Chapter 163 Coveting His Nephew's Wife

Xie Nanzhi quickly shifted her gaze to the man's face. Startled, she almost instinctively stepped back.

"Wang Jing, no, I should call you Wei Jing. It's so late, what can't we talk about over the phone?"

The man had already walked in and casually closed the door.

He looked intently at Xie Nanzhi, then stepped forward, loosening his tie with one hand. "You blocked my number. I can't contact you even if I want to."

Xie Nanzhi leaned against the table and silently reached for her phone.

Because she had previously lost her sight, her perception was more acute than that of ordinary people, and she could successfully dial a number even without looking.

She stared coldly at the man. "What exactly do you want?"

After three years of marriage, Xie Nanzhi's every move was under his watchful eye.

Pei Jingchuan adjusted his glasses, a mocking smile playing on his thin lips. He suddenly darted forward, wrapped his arms around Xie Nanzhi's body, and snatched her phone from behind.

Watching the call being abruptly ended, Pei Jingchuan's eyes flashed with a fierce and turbulent light. "I knew you would send him to rescue you. Too bad, by the time he arrived, it was too late."

Pei Jingchuan smashed the phone, loosened his tie, grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her to sit on the table.

Xie Nanzhi resisted, raising her hand to slap him, but Pei Jingchuan grabbed her wrist, his strong hands controlling both of her hands, and tied the tie around her wrists several times to secure it.

She massaged his slender waist as if trying to press it into his bones, while he nestled deeply in the crook of her neck, breathing like a greedy ghost.

"Nanzhi, I've said it before, you can only be mine."

Xie Nanzhi was scared. This man was a madman. None of her methods seemed to work on him. "Wei Jing, your uncle and I are already married. I am your aunt. You can't treat me like this."

As if he had heard something ridiculous, Pei Jingchuan sneered, "You think I'll let you go just because you say that? Don't even think about escaping, even if you're pregnant with his child now, you won't get away if I want you."

Pei Jingchuan's eyes were filled with malice; the thought of his wife marrying another man drove him mad with jealousy.

So after leaving the manor, Pei Jingchuan only had one thing on his mind. He wanted her; he had to have her today, no matter what, and make her his woman again.

If Wei Chizheng could marry her even when he was sick, knowing she was his nephew's wife, then what worries could I possibly have?

Pei Jingchuan then took out a pill and said in a sinister tone, "Nanzhi, you will be happy, you will willingly lie beneath me, panting softly."

He forcefully pried open Xie Nanzhi's cheeks and fed the pill into her mouth. He then quickly closed her mouth; the pill melted instantly in her mouth before she could spit it out.

Pei Jingchuan reverently cupped her face in his hands, his gaze lingering on her. "Count to ten, Nanzhi, you'll want me. Wait a moment, and I'll let you go. You'll wrap your arms around my neck, head held high, your long black hair cascading down..."

Just like before, she softened like a pool of water, whispering his name in his ear...

Pei Jingchuan missed her from that time so much that he felt uncomfortable all over, his lower abdomen ached, he couldn't sleep at night, and he lost his appetite.

Finally, he was able to have her again.

He wanted to keep her trapped, never letting anyone glimpse her beauty.

Until he grew old and died.

Xie Nanzhi originally wanted to resist the effects, but she underestimated the potency of the medicine.

In less than ten seconds, she almost lost consciousness. It was hot, indescribably hot. The man's touch felt like a cool and refreshing treasure. She seemed to have lost her mind.

Pei Jingchuan carried her and placed her on Rou Ran's large bed. He leaned down and looked at the woman beneath him, her face flushed, "Nan Zhi, I love you, I truly love you."

"Why won't you give me a chance? I only made a mistake, and I already know I was wrong."

"Forgive me, just forgive me this once, I promise I will never do it again in my life."

"Nanzhi, I promise to treat you well, I'll give you my life, okay?"

Pei Jingchuan kissed her neck, inch by inch, as if he were cherishing a precious treasure, afraid of hurting her. He had never shown pity to anyone in his life.

Xie Nanzhi was the only exception.

He clearly loved her so much, so why did he only learn to cherish her after he lost her?

It was all Xie Xiyan's fault. She bewitched him, she seduced him, and she dragged him step by step into an abyss of no return.

She truly deserves to die.

Just then, Xie Nanzhi murmured in her delirium, "Wei Chizheng, Wei... Chi... Zheng..."

Instantly, Pei Jingchuan's face turned ashen.

He stared at Xie Nanzhi in disbelief, his pupils wide and his face chillingly cold.

"Why?"

Pei Jingchuan angrily rebuked, "Xie Nanzhi, look carefully, who is the man in front of you? It's me, Pei Jingchuan, your husband, your man."

"How could you lie beneath me and call out another man's name? How could you do this to me?"

He stared intently at Xie Nanzhi, clenching his teeth.

He clenched his fists, wanting to punch her, but Pei Jingchuan couldn't bring himself to do it.

Gradually, his gaze became intense. "I forgive you, but only this once, Nanzhi. From now on, you can only be mine, your body and soul can only belong to me alone."

As he finished speaking, his fingertips traced a path up Xie Nanzhi's calf, hooking the hem of her skirt as he continued his journey...

With a sudden loud bang, the tightly closed door was kicked open from the outside.

The moment Pei Jingchuan regained his senses, a powerful fist struck him in the face, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth punch…

If he hadn't suddenly felt uneasy and turned back halfway, he wouldn't have had time to save her.

The thought of the disaster that almost happened fueled Wei Chizheng's hatred even more.

Wei Chizheng lost his mind and threw punches like a madman; at this moment, he really wanted to kill him.

Pei Jingchuan was pinned against the wall, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He had no intention of begging for mercy and said defiantly, "Wei Chizheng, so what if you married her? I was her first man. We were married for three years, sleeping side by side, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. I know every single mole on her body. You are her husband, that's true, but I am also her man. As long as you are with her, you will live in my shadow forever."

Wei Chizheng's hand trembled slightly, his gaze so sinister it could kill, "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

Pei Jingchuan sneered, "Wei Chizheng, then let's see who dies first."

The two knew each other inside and out, and were practically playing their cards right.

They were locked in a fierce confrontation, neither willing to back down an inch.

Suddenly, the woman on the bed behind him let out a soft moan, forcibly pulling Wei Chizheng back to his senses.

He casually released Pei Jingchuan and strode towards Xie Nanzhi, taking off his coat and wrapping it around the woman.

Her gentle voice was like soothing a baby, "Don't be afraid, Namji, I'm here."

Even Pei Jingchuan was greatly shocked to see this scene. He had not had much contact with Wei Chizheng, and in the few times they had met, Wei Chizheng gave people the feeling that he was unfathomable and difficult to get along with.

It's hard to believe he would treat a woman like that; the tenderness and affection he showed her were something even Pei Jingchuan himself would be ashamed of.

Pei Jingchuan was unconvinced. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically, "Coveting your own nephew's wife, Uncle, you're really something."