Chapter 173 So Wei Jing was that scumbag after all.

Xie Nanzhi looked toward the direction of the sound, but it was too dark for her to see anyone.

As the voice drew closer, Pei Jingchuan sat down beside her, his slender fingers touching her cheek. Xie Nanzhi abruptly turned her head away.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

Pei Jingchuan was all too familiar with this kind of gaze. Back then, she had looked at him with the same look of disgust, as if he were a rotten fish in a ditch, and she felt nauseous just looking at him.

Now, he has a different identity. He is no longer the man who hurt her. He is the heir designated by the Wei family and will soon become the most noble man in China. Why does she still look at him with such eyes?

Pei Jingchuan was burning with anger, but he tried his best to control his emotions.

"You don't like my hands, but you like Wei Chizheng's hands, right?"

Pei Jingchuan lay down on his side, pressing close to Xie Nanzhi and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Nanzhi, do you know how I felt when I saw you two having sex in the car outside the hotel that day? I was insanely jealous, and I wanted to kill him so badly."

"You should be mine, only I should be able to have you. What right does he have to touch you? What right does he have?"

Perverted, insane.

Wei Jing not only resembles the deceased Pei Jingchuan in his back view, but also in his hysterical madness.

Therefore, feelings don't lie.

Anyone Xie Nanzhi wanted to distance herself from upon their first meeting is definitely not a good person.

Xie Nanzhi gritted her teeth and coldly rebuked, "Wei Jing, you're a madman. Wei Chizheng is your uncle, and I'm his wife, your aunt. If you do this, the old man won't let you off the hook."

Pei Jingchuan laughed loudly as if he had heard something hilarious. Then, his tone suddenly changed, and his voice became as cold as winter, "Uncle? If you knew how he treated me, you wouldn't think what I did was so outrageous. As for whether Grandpa will let me off the hook, the answer is definitely yes. Because soon, I will be the only direct descendant in the Wei family. Don't even mention me messing with Uncle's wife; even if I create a huge hole in the sky, Grandpa will cover for me."

Xie Nanzhi didn't listen to anything else, except for one sentence.

Xie Nanzhi opened her eyes wide and asked nervously in the darkness, "What do you mean? What do you mean that soon the Wei family will only have you as their direct bloodline?"

Pei Jingchuan stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed. "It seems you don't know yet, Wei Chizheng is dying. When I took you away, he was in the hospital being resuscitated, and I don't know if he can make it. But it doesn't matter, even if he barely survives this time, he won't live for more than half a month."

Xie Nanzhi's pupils dilated, and her heart skipped a beat. "Impossible."

Pei Jingchuan gloated, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Nothing is impossible. Wei Chizheng has had a strange illness since childhood, the only one of its kind in the world. Doctors said a long time ago that he wouldn't live past thirty."

As his bedmate, he didn't even tell you he had a terminal illness, so it seems he didn't value you at all. A man who's about to die tricked you into marriage, deceived your feelings, and deceived your body. Nanzhi, do you really think such an irresponsible man truly loves you?

He's just playing with you; to him, you're just a toy to kill his boredom. Only you would fall so deeply into it, being completely manipulated by a dying man.

After saying that, Pei Jingchuan moved closer to her face.

A warm breath brushed against her cheek, making the white downy hairs stand on end. Pei Jingchuan gazed at her intently, "Nanzhi, in this world, only I truly love you. Only me, do you understand?"

Xie Nanzhi couldn't hear a word he said.

Right now, there's only one thing on my mind.

Wei Chizheng is going to die; he won't live much longer...

She remembered his body temperature, which was far below normal, his abnormally pale skin, and the sudden illness she experienced in the elevator.

Why did she never consider that there was something wrong with his health?

In the last few times we met, he was visibly haggard and had lost a lot of weight; his pale skin was almost bloodless.

She just assumed he was born that way, so why did she never care?

Xie Nanzhi felt a tightness in her chest and a sharp sting in her nose. She bit her lip, her body trembled slightly, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

This scene truly stung Pei Jingchuan's eyes.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully wiped away the single tear. "You cried, it means you're heartbroken, huh?"

Xie Nanzhi remained silent, which only fueled Pei Jingchuan's madness. He viciously twisted Xie Nanzhi's chin and stared at her, "You're shedding tears for a liar? He lied to you, he lied to you."

Whether someone is kind or malicious towards you, your intuition won't lie.

From the first day she met Wei Chizheng, Xie Nanzhi knew that this man would not hurt her.

Therefore, she became less and less wary of him, gradually accepted him, and eventually fell in love with him.

Everything seemed abrupt, yet it all made perfect sense.

No woman could refuse Wei Chizheng's favoritism, nor could any woman resist his gentleness.

At that moment, Xie Nanzhi suddenly understood Wei Chizheng's "going back on his word" and "unpredictable moods." She also understood why he said he hoped she wouldn't fall in love with him.

Because he knew his days were numbered, yet through a series of coincidences this relationship came to fruition, the dual torment of resistance and acceptance led to Xie Nanzhi's many "misunderstandings."

In fact, if Wei Jing hadn't drugged her and forced her to do so, Wei Chizheng would never have touched her. Aside from that one time, he had always respected her and never acted that way again. As for giving her birth control pills, it was a way of protecting her.

She didn't want to dwell on who owned the red ribbon, because Wei Chizheng's favoritism was clear and obvious, something she had personally experienced.

Because they sensed it, they responded.

Unable to hold back her tears, Xie Nanzhi's voice was choked with sobs, "Wei Jing, please let me go back, even if it's just to accompany him on his final journey."

Pei Jingchuan's eyes reddened, and his face contorted with rage.

His rage suddenly erupted, and he grabbed Xie Nanzhi's chin. "Do you know why I could have chosen to wait until he died to pursue you, but I chose to take you away now? I want him to live with regret for the rest of his life, I want him to die with his eyes open in disbelief. So, do you think I would send you back?"

So that's what Wei Jing was planning.

But how could a descendant who had just been found by the Wei family harbor such hatred towards relatives he had barely met?

This hatred is like a blood feud...

Xie Nanzhi couldn't understand it no matter what.

The image of Wei Jing—his face, his expression, his back, his tone of voice—gradually began to perfectly overlap with that of a person.

Xie Nanzhi's face immediately turned pale.

What if they were originally one person?

Her hand trembled, and her voice turned icy, "Pei Jingchuan, it's you, isn't it?"