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

Even if he asked the servants, he couldn't open his mouth.

He felt that if he asked, he would be looked at with strange eyes and be talked about behind his back. It would be embarrassing for a young master of the Tong family to ask others about his stepmother, whom he initially rejected.

Jian Yan didn't know what was going on in his mind, but she wouldn't be swayed by his tone. She asked tentatively, "How about this, let's play finger-guessing. If you win, we can skip this topic. If I win, you can answer me why I didn't ask the question at the beginning. Is that okay?"

The boy crossed his arms and agreed proudly. He had never lost in finger-guessing games. "Best of three."

Jian Yan smiled, "One round will determine the winner."

He saw the smile on her face and felt like he had fallen into a trap.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Okay."

He didn't believe that his luck was that bad. He had never lost in a best-of-three game, and he would never lose in a one-game match.

"I said three, two, one, and we both go out together."

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

After Jian Yan finished shouting, the two of them went out together.

As a result, one took out a pair of scissors and the other took out a bundle.

Then she witnessed the boy's defense breaking down——

"How can it be!"

"You must be too slow!"

Jian Yan spread out his hands, with a smile in his eyes, "Don't make excuses for yourself, just accept the defeat, Tong classmate."

Tong Huaimu's face turned red again.

He didn't understand why he lost. He had never lost before when the game was decided by two out of three, but now he lost when the game was decided by one game... There was a 50% chance that he couldn't win!

"Come on, tell me first why you deny my point of view?"

Tong Huaimu: "..."

He held back for a long time, and finally spoke, still with a heroic look: "What you said is wrong. Why do you think you have to say it out loud if you care about someone? Can't you just not say it?"

She heard his words and smiled gently: "But if you don't say it out loud, how can others feel your concern for him?"

He was unconvinced, "Why can't I feel it? I'm not a fool!"

She pulled a chair for him and sat opposite him.

Patiently admonish him:

"A gentleman talks about deeds, not heart. Words and deeds are considered 'deeds', while thoughts are considered 'heart'. Xiao Mu, if you just think about it but don't express it or take action, the other person won't be able to feel your intentions, and will instead feel that you are keeping them at a distance."

The young man remained silent, his eyes drooped, his long eyelashes covering his pupils, as if he was thinking.

"To give you an inappropriate example..."

He said impatiently: "Don't use me as an example!"

"Listen to it first, and refute it if you feel it's inappropriate." Compared to the boy's obvious emotional fluctuations, Jian Yan was much calmer, "But my example may be a bit presumptuous."

He crossed his arms, looking like he wanted to see what you could say, "Go ahead."

Jian Yan: "Do you think your father loves you?"

The boy was visibly stunned.

It seemed as if I didn't know where to put my hands and feet. The arms I was hugging loosened and rested on my legs, then dropped again after a while. I felt uncomfortable all over, as if I was sitting on pins and needles.

"…You ask me how I know!"

He retorted loudly with a stern face.

It was the first time she saw him so helpless, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Her eyes softened, "This question is very simple, why don't you know it?"

"I just don't know!"

"It's because you don't have the confidence, right?" She looked into his eyes. "Why do you have no confidence?"

The woman's gaze was so gentle that Tong Huaimu's heart trembled when he was looked at by her. He blinked his eyes and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his nose.

He was so angry that he said, "Why do you have to force me like this? How can you feel superior by humiliating others?"

"If you think such words are humiliating, it means you think your father doesn't love you, or doesn't love you enough. But why do you think he doesn't love you?"

She could only see the young man with his head down, big tears falling in the air like beads that had broken off the string, but she couldn't see his expression clearly.

It came silently and suddenly.

The silent appearance hides surging emotions. Once those emotions that are usually suppressed are exposed, they burst out like a river bursting its banks.

She stopped talking, opened the drawer, and took out two tissues for him.

"Snapped!"

He knocked his hand away.

She looked at the paper dropped on the ground in surprise, then turned to look at the boy again.

He wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his school uniform, raised his head and stared at her with his red eyes, "…Why do you ask such a question? I don't want to answer!"

This sentence was unlike his usual speaking style. There was not a single sharp and hurtful word in it, and he even tried hard to restrain his emotions. But the resentment mixed in it was frightening.

Such emotions frightened Jian Yan. She pursed her lips and said, "I want to say that maybe he is not good at expressing himself."

"Your father actually loves you very much, but you don't know it. This is the disadvantage of not expressing your concern."

"He talked to me many times, and I found that he is not good at expressing love to his family and children. Maybe it's because your grandparents are also strict people..."

"You don't have to say anything," he interrupted her abruptly, his eyes still red but without a single tear in them. He pulled the corners of his mouth, and said sarcastically, "I know best what his attitude towards me is. I don't need you to brainwash me. I'm not stupid!"

The dark eyes did not have the expression she had imagined, but instead were filled with coldness. The hatred that was engraved into the bones was not formed overnight, and it was definitely not the normal dissatisfaction and complaints of an ordinary child towards his parents.

"How can this be brainwashing? I'm telling the truth..." Jian Yan stammered, and was so frightened that he was speechless.

"I don't agree with your point of view that 'if you care about someone, you should say it out loud', and I don't agree with the example you gave." He stood up with a gloomy face, his hand on the door handle, his tone heavy.

Before leaving, he said, "As for what you asked at the beginning, the teacher taught well and I can keep up with the course. I don't need to use the previous knowledge for the time being."

She came to her senses only when the door was closed.

The look just now shocked her.

Why does Tong Huaimu hate his father so much?

This shouldn't be the case! Judging from his usual behavior, this child is definitely eager for his father's love.

Can……

After a long time, she still felt scared when looking at the test paper in front of her.

I couldn't help but ask the barrage: "What's going on with Tong Ruixiao and Tong Huaimu?"

The audience in the barrage sighed.

Si Fang Xianjun: It’s hard to explain, and we can’t tell you the answer. (Frustrated)

Yue Lao: It’s not that I don’t want to say it, it’s that I can’t say it, that’s the mechanism.

Taotie: Yanyan baby, I can only tell you that the hero in the original novel had a miserable experience, and so far, he hasn’t done anything bad.

Jian Yan immediately grasped the point, his expression stern: "What do you mean he hasn't done anything bad yet? Will he do it in the future?"