surface.

Tong Ruixiao was angry and distressed when he learned that Tong Huaimu was almost killed in a car accident, so he went to the hospital to visit him.

Ask him why he disobeys and goes racing.

He kept silent.

Ask him how the accident happened.

He said indifferently: "It was raining heavily, and I couldn't see clearly when I bumped into him."

In fact, the boy had a vague feeling that he was being harmed, but he was not sure, and because he wanted to save face, he did not say anything.

Tong Ruixiao said: "You always stir up trouble, Tong Huaimu, you really should reflect on yourself."

In fact, I wanted to care about him and prevent him from getting into trouble again, but the words I said were indeed a scolding.

"I almost had a car accident! It would have been fine if you didn't ask me whether I was dead or alive, but you scolded me as soon as you came," Tong Huaimu almost suffocated, and said word by word while holding back his sadness, "Will you only be happy if I die?"

The man frowned at the word "death" he said, slightly angry, and said in a deep voice: "You still know how to be afraid of death? Racing in the rain, what's the difference between that and risking your life?"

Tong Huaimu gritted his teeth and didn't say a word for a long time. He turned his head away and uttered only one word -

"roll."

Tong Ruixiao was so angry that he trembled and slammed the door and left.

Jian Yan was delivering soup when she ran into the angry Tong Ruixiao. She pretended to be timid and kindly advised him, "Sir, he just doesn't want to be restrained. If you trust me, I can try to control him... He is still a child after all."

Tong Ruixiao said sullenly: "If you want to take care of it, you can do so without my consent - I don't have such a child!"

After obtaining the authority to formally contact and discipline Tong Huaimu, she entered the ward.

Speak to him with pity:

"Why is your father so indifferent? Even though you are injured like this, he doesn't care about you..."

His voice trembled with hatred: "He is a cold-blooded animal! He is not my father, we are strangers!"

The woman then served him the soup she had cooked: "It's okay, a stranger is a stranger. You still have me, I care about you."

He took a sip of the soup and couldn't help shedding tears.

I didn't see the corners of her mouth curled up.

Look, what an interesting scene!

Therefore, Jian Yan took every opportunity to exaggerate the situation, thus shattering the already fragile relationship between father and son.

Tong Huaimu often got into fights. One time, she secretly killed the person he was fighting with, creating the illusion that he had accidentally killed the person.

He entered the police station and caused a stir.

Tong Ruixiao was filled with remorse and anger, and was completely disappointed in him. He shouldn't have indulged Tong Huaimu, causing him to become like this step by step.

But this is his child, he can't just stand by and watch him die.

Eventually the boy was fished out.

All he said was: "Aren't you tired of me scolding you? Okay, I won't say a word from now on. Even if you are sentenced to death, I won't care anymore."