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

He stood up straight, muttering in a tearful voice, "...It's so embarrassing!"

Jane Yan smiled faintly.

"Okay, you won't cry."

"This is our secret, don't tell anyone else."

Sadness is a short-lived flower, but its lingering scent lingers in people's eyes, occupying a large share that cannot be removed or taken away.

Look at his eyes, especially when he has just shed tears. The tears of a sunny and cheerful person will be covered by his high spirits that quickly turn around, and he has a strong ability to heal himself; while a depressed and gloomy person will only add to his sorrow, as if cold water has soaked everything in the world, and the light is so desolate that it makes people tremble.

Her former psychiatrist said that one can tell what a person's inner state is by looking at the way they cry with all their heart. The psychiatrist asked her to look in the mirror when she broke down, and she saw a distorted face through the blurry tears again and again. At first, it was jealousy on the face, but later it turned into hatred that grew like weeds.

When she looked at Tong Huaimu at this moment, she seemed to be able to sense something different from the expression she usually saw on him - inferiority and unworthiness.

He was clearly a high-minded boy, but his tears were sad and suppressed. It was not difficult to imagine what kind of mood he was in normally.

Maybe sometimes one can pretend to be happy, angry, sad, or joyful, but at this moment, Tong Huaimu was like a lotus emerging from clear water, stripped of all decorations, revealing his true state of mind. Jian Yan had experienced similar emotions before, so he could see them clearly.

She said: "We agreed not to argue or even fight with others unless it is absolutely necessary."

"What if... I like it? I can't change it..."

He still spoke incoherently and was crying so hard that he was about to hiccup.

"If you really want to fight or something, I'll find a special teacher to train with you. The empty equipment room next to the villa's gym can be renovated to ensure that you won't get hurt."

She knew there was a venting room with sandbags, but the venue did not meet the needs of fighting, so she proposed to transform the equipment room. Gradually rationalizing his dependence on fighting and replacing it with fighting.

Some things are difficult to change in a short time, and you need to take it slowly.

The best approach is to use another method instead.

Just like an adult quitting smoking. When she helped Si Yanchen quit smoking, she also used candy as a substitute... so that no matter what clothes she wore at that time, she always had a lollipop in her pocket.

"Jane Yan..."

Jian Yan was startled, because she was the elder and the boy rarely called her by her name. Confused, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Why do you want to be nice to me?"

Tong Huaimu held the tissue in his hand, lowered his tear-soaked eyelashes, and lowered his head. His voice was hoarse as if it had been polished with sandpaper, and one could vaguely hear a muffled cry.

"Did you forget? You asked me once a week ago."

"Even if... you want to stay at Tong's house and not quarrel with me, there's no need to do this. My parents don't care whether I live or die, why are you, an outsider, so nice to me..."

As soon as he said this, he regretted it. The emotion faded away, leaving only paleness.

He was afraid that after she heard how unpopular he was, she would no longer want to get close to him...

Unexpectedly, the woman said in a faint voice, "So I have always been just an outsider in your heart?"

"Do not……"

He raised his head to look at her in panic, wanting to refute but unable to speak. Only a pair of anxious eyes were left, palely revealing his inferiority complex that was inconsistent with his words.

But suddenly I was caught in her smile, and felt as if I had fallen into a trap, with no way out when I looked back.

The boy was furious and said, "What's so funny!"

"Since I am not an outsider, then I am your stepmother. Stepmother also has the word mother, and I cannot have my own children, so it is normal for me to treat you as my own child."

"But if you don't want to, you can treat me as your sister," Jian Yan said, looking at him deeply, "I really want to have a younger brother like ordinary people."

She used to have a younger brother, but he and her were disgusted with each other. She was just a commodity that could be sold at any time in his eyes, whether it was to Si Yanchen or some other boss...

He curled his lips and said, "I'm afraid my dad will beat me to death."

Jian Yan exclaimed, "Does your father still beat you?"

In her impression, his father seemed to be a relatively gentle man, but she didn't expect that he would beat his child behind his back.

"I never hit him. He never even scolded me."

"Isn't that good? Why are you so afraid of him?" She breathed a sigh of relief. This really puzzled her.

It’s a bit strange that children would still be afraid and feel insecure even if their parents don’t beat them.

"He hates me, doesn't take me seriously, and doesn't bother to care about me." Tong Huaimu threw the tissue into the trash can. He was much calmer than before, and his speech was relatively normal, but his tone was particularly sarcastic when he said this.

"So that's it..."

Jian Yan's expression darkened.

From her perspective, up to now, Tong Ruixiao has not shown any emotion of disgust towards Tong Huaimu.

She knew that she couldn't judge things by appearances, especially a smiling tiger like Tong Ruixiao. There must be more things that she hadn't touched. After all, the Tong Ruixiao she had touched was the one who was like her, not the one who was a teenager.

Maybe the other party was just pretending for her to see, and naturally would not let her, a wife from outside the marriage, see his true nature.

The boy is a member of this family and of course knows his father much better than she does.

"Let's not talk about whether your father controls you or not. He and I are two different entities. We have different ideas and practices. We won't be like the husband singing the same tune as the wife. You can rest assured about that."

What she said was very pertinent.

"Of course, this also means that no one will force you to accept my restrictions and suggestions."

He smiled with his eyes curved, quite kindly.

Her tone was light, and she spread her hands with a hint of regret, "Even if you don't accept it, I can only quietly find a place to break it, and then pretend that nothing happened."

Tong Huaimu looked at her smiling face and suddenly recalled the first time he ate the food she cooked. He was very hungry that night and when he saw the note she had posted, he thought it was funny and tore it off and threw it away.

I thought I couldn't remember what she wrote at all.

But now I realize that I even remember clearly the cute emoticon drawn at the end of that sentence.

Seems, very cute...

This person is gentle and a little cute.

His face got a little hot, and he turned his head away. "It's broken! Why do you have to say it out loud? Aren't you ashamed?"

"What's so embarrassing about this? If I care about you, I have to tell you so that you can know. Otherwise, if I'm the only one performing a one-man show, it will be broken into pieces and can't be put back together."

Jian Yan didn't think it was shameful to speak out what was in his heart.

Besides, there are too many things in this world that are more important than face.

To survive, one's dignity was trampled upon and one's conscience was wiped out... that was shameful. She no longer had any face to lose, face was worthless.