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

Arriving at a Qingcheng specialty restaurant, Jian Yan booked a private room.

Since I wasn't sure what I wanted to eat, I told the boss and he served all the local specialties. We each ordered a small portion, but it still filled up two large tables.

The drink was the famous local Qianlixiang Yellow Peach Wine.

Tong Huaimu went to the bathroom to wash his hands, but met his former junior high school classmate.

Zhao Qiang had a red crew cut, was as thin as a monkey, and had a lively personality like a monkey. He came up to him and put his arm around his shoulder, "Brother, long time no see!"

"Oh my god, how dare you dye your hair? You look so handsome!"

"I told you before that you would look great with dyed hair, but this hairstyle is amazing!"

Facing the overwhelming praise, Tong Huaimu's expression remained unchanged, "Oh, long time no see."

"Tsk, your temper is worse than before. I haven't seen you for almost two years, and you didn't even tell me you were coming to Qingcheng. Want to treat me to a drink?"

Zhao Qiang was his deskmate in the third grade of junior high school. He only stayed in Jiangcheng with his father for less than half a year before returning to his hometown Qingcheng. His family became rich by collecting rent from the demolition of houses. The two of them got along well thanks to each other's mouth. The other party was really familiar with people and could chat with them about anything.

Tong Huaimu thought he was making a lot of noise, “No please.”

"You're so disloyal. After all, you sat next to me half a year ago. What's wrong with you treating me to a drink?"

The other party kept chattering.

"A drink for you, you don't need pocket money anyway?"

The other person's eyes widened, "Hey, I haven't asked you yet, who did you come with? It's not your girlfriend, is it?"

"No."

"Who is that?"

"Don't tell you."

Zhao Qiang was very curious, so he put his arm around his shoulder and followed him into the private room.

He kept talking all the way. "If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. I'll tell you about my past two years."

"I don't want to hear it."

"I know you can't wait to hear it. Brother, let me tell you, my old dad has married a new wife... I'm having a hard time now. I can't even afford to eat or drink. It's so miserable!"

Tong Huaimu's ears hurt, and his expression was speechless, "Stay at the door, I'll get you some wine, and then hurry back to your place."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door of the private room was opened, the boy twisted his body and slipped in like a civet cat.

Jian Yan looked up and saw a thin boy, and was surprised for a moment.

"Hello, sister. I'm Tong Huaimu's friend. My name is Zhao Qiang. I'm currently studying at Qingcheng Middle School. I'm very outgoing, have excellent grades, and have no bad habits, except for dyeing my hair. You can call me Qiangzi or Qiangzi. Of course, everyone calls me Brother Qiang, but I don't know how to chop wood or fight bears! What should I call you, sister?"

The string of words came like a machine gun, catching her off guard.

After reacting, he looked at Tong Huaimu beside him, and the other party's face darkened, "He is my junior high school classmate, I haven't seen him for a long time."

Jian Yan suddenly realized.

She calmly introduced herself to the boy, "My name is Jian Yan, Jian means bamboo; Yan means..."

She remembered the original meaning of her name, which was her parents' hatred for her because she was not a son.

I paused subconsciously and gave the name a new meaning, "It means 'yet' as in 'yet to be tired of hearing and seeing'."

Zhao Qiang's eyes widened. "Wow, that sounds nice. It means well-informed. It sounds like cultured! I thought your sister's name was the 'jiancha' in the test data report. I was wondering if there is anyone in your family named 'jiancha'."

Jian Yanwan curled the corners of her mouth.

She has no relatives named Jian Cha, only a younger brother named Jian Tianci.

You can tell from the name that she is completely different.

"Let's eat together. I ordered too much at once and I'm afraid it will be wasted." She invited the outgoing boy.

"really?"

The other party seemed flattered, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Then I will respectfully obey your command!"

He sat down and nodded seriously, "So many dishes, it's easy to waste them."

From standing to taking a step forward and sitting down, the movement was so fast that it was comparable to the flash in the game, so fast that Tong Huaimu only saw an afterimage.

He just wanted to kick this person away. He didn't know whether to praise his insensitivity or scold him for being shameless! So annoying!

Jian Yan didn't feel annoyed, she thought it was very interesting. Only such an outgoing and lively child could play with Tong Huaimu.

The boy must have had a happy childhood and his family had given him a good education. Otherwise, he would not have the courage to be so confident and not afraid of the stage when facing strangers.

She smiled and replied: "So I'll have to ask you to help me solve it."

After that, he added, "It's been a while since we last met, so just catch up and don't worry about me."

Tong Huaimu was upset when he saw that Jian Yan liked people with this kind of personality. He sat side by side with Zhao Qiang, poured a glass of fruit wine and started drinking.

Zhao Qiang nudged him with his elbow and whispered in a low voice, "Who is this sister to you? She's pretty!"

"If she's not your girlfriend, can you introduce her to me?"

Tong Huaimu glanced at him coldly, and uttered a few words from his thin lips, "Dream on."

"Are you a brother? Why are you talking like that?"

Zhao Qiang snorted, feeling very unhappy with the boy's cold eyes, "Too disloyal."

"She is my stepmother."

"spread?"

Zhao Qiang's chopsticks stopped in mid-air. He was petrified and his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He couldn't believe that the cold, intellectual and gentle sister not far away was the wife of his brother's father. "Oh my god!"

The boy was drinking fruit wine and was not surprised by his reaction.

He raised the corner of his mouth in a half-mocking, half-smile, "So I said you were dreaming."

"It's more than just a dream," Zhao Qiang pouted, "It's like plucking hair from a tiger's head. It's really crazy."

He scolds himself more harshly than he scolds others.

"It's good that you know yourself."

"The stepmother your father married when he was alive?" He spoke in a Qingcheng accent, incredulous. "Why is it so popular for old men to marry new wives these days, and marry one who looks so young..."

His father is not young anymore, so it stands to reason that Tong Huaimu’s father should be around fifty years old.

"..."

Tong Huaimu heard the other party calling him "old man" all the time, and the image of Tong Ruixiao flashed before his eyes, which made him feel absurd.

Although his father is a few years older than Jian Yan, but...how did he become an old man?

"Your stepmother is only a few years older than us, right? I would believe you if you told me you were dating a sister."

Zhao Qiang sighed, pretending to be a melancholy literary youth, and said quietly, "Who doesn't love me? It's a pity that my sister won't talk to me."

"What's wrong with you? The whole world knows that you like my sister, okay?"

Tong Huaimu felt that his sudden pretense of being a literary youth was particularly annoying, and didn't want to pay attention to him, "Jian Yan is a generation older than you."

"sky!"

Now it was Zhao Qiang's turn to remain silent. He didn't realize at all that he was a clown.

Not sure if he wanted to protect Jian Yan's reputation or his father's reputation, Tong Huaimu said coldly, "Besides, my father is not an old man, so don't look at people with tinted glasses."