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

She was really disappointed with his indifference, so she used mind reading to read his thoughts. She originally wanted to get some information and then change his fate through Tong Ruixiao, and stop communicating with him.

But when I heard his inner voice, I suddenly felt extremely sad.

This child has never received love expressed by his parents, and cannot express love because of the trauma.

She... still couldn't bear it.

"Tong Huaimu, do you hate my identity or me as a person?" She stopped in front of him, speaking softly.

It was like a feather flying by, and you couldn't even hear the emotion.

"This question is not difficult. Tell me," she paused, and then said, "It won't affect you in any way."

But the boy still kept his eyes lowered, with the long hair on his forehead covering his eyes, making him look gloomy and unrecognizable.

"If I were not your stepmother but a teacher, would you hate me as much?"

After the words fell, no reply was received.

After a long time, so long that it seemed like a century, the young man finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "I don't hate you..."

"I never said I hated you."

His tone was still impatient, as if he had to speak out of desperation.

If Jian Yan didn't hear what he was saying in his heart, she would probably be deceived by his appearance.

The voice in his heart sounded lonely:

How could she think I hated her? She scolded me for not accomplishing anything and I was just sad... I wasn't really angry.

"If you don't hate me, then why do you say you don't need or want to accept my kindness?"

She sighed, "Which of your words is true?"

Tong Huaimu remained silent.

I believe you have other intentions than you really want to help me. I am afraid to build trust and hope in anyone...

Because I am too afraid of disappointment, I simply give up hope.

"If you don't want to talk, then from now on we will remain at a completely unfamiliar distance without seeing each other or communicating. I hope you will be happy this way."

After she finished speaking, she stopped listening to the boy's thoughts and was about to leave.

He is too defensive, and it is difficult for him to accept myself.

forget it……

Jian Yan went up the spiral staircase, but heard a voice:

"……sorry!"

She turned around suddenly and looked down at the people downstairs in disbelief.

The boy tilted his head back, his hair falling to the sides due to gravity, his peach blossom eyes gleaming with clear water as he looked at her, his mouth corners turned down. His hands hanging on both sides of his school uniform pants were clenched, as if he was enduring something.

He said it again, "I… apologize to you."

Jian Yan was stunned for a moment, then put away the surprise in her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and walked down step by step to his side.

He sighed helplessly, "It's so hard to wait for you to give in."

"You don't hate me that much, do you?"

Perhaps it was because her eyes had returned to their former gentleness and tolerance that Tong Huaimu felt as if he had regained what he had lost.

His nose felt sore.

His lips trembled, and he immediately lowered his head, speaking in a muffled nasal voice, "Hmm..."

Lower your head, like a stray puppy.

Jian Yan raised his hand and touched his head for some unknown reason.

The boy's body stiffened, then he relaxed in acceptance, his heartbeat quickened due to the strange warmth, his lips tightly pursed.

The fingers were pinched tightly.

She said: "Although we are not related by blood, I live in this family and really want to treat you as a family member."

"Of course, you must despise me because I am just an outsider and not qualified to be your family member," she sighed softly, "but I really hope so in my heart. After all, I will not have my own children..."

"……Why?"

He lowered his head and spoke so softly that it was almost inaudible.

"Your father and I are in a marriage arranged by an aristocratic family. We have no feelings for each other, and we are not husband and wife. It is a marriage of convenience signed under a contract. But as long as the family disagrees, I can only stay in the Tong family and have no right to choose on my own."

Tong Huaimu opened his mouth but didn't speak.

Whether she was trying to reassure him or for some other reason, the meaning of her words was clear enough -

She had no intention of establishing any relationship with her father, just ordinary cooperation, and there was no possibility of having children.

Tong Huaimu: "Then I will... just try not to dislike you."

Jian Yan raised an eyebrow.

Finally, there is something nice to say.

She could hear him talking in his heart. It is said that the more dull a person is, the more inner activities he has. This is true.

But she didn't expect the boy to feel pity for her.

Just by looking at his forced and reluctant expression, how could you know that he has such soft thoughts in his heart?

She had observed the boy for so long, and she couldn't imagine him putting on an impatient face and saying with a regretful tone in his heart -

I thought that even if she didn't want to get anything from the Tong family, she at least liked my dad. I didn't expect it was just a contract.

Too pitiful.

I'd rather be with my dad...

Jian Yan and he returned to the dining table, looked at the untouched dishes on the table, and sighed, "Next time, don't talk about something during dinner. It's easy to get angry and leave the table, and even lose your meal."

"Ah."

Tong Huaimu just nodded coldly, with her usual arrogant look, as if the boy with tears in his eyes she just saw was another person.

After an incense stick of time had passed, she could no longer hear the boy's inner voice. But she had completely understood what kind of person he was and would not be fooled by his appearance again.

Since the boy gave in, she let bygones be bygones.

Take the initiative to talk about another topic, "I've never asked you, do you have any favorite dishes?"

"Dish..." Tong Huaimu paused holding the chopsticks, and subconsciously recalled the dish she had made before, "The one with eggplant and fish, you made it before, I don't know the name."

Oh?

Jian Yan's eyes lit up, "Fish-flavored eggplant casserole?"

"Yeah." The boy lowered his head to eat and threw down a cold word.

"I remember it was spicy. Can you handle spicy food?"

She smiled subtly.

"What's spicy or not?"

After getting out of the car, the man strode into the living room. Hearing the two people saying the word "spicy" at the dining table, he asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

He was a little surprised. The atmosphere between the two was still tense when he left, but after a while, it became relaxed and comfortable.

The problem was solved so quickly that he didn't have to say anything.

Jane hates...

Flowers in the mist.

"I was asking Xiaomu what kind of food he liked, and he said something spicy, which shocked me."

Jane replied with a smile.

The boy raised his eyes to glance at her, then looked away proudly, saying disdainfully: "That's not very spicy, I can eat it."

Jian Yan curled the corners of his lips.

After washing his hands, Tong Ruixiao returned to the dining table, listened to the boy's words, and silently took note of them in his heart.

"Chauvin has been imprisoned. I just went to cut off his tail. I have arranged people to keep an eye on him. He will definitely not come out within three years."

He reported to Jian Yan that the matter could come to an end for the time being.