Chapter 229 Killing me won't stop me from loving you

Xie Nanzhi whispered sternly, "Wei Chizheng, let go."

Wei Chizheng, adhering to the principle of always having a response, said, "Wife, I won't let go."

This back-and-forth conversation made Xibei laugh.

To be honest, these two seem like a perfect match. Their looks, abilities, and charisma are all a perfect match. But fate played a cruel trick on them, and they can't blame either of them.

Xibei washed her hands of the matter; it was best for the two of them to resolve their own issues, and no one else could interfere.

Xibei quietly slipped away, its main theme being "leaving quietly, without taking away a single cloud."

Xie Nanzhi could only get angry; there was nothing he could do. "Wei Chizheng, stop making a scene. I've already explained everything to you."

Wei Chizheng, with one hand in his pocket and his eyes fixed on her, said, "Yes, I heard you."

Hehe, and then what?

Is it enough to just hear it?

We should do as instructed.

Xie Nanzhi sighed helplessly, "Wei Chizheng, you..."

Wei Chizheng's kiss was sudden and unexpected; in front of everyone, he just kissed her so passionately.

What left Xie Nanzhi speechless was, where were her bodyguards?

Didn't you see she was in danger? Why didn't anyone come out to protect her?

Xie Nanzhi struggled a few times to no avail, then glared angrily at the person who had forcibly kissed her. Wei Chizheng laughed, "Aren't your eyes sore?"

Xie Nanzhi complained, "Are you a dog? You kiss people everywhere."

Wei Chizheng whispered in her ear, "Your loyal dog."

This is terrible.

So good at flirting?

Xie Nanzhi's face turned bright red, and she tried her best to ignore the stares around her. "How come I didn't know you were so good at sweet talk?"

He spoke while trying to struggle.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Wei Chizheng leaned down to look at her, his breath brushing against her earlobe, carrying the unique scent of tobacco on his body.

She hurriedly shook her head, but when she looked up, she met his smiling eyes. Those usually sharp eyes were now as soft as if they were soaked in warm water, and even the shadows cast by his eyelashes carried an indescribable meaning.

Wei Chizheng smiled, "Three years ago, I thought I was going to die, so I tried my best to suppress my feelings for you. But now I'm still alive. Do you think I could still let you escape?"

If they had known from the beginning that he could be saved, there would have been no connection between Shen Xu and Pei Jingchuan; Xie Nanzhi would have remained his wife.

"Nanzhi, even if you kill me, it won't stop me from loving you."

Xie Nanzhi felt a tightness in her chest, and her mind went blank.

This was the first time she had felt Wei Chizheng's domineering presence so directly. She blinked, swallowing back the words she wanted to say.

After a long pause, Xie Nanzhi pursed her lips. "Wei Chizheng, three years have passed, and there are too many things that we are powerless to change, just like your child with Mu Jiaojiao."

Wei Chizheng was taken aback, a hint of surprise in his eyes, "What child?"

Xie Nanzhi suddenly looked at him, "Of course it's your and Mu Jiaojiao's child."

How come he, as the father, doesn't know about his child with Mu Jiaojiao?

He suddenly realized that Xie Nanzhi's change in attitude towards him was because of this child who didn't even exist.

Wei Chizheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it because of this child that he stopped flirting with me?"

Xie Nanzhi didn't deny that she couldn't compare to Wei Chizheng in terms of magnanimity. Xie Nanzhi simply couldn't accept the child he had with another woman.

Xie Nanzhi's silence was the best answer. Wei Chizheng laughed, a laugh that was incredibly relaxed. "Even our Nanzhi can be deceived sometimes. That's rare."

What's the meaning?

Xie Nanzhi was filled with doubt, and her inquisitive eyes were simply adorable.

Wei Chizheng nuzzled her forehead with the tip of his nose and whispered, "I haven't touched Mu Jiaojiao in the past three years, so how could there be a child? Nanzhi, you're the only one who has ever seen my 'little brother' in this life."

Instantly, Xie Nanzhi's face turned bright red, almost bursting with rage.

He slowly approached, his lips brushing against the tip of her nose, and said in the most seductive tone, "If my wife doesn't believe me, she can check for herself. Isn't it the same as it was three years ago, hmm?"

Xie Nanzhi was completely bewildered, her mind a jumbled mess.

She was confident that Wei Chizheng wouldn't lie to her.

But Mu Jiaojiao is indeed pregnant, so whose child is it?

For a moment, she couldn't figure it out either.

Wei Chizheng didn't seem to intend to give her any time to think, and in full view of everyone, he lifted her up and carried her into the air.

Xie Nanzhi was startled. "Ah, Wei Chizheng, what are you going to do?"

Wei Chizheng remained expressionless, his large steps quick and hurried. "Zhizhi, it's been three years. Both it and I have missed you."

...

Wei Chizheng booked a suite at a nearby hotel, and he managed to maintain his composure at the front desk.

The moment they entered the elevator, Wei Chizheng fiercely and ruthlessly pinned her down and forcefully kissed her inside.

He had never been so impatient before. He kissed his way to the door, where the key card was swiped and opened with a "beep".

The evening breeze rustled the curtains. He closed the door behind him, and the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, casting their warm yellow shadows onto the wall.

Xie Nanzhi's steps were unsteady, and she couldn't even stand properly before he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head. His breath, mixed with the coolness of returning home late, was so hot that it made the back of her neck tremble.

"Nanzhi, I miss you, I miss you so much that every inch of my skin aches."

Wei Chizheng said softly, his fingertips sliding down her hair to the ends, as if caressing a fragile piece of porcelain.

When Xie Nanzhi turned around, she bumped into his arms, her nose brushing against the second button of his shirt. Her inner desire was aroused, and at that moment, Xie Nanzhi was so shaken by the rise and fall of his chest that her body went limp.

He lowered his head and kissed her deeply, and she instinctively stood on tiptoe to respond.

Unlike the frenzy before, the pace slowed down now. The light, tentative touches were like spring rain falling on a lake, creating ripples of ticklish sensation. It wasn't until his hand cupped the back of her neck, the pressure gradually increasing, that she belatedly clutched the hem of his clothes, the fabric wrinkling as she did, mirroring the erratic beating of her heart.

They made their way to the living room, where she tumbled onto the soft sofa. He held her in his arms, her back pressed against the soft cushions, the scent of his aftershave lingering in her nostrils.

His kiss moved from the corner of his lips to his earlobe, and he asked softly, "To the bed, or the sofa?"

The heat made Xie Nanzhi's ears turn red. She didn't say anything, but simply raised her hand to hook her neck, her fingertips sinking into his thick hair.

"Go to...the bed."

Wei Chizheng smiled, his deep expression as captivating as the moonlight tonight.

Strong arms supported her light body, leading her step by step into the snow-white bed.

Wei Chizheng placed her in the very center, his fingertips brushing away the stray hairs from her forehead. His unwavering gaze was like that of a devout believer, his love for her unspoken.

Moonlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting a silvery line on her cheek.

His hand gently brushed across her cheek, his calloused fingertips caressing her trembling lips.

Xie Nanzhi slowly closed her eyes, hearing her own breath intertwined with his, like two wisps of wind flowing gently through the quiet room.