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

After turning off the lights, she lay quietly on the bed.

But I just can't fall asleep.

I closed my eyes and thought about things aimlessly, and somehow I recalled what happened tonight.

Tong's father and mother seem to have very different personalities, but they can live in harmony, which is different from the wealthy family she imagined.

This family is not like the original owner's family or the world she lives in. It is not centered around men. Instead, Chu Jinyuan is the center of everything in the family.

When Chu Jinyuan spoke, Tong Hai usually listened carefully and nodded in the end.

It can be said that the wife follows the husband.

Moreover, Tong Hai speaks more gently and talks a lot, and is mostly tolerant, while Chu Jinyuan is more decisive, speaks less, and has strong opinions.

It actually seems like they can complement each other's strengths.

She initially thought that this family was just putting on an act for her, but when she thought about it more carefully, it was completely unnecessary.

She couldn't help but think of what Tong Ruixiao said about the relatives around him all having love in their marriages, and she felt that he didn't seem to be lying to her.

I couldn't help but ask: "Have your parents always been getting along like this?"

Moonlight filtered through the window, and she could clearly see the vintage lamps on the ceiling.

"Yes, it's always like this. What's wrong?"

Tong Ruixiao took off his glasses and lay down as well. After hearing her question, he answered.

"I'm just a little surprised that your parents, with such different personalities, can get along so well."

She thought of her parents, who would quarrel over trivial matters and would even fight over big things.

She still remembers that scene——

The father overturned the coffee table, causing glass shards to fly everywhere, and he cursed the mother for being cruel, harmful, and controlling; the mother smashed all the valuables, including the TV, furniture, and vases, and used the broken pieces to scratch the father, scolding him for being dirty, keeping a mistress, and having an affair with questionable women; the younger brother cursed the father and mother for disturbing him while he was playing games, and kicked open the door and ran out swearing; she cried while holding the smashed piano, and when the noise in the living room stopped, she cleaned up the mess on the floor by herself.

Even if they don't fight, the two of them rarely have time to calm down and communicate. They are either in the cold war or swearing at each other.

Marriages between aristocratic families are extremely cold and indifferent.

Once those memories came to her mind, it was so painful that she had difficulty breathing. Jane Yan's eyes blurred. "Then you must be very happy."

"happiness?"

He thought for a moment, and said calmly, "I wasn't very happy at the time."

"It's like a written program. I have to follow certain steps to do things without any mistakes. Otherwise they will be angry and I will have a hard time."

"Even though they ignored me, the transformation process was very torturous. I almost had my legs broken at the beginning."

He was helpless.

His parents disdained him to start a business, as they believed that books and ink were the best and money was the worst. But he was not cut out for academics and did not like the academic environment.

Jian Yan felt that it was better for parents to be controlling than to be indifferent. At least the controlling desire still had some "love" in it, but it was sad that the indifference treated you as a tool and could be sold at any time.

"If it were me, I would rather be restrained in a family where my parents love each other than be free in a cold family where there are big quarrels every three days and small quarrels every two days."

What's even more tragic is that she is not free either.

A complete and utter wretched creature.

He heard something strange in her voice, turned his head and saw a trace of bright moisture sliding down the corner of her eyes.

Thinking of her background, I felt pity for her.

I couldn't help but reach out and wipe away that tear for her.

But when his fingers touched the corner of her eye and she held his wrist, his heart skipped a beat.

Jian Yan's voice was alert and vigilant. Her tear-soaked eyes stared at him, bright and cold in the moonlight. "Mr. Tong."

"Seeing you crying, I couldn't help but want to wipe your tears. It was a bit presumptuous, I'm sorry."

He held her hand in return, their warm palms touching, but without any ambiguity.

His tone was firm, "You have left your original environment, and things will get better."

Jian Yan looked at her own hands. The two diamond rings were pressed together because of her holding them, and they were shining in the moonlight. Such a close distance made her fingers tremble a little.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out because her throat was hoarse.

My heart skipped a beat without any warning... Was it just because of the warmth of his palm?

"Um……"

She responded randomly, pulled her hand out and put it under the quilt, then tightened it little by little, as if she could still feel the heat left on her hand.

We held hands this afternoon, and I didn't feel this panicky feeling of wanting to escape.

what happened?

Jian Yan turned over with her back to the man, her hands on her abdomen, her body curled up into a ball, with a defensive and xenophobic attitude.

Tong Ruixiao looked at the back of her neck. Her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to have a light turned off, dimming little by little.

Why are you so repulsive to him?

After a long pause, he whispered, "Do you hate me so much?"

The voice was low, like a helpless inquiry, and it seemed to be at a loss as to what to do. It was accompanied by a sigh, which was inexplicable and lingered in the ears, making people feel depressed.

The woman listened to his words, put her hand on her heart, and felt her heart pounding.

"I don't hate you, I'm just not used to being too close to others."

"Yeah……"

He wanted to say that she could hug Tong Huaimu, so why did she refuse his touch? When the words came to his lips, he felt ridiculous, being jealous of his own child, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.

"You once said that Xiao Mu doesn't accept other people's kindness, but you have rejected me countless times. You two are somewhat similar in this respect."

Jian Yan's voice was too cold, making people feel rejected, "It's different."

"I just want to befriend Xiao Mu and treat him as my brother and my child. There is no reason and no way I can threaten his interests and safety. But Mr. Tong," she paused and pierced the last fig leaf, "can you say that your kindness towards me is not mixed with suspicion, temptation, and profit-oriented?"

"If I accept your kindness, can I live peacefully?"

"I just want to live a peaceful life and don't want to have anything to do with you and Jian Gang. I don't know what kind of deal you have made, but I will never let myself be a victim and be dragged into your profit field again."

Tong Ruixiao was speechless all of a sudden and didn't know where to start explaining.

He really didn't trust her at first, and he suspected and tested her many times, but it was also to make sure that she would not pose a threat to Xiao Mu again. After all, the evidence of the incident at the bar was so obvious that it all pointed to her...

But she hadn't done anything similar in the past six months, which made him wonder if he had misunderstood her.

As for conducting private transactions with Jian Gang, he did not do such a thing.

In fact, apart from pretending to be close to the Jane family at high-class banquets, they only had some business contacts and had not met in private in the past six months.