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

"Shameless!" Tong Huaimu snorted.

"Okay, okay, then the honorable Master Tong who cares a lot about his reputation, would you like to accept me as your stepmother or sister?"

She was totally kidding.

The boy just raised his chin proudly, "...I'll give you a probation period first, and then consider making you a regular employee later."

Jian Yan burst out laughing, his eyes narrowed in pleasure, and he put away the medicine box on the coffee table while laughing, "Okay, how many years is the probation period?"

several years?

several years……

Tong Huaimu pursed his lips.

She actually used years as the duration of this almost joking "trial period". Such a long time! She really wanted to become his relative, so she didn't care about his slowness...

"talk later."

Jian Yan was not surprised to hear Tong Huaimu's answer. She was a risk-averse person, so it was normal for her to not have the courage to make an accurate definition of something.

She then asked: "What do you think of my suggestion?"

"The equipment room doesn't need to be changed. I can try not to fight."

Jian Yan chuckled. This kid always spoke in a cocky way, even more arrogant than an adult. He would cross his arms at every turn, and was so aggressive. If he wore a formal suit and entered the workplace, he would definitely be a boss that would make his employees sneer at him behind their backs.

What's more, the messy hair covers the eyes all day long, making the person look even more difficult to deal with.

So she asked, "I see your hair is a little long. Tomorrow is Sunday, and you don't have classes and I'm free. How about I take you to a hairdresser to get it trimmed?"

"Where did this grow?" He didn't understand.

"It's not long. When the sun is shining, you can wear it as sunglasses." She put her hands together and drew a pair of sunglasses for him, laughing and saying, "But we don't lack money for sunglasses!"

"Your words are really annoying. They are not very hurtful but very insulting."

Tong Huaimu glared at her and said, "Cut it if you want!"

It sounded as if she was going to move all his belongings away. Jian Yan couldn't help but chuckle helplessly.

……

At night, Tong Huaimu returned to his room and looked at the cartoon Band-Aid with a white cloud pattern on his face in the mirror with his eyes widened.

No wonder Jian Yan smiled so happily when he put the Band-Aid on it, even Wang Ma looked at him strangely, it turned out that it was because the Band-Aid came with a picture!

This is totally different from his usual style. This is so childish! Only children would use this!

He was a little embarrassed and angry, and reached out to tear it off, but then he thought of something and withdrew his hand.

I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Why is he crying today?

I cried in front of that woman twice, and told her all the time, when did I start to trust others so much?

stepmother……

Before he met Jian Yan, the stepmothers he had met in the wealthy circles around him were the kind who fought with their step-sons for family property and honor, and even spread lies to deceive their husbands into hating and rejecting their step-sons and pushing their own children to the top.

But she is different from those people.

After she came to the house, instead of targeting him, excluding him or framing him, she treated him very well.

It’s really good…

No child who grows up in a wealthy family can grow up like a blank sheet of paper. Even if the family is relatively clean, the upper-class people you come into contact with will teach you what is messy and dirty.

He was used to seeing the dirty things of the wealthy families around him, and he could tell whether the look a person gave him was real or fake, good or evil. He also knew that he had a bad temper, and even if others showed kindness, he would subconsciously think that they had other intentions and hurt them with sharp words.

Therefore, he had few friends since he was a child. The only friends he had were some second-generation rich people who were like fleeting clouds and who only played together. Some of them saw that his father was richer, or they were attracted by his risk-taking in fighting and racing, and wanted to follow him.

If he is the best today, just follow him. If someone even better comes out tomorrow, you will turn around and lick someone else.

They are all pleasure-seeking fence-sitters who go wherever the wind blows.

No one was sincere to him.

Only Jian Yan...she is different.

She was like the mother in a children's book. She looked cold and distant, but in fact she was gentle and tolerant, which made him feel unreal.

Unable to be sure whether she hated Tong Ruixiao as much as he did, Tong Huaimu only knew that she was very gentle to him now and did not implicate him because of this involuntary marriage.

It was something he had never dared to hope for in the past...

I just don't know how long this kindness can last for him.

He closed his eyes drowsily and fell into a deep sleep.

In a huge dark cage.

The boy pounded the cage in fear, making loud "clang" and "bang" noises. His fingernails dug into the rust on the cage bars, and the unpleasant fishy smell made him almost vomit out of stress.

My spirit was on the verge of collapse. Following my deepest memories, I could only kneel on the ground and scream, "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, mom, I won't do it again! I will be obedient from now on, don't lock me up!"

The room was airtight and he couldn't see anything around him. He couldn't see his hand in front of him. His voice was trembling and tears were streaming down his eyes.

"I'll be obedient, please let me out..."

Every minute and every second seemed to last for decades.

This is the most heartbreaking torture.

The boy's voice was hoarse from shouting, his throat was unable to produce any sound, and his mouth tasted blood. He collapsed to the ground, curled up into a ball, hugged his knees tightly, and his body could not help but tremble.

So cold, so sad...

I shouldn't have touched the swing, and I shouldn't have shaken my head when my dad asked, "Has your mom never played this with you?" I should have said, "Yes, my mom often plays with me and is very kind to me."

It was because I said something wrong that my mother got angry and locked me up here.

I know I was wrong...

Please let me out...

The next moment, his head began to hurt, and the woman's sharp and cold voice rang in his ears:

"You are not a human, you are a beast!"

"Do you think Tong Ruixiao would treat a bitch like you as his son? Ha, you are the biggest stain in his life!"

"Look at you, idiot. You still treat him as your dad!"

He rolled on the ground holding his head: "No! No——"

Painful and hideous.

He tried his best to drive away the voice, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

Finally, the terrifying nightmare-like voice disappeared, and his inner voice became stronger and stronger:

"Tong Huaimu, you are not wrong, you are not wrong! She is the one who wants to control you! She wants you to be her puppet to win her favor!"

"It's her and Tong Ruixiao's fault!"

"She treats you as a tool, and Tong Ruixiao treats you as trash. They don't love you, so you should hate them!"

The boy loosened his hands holding his head and opened his scarlet eyes, full of hatred. He gritted his teeth and spoke every word: "Yes, they are all wrong, they all deserve to die!"

His face was covered with tears, and because there was no light in his eyes, his eyes were unfocused, with only a raging hatred burning in them.