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

There was a coldness of disdain in his tone, and the curve at the corner of his mouth revealed a chill.

"Yes, Master."

He sneered, "It's hypocritical, and you have ulterior motives."

Return to the villa.

Tong Huaimu was leaning against the door of the living room, holding a school bag that contained only a few books in one hand and inserting the other hand into the belt of his school uniform.

I watched the woman in a light blue dress take out the dried flowers from the porcelain vase on the dining table and throw them away, replacing them with fresh roses.

He walked forward, his eyes sweeping over the bright and beautiful pink roses.

The roses are blooming brightly, and the water droplets on the petals exude a cool breath, making people want to keep them.

Flowers are beautiful, but they become ugly when they are exploited for ulterior motives.

He said coldly: "You'd better not touch anything in my house."

"After school?"

Jian Yan seemed not to hear the displeasure in his tone. She just smiled and patiently explained, "The living room is already so large and empty. It always feels deserted without any living things. Dried flowers are even more lifeless here. Fresh flowers are different. Their freshness can infect people who see them. Looking at them while eating will also make you feel good..."

A woman's voice is like sweet spring water, flowing quietly and meanderingly into people's hearts, soothing their boredom.

Unexpectedly, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the boy with a cold tone and disgust in his eyes, "I'm allergic to pollen."

The moment the words came out of his mouth, Tong Huaimu saw the smile froze on the woman's face, and he felt a sense of pleasure of revenge in his heart.

Jian Yan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took out the flower and threw it into the trash can, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were allergic..."

“There are so many things you don’t know!”

"Are you okay now?" She wanted to check if he had any rash or difficulty breathing, fearing that he might have an allergic reaction.

But he avoided her immediately, as if she was something disgusting to him.

Tong Huaimu's face was gloomy.

Her cautious tone made his heart, which had just been happy, suddenly blocked and upset, and he couldn't tell why.

Perhaps it was the embarrassment that flashed across her face, or perhaps it was the disappointment in her eyes that made him think of something.

He ignited more anger in his heart, and then he spoke like a sword, stabbing directly at this clumsy woman who was trying to please him: "Don't do this useless work, you can't buy me off!"

"I never thought of buying you off."

"You're quite good at pretending. If you're not trying to bribe me, then who are you pretending for? You're using such a cheap method to show off your so-called maternal love? Aren't you just trying to make me recognize you as my mother?"

"How many days have you been at the Tong family?"

His sarcasm was too obvious.

The blunt and blunt disgust that is unique to young people is the most hurtful.

Jian Yan curled up her fingers that were hanging by her side. Her good intentions were misinterpreted, but she couldn't explain it because the other party wouldn't listen.

So powerless!

She didn't like this feeling.

"You don't even need to think about it. My dad is such a person, how can he not see what you want to do? If you want to continue doing these nonsense, then it's up to you."

"But I warn you, just because you marry into this family doesn't mean you can be my mother. I, Tong Huaimu, will not acknowledge you!"

His voice was filled with gnashing teeth. "My mother has only been gone for two years. Why do you think you can replace her..."

When Jian Yan heard this, she suddenly looked up at him and saw his slightly red eyes. The boy's angry and sad look while trying to hold back the pain made her want to take a closer look.

"It's fine if it's just a few flowers today, but if it turns into something else that shouldn't be touched tomorrow, huh."

He said these two words and went upstairs with his schoolbag.

Behind him, the scheming evil mother in his eyes shed two lines of tears in grievance, deliberately letting the surveillance camera in the corner capture them. Gently wiping away the moisture at the corner of her eyes, she remained silent and made people feel distressed.

Taotie: Ahhhhh, I'm so mad, this damn kid, don't be sad, Yanyan baby, he is really annoying!

Jian Yan: "I'm not sad, I just can't control my tears. When I get emotional, whether I'm happy or angry, I want to cry."

It's not tear incontinence.

It's fake.

She tells different stories to different people and no one believes her.

After the young master went upstairs, Wang Ma heaved a sigh of relief and came out from the corner. This ancestor is always like this, with a bad temper and moody.

I feel terrified every time I face him.

Looking at the young stepmother again, she squatted on the ground, silently picking up the fallen rose petals, with her hair tied up and wisps hanging down in front of her forehead, her thick eyebrows drooping, and her whole body looking a little lonely. Her white hands holding the petals, there is a kind of beautiful and suffocating sadness.

She felt heartbroken.

I couldn't help but comfort her: "Madam, don't be sad. The young master treats everyone like this, not just you."

At the end, he added in a low voice to defend her, "Young Master's words are really hurtful."

Jian Yan looked up at her, and forced a curl of his lips towards the maid who was trying to comfort her.

"It's okay. Xiao Mu doesn't like me. I can understand."

He looked stubborn, as if he had already digested those words.

"He is young, and I should tolerate him out of both emotion and reason."

Her lower eyelids were slightly red, as if she was holding back tears, which made people feel pity for her.

"Oh, if only the young master could understand." Unfortunately, you will have to keep tolerating his stubborn character.

Wang Ma didn't say the second half of her sentence, she swallowed it. She just felt sorry for her, a good girl was wronged like this.

"Auntie Wang, do you think I shouldn't do this?... I didn't expect Xiao Mu was allergic to pollen." She lowered her eyes, looking at the brightly blooming roses thrown into the trash can, her voice muffled.

"Madam, I have something to tell you, but please don't get angry when you hear it." Aunt Wang hesitated to speak.

"Please speak, Madam Wang."

Wang Ma glanced around and saw that there was no one around, then whispered to her, "Young Master, he is not allergic to anything."

As expected. Jian Yan sneered in his heart.

But she pretended to be surprised and looked at the other person in disbelief, "But Xiaomu...he said..."

"The reason why the young master said this is because he is afraid that his wife will change the furnishings in the villa. He likes the current look. We servants have to remember clearly what is placed where, and we cannot change anything."

Jian Yan took a look at the arrangement of objects in the living room and asked in a somewhat difficult-to-speak way, "Does Xiao Mu have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"The young master can't let go of his mother. All the furnishings here are from when his wife was still alive."

Jian Yan just opened his lips slightly and asked calmly: "Is it the same for you, sir?"

This is why these three words are thought-provoking.

It can be understood as "I can't let go of my deceased wife" or "I also like this display."

"The master asked us to change it before, but the young master got so angry that he smashed all those expensive bottles and jars, making the whole house a mess."

"From then on, the master didn't care anymore. Everything was up to the young master."