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

"It wasn't until Jian Yan came here that I gradually felt like I had a home. This villa didn't have to be cold..."

Jin Buxi could relate to what he said.

"My sister is the most gentle and kind person in the world. She saved me and brought me back to life completely. She told me that my name means 'I am so happy to see a gentleman'. She made me the first cake in my life. She said to me, 'Don't be afraid, she is here'..."

At this point, she choked up.

“If it weren’t for my sister, I would have dropped out of school or been driven to death by debt collectors.”

"Sometimes I think that I must have done a lot of good things in my previous life, so I am so lucky to meet her in this life..."

Tong Huaimu's eyes also turned red. He looked at her deeply, revealing a smile but a sad look: "We are both survivors."

survivor.

Encountered a soft-hearted god.

The god reached out and pulled them out of the quagmire, and said with a smile: You deserve a better life.

upstairs.

Jane Yan's bedroom.

"You mean Jin Jin calls you uncle? That's normal! After all, you are Xiao Mu's father and she is Xiao Mu's classmate."

She continued to revise the manuscript, drawing while listening to his words that seemed to be casual but definitely uncomfortable in her heart, and answered him with a smile.

"I know," the man paused, holding the glass in one hand and the pills in the other, "but she calls you sister."

She paused writing, looked up at him, and said nonchalantly: "What's the big deal? She called me that when she first met me. You can't ask her to call me auntie now, right?"

"is not what it means……"

He swallowed the pill silently, tilted his head back and gulped down two mouthfuls of water. His Adam's apple slid up and down as he swallowed, which was quite sexy.

"So what do you think?" Her voice was as steady as the lines drawn by a pen. "How can I know what you think if you don't tell me?"

Tong Ruixiao paused for a moment before saying, "I often hear employees get together in the company to discuss us..."

"What did you say?"

She was a little curious, so she put down her pen and listened to him carefully.

"Old man, young wife, and some other words, it's not nice to say."

There was no expression on his face and his voice was calm, but she could see the outline of a storm in this calmness.

It's depression, self-mockery, jealousy and unwillingness.

"We're not that far apart in age! Those employees like to gossip behind people's backs, and their words are malicious. You once told me that many people maliciously speculated about the marriage between the Jian family and the Tong family... I thought you didn't care."

"I care."

Tong Ruixiao placed the glass on the table and stroked the outer wall of the glass with his bony hands. His peach blossom eyes were like a lamp that had been extinguished, dim and without any light:

"Xiao Jian, I'm actually not as magnanimous as you think. I can't remain indifferent... I will be angry subconsciously, but at the same time I feel ashamed of my anger."

"Why are you ashamed? Do you think what they said is right? Or do you think that it is childish and shameful to get angry over something as trivial as age?"

His thoughts were all guessed, and the man felt indescribable shame and bitterness in his heart.

It was like he had completely exposed himself to her, making him extremely anxious and worried.

He glanced at her and said sullenly, "They say you and Qiu Duran look like a good match..."

"Mr. Tong."

She stood up, touched his cheek, rubbed his temples with her thumb, and spoke in a clear and gentle voice:

"Let others say whatever they want, rumors stop at the wise."

"But when I saw you and Qiu Duran standing together," he couldn't bear to see the tenderness and compassion in her eyes. It was like a knife piercing his heart. He closed his eyes in pain and his voice became hoarse, "...I also think you two are a good match."

Jane was surprised.

He had never said anything like that before.

She squatted in front of him, put her arm on his knees, and held his hand in a soothing manner. She rarely looked up at him:

"Manager Qiu and I are not similar in any other way except that we are of similar age."

"But Mr. Tong and I have had in-depth exchanges of ideas, and over the past few years, we have gradually gotten along. We both know each other's character and temperament, and our personality, values ​​and lifestyles are also compatible... These are incomparable."

He was touched by her words and looked down at her eyes which were as clear as if they had been washed by water.

Murmured: "Xiao Jian..."

"Perhaps age, appearance and figure can create short-term passion, but they will eventually fade away with time. Only when the souls match can the fragrance last forever."

Jian Yanwen: "Mr. Tong, are you attracted to me because of my young body and beautiful appearance?"

He shook his head without thinking.

If it was because of these, he would have fallen in love with the original owner of this body before she came into this world.

Say silently in your heart:

I love the light in your eyes, your serious expression when you give me advice or criticize me, your expression when we communicate and confront each other, your seriousness and persistence when you focus on creation, your doubts and disapproval. It is your fragility, your strength, your indifference, your softness... everything about you.

She whispered, "So, my attraction to you has nothing to do with age."

"It was only when I first met you that I thought about your age and identity. After that, I faced you as a whole person."

"You are very good and worthy of my attention."

"I said, as long as your love for me remains unchanged, we will never be separated."

"What does age matter? I never thought much about you being a few years older than me, nor did I think that our age difference would cause a rift in our relationship."

Her words were gentle but earnest.

Tong Ruixiao's eyes were wet, and he was speechless for a long time. He was not good at speaking, and now he was even more blunt than a stone. He listened to the turbulent sound in his heart, but he could not express the surging friendship.

Stroking her hair, his Adam's apple trembled.

Just from this one look, Jian Yan knew that he had let it go.

She held his hand and kissed the back of his hand, with a smile in her eyes: "So, my jealous Mr., can you let yourself go?"

The soft touch of the back of his hand reached deep into his heart, soothing all the jealousy in his body.

Slowly she expressed her feelings: "When I heard you say that you liked Qiu Duran's name very much, I almost immediately thought that you had a crush on him, and I felt very uncomfortable."

"In fact, I have been thinking these days that maybe you prefer and are more suitable to get along with someone like him who is down-to-earth in his work but lively in his language... and I am no longer lively."

"That's why I thought, if you can pay a little attention to me, it doesn't matter if your stomach hurts."

He pulled Jian Yan up and made her sit on his knees. He put his hands around her waist, with a hint of jealousy and possession, but he still restrained himself and didn't use force.