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

"Quit coffee, eat on time, take medicine... If you don't listen, I won't ask about your illness in the future."

Jian Yan said seriously, word by word.

Seeing his sudden sadness because of my attitude, I felt so heartbroken.

But if you don't say it more harshly, he will still do it.

"If you think I don't care about you enough, you can be angry with me, but you can't neglect your own body."

She grabbed his tie and gave him orders in an oppressive way.

He could have clearly blamed her for his mistakes and gotten angry with her, but he just kept loving her so gently, hoping to get more of her attention by being uncomfortable.

Tong Ruixiao shook his head: "I can't be angry with you. There's nothing wrong with you concentrating on your work."

"I guess work will be over this Friday. Do you have time on Saturday? We can go for a walk and relax."

He looked at his schedule and felt a little disappointed: "I have to attend an economic meeting in the morning, so it will be very late when I get back."

"It's only at night. What can we do at night?" She thought for a moment and came up with an idea. "Let's go see a musical."

The corners of his eyes curved up, and a smile spread across his peach blossom eyes, like stars scattered across the night sky: "Okay."

Come Saturday.

Tong Ruixiao hurried back after the meeting, ready to go to the musical with her, but when he stepped into the living room, he found that there was an extra person on the sofa.

"dad."

Tong Huaimu saw him coming back and stood up.

The young man was wearing a simple black sweater and sweatpants, with a neat and stylish haircut. Having stepped into society, he was much more mature than before.

The gloom between his brows did not dissipate, but condensed into a complex temperament.

"Why are you back?"

"Saturday and Sunday are holidays, I will go home to visit."

In fact, I want to say "I miss you" in my heart, but I can't say such disgusting words.

Tong Ruixiao handed the suit jacket to the housekeeper, being elegant and gentle in his own way. He washed his hands and asked him, "Where is your stepmother? Have you eaten?"

"Not yet. The chef just prepared dinner. She and classmate Jin are upstairs. I'll go call them."

"I'll go," Tong Ruixiao said, pausing, "Is this classmate your secret crush?"

"It's not a secret crush...how did you know? Her name is Jin Buxi, and she knows my stepmother."

The young man appeared to be very relaxed, but when his father's eyes swept over him, he subconsciously became nervous.

Tong Ruixiao was surprised when she heard the name Jin Buxi. She didn't expect that the person Xiao Mu liked was the girl that Jian Yan had been helping. What a coincidence.

I went upstairs and saw that the door was not closed.

Jian Yan was sitting at the desk with a girl with a high ponytail, the two of them were writing something with their heads close together.

He knocked symbolically: "Dong, Dong, Dong."

Then walk in.

"Xiao Jian, what are you doing?"

Jian Yan made a rough sketch with a pencil. When he heard Tong Ruixiao's voice, he smiled and replied, "I'm drawing."

Jin Bushi stood up immediately upon hearing the voice and looked at the gentle and mature man in front of him wearing rimless glasses. The other person's face was somewhat similar to Tong Huaimu.

She realized that this was Tong Huaimu's father.

She was a little surprised: it was not what she thought.

Although I have seen Tong Ruixiao in financial reports before, I don't remember him very well. It is said that a son resembles his father. Tong Huaimu is silent and cold, and there is always hostility in his eyes. Logically, his father should be the same person.

But the man in front of him was elegant and gentle.

“Uncle Tong——” She subconsciously wanted to call him “Uncle”, but then she realized that something was wrong: she called Jian Yan sister, so how could she call her husband uncle?

So he immediately changed his tone.

"Hello Mr. Tong, I am Jin Bushi, Tong Huaimu's classmate."

Tong Ruixiao seemed not to hear the word "uncle" that came out of his mouth, and nodded gently: "You are the girl that Xiao Jian always cares about. I know you."

The two shook hands.

Jin Bushi was surprised that her sister always mentioned her, and she couldn't help feeling happy and sweet.

Tong Ruixiao walked behind Jian Yan and saw her sketching with a pencil on half a sheet of A4 paper: "Are you drawing an ancient building?"

"Well, I promised Jin Jin that I would draw the cover for her book when it's published. This is just a rough outline. We have been discussing it just now."

"You're so serious that I forgot it's already time for dinner." He looked at her paintings carefully. Any scene came to life under her brush. It was truly a masterpiece.

Jian Yan put down his pen and said exaggeratedly, "What an injustice! I have been waiting for you to come back, Mr. Tong."

"That's my fault. Let's go, come back and paint after dinner."

Jin Bushi couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

While eating, Tong Huaimu thought that since he had finally come back, he should open a bottle of red wine and drink it together.

He poured the first glass of wine for Jian Yan.

The second cup was given to Tong Ruixiao, but he refused it.

"My stomach isn't very good. If I take your glass of wine, your stepmother will be angry."

"Not only not very good, it's very bad." Jian Yan glanced at him, "So I told the kitchen to focus on fresh and fragrant dishes today, without any spicy food."

Tong Ruixiao scanned all the dishes on the long table in front of him and commented in a few words: "I feel like an ascetic monk who is practicing with his hair uncut."

"Mr. Tong can also choose not to listen to the doctor." She took a sip of red wine, her tone faint.

"Xiao Jian, you know I always follow the doctor's orders."

Tong Huaimu was originally worried about whether his father's stomach disease was serious or not, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"Dad...you should listen to stepmother. This glass of wine is for me and classmate Jin."

Jin Buxi took the goblet and curled the corners of his lips: "Thank you."

She could see that he was truly happy now. The usually cold man now had a smile on his face, and his eyes were shining with joy.

Then I thought again:

It’s hard not to smile when you’re so happy, right?

If only her family was this happy...

Unfortunately, it is destined not to happen.

The four of them had dinner together. They didn't try very hard to follow the so-called "no talking while eating, no talking while sleeping" rule at the table; the atmosphere was cordial and harmonious.

Jin Bushi felt as if he was not a stranger but a part of the place.

After dinner, Jian Yan and Tong Ruixiao went back to their room to rest.

Tong Huaimu asked Jin Bushi to go to the video room to watch a movie.

After the butler delivered the fruit plate and after-meal snacks, he understood and left, leaving the two of them some private space.

Before the movie started, Jin Buxi said:

"Your family atmosphere is really nice, gentle and interesting, completely different from the serious and solemn wealthy family I imagined."

Tong Huaimu sat next to her, thinking back over the years, he had always been surrounded by happiness, as if his previous melancholy, boredom and hatred were all a dream.

His voice was very low. "Before high school, I never felt that this was my home. I even thought that I was just a poor guy living under someone else's roof. My father and I were more distant than strangers, and all our conversations were quarrels."

"The villa is huge, but it's not popular at all."