Chapter 63 Sleeping in the Same Bed

Jiang Ninghui felt a chill run down her spine, and her palms almost broke out in a fine sweat.

The young man's deep, cold eyes enveloped her, as if gradually peeling away all her concealments and pretenses.

He gave her no chance to breathe.

She was not given any chance to explain herself.

He reached out and pinched her earlobe with his fingertips, a cryptic smile playing on his handsome, thin lips.

"Sister-in-law, has your husband touched this place?"

Jiang Ninghui shook her head stiffly, her beautiful eyes reflecting a pitiful fear.

Look.

My sister-in-law is scared.

It seems she was lying.

The young man traced her cheek, eyebrows, eyelids, and the tip of her nose with his fingertips, asking every step he took—had her husband touched her?

Jiang Ninghui just kept shaking her head.

Pei Duo pressed his fingertip against her lips, his dark eyes fixed on her, not missing a single expression on her face that she was trying so hard to hide: "And here, has your husband touched it?"

Before Jiang Ninghui could answer, the young man already knew the answer from her rapid breathing.

It seems they have already touched it.

The young man lowered his eyes, his dark gaze revealing a gloomy and wicked nature.

It was still a bit late last night, and that good-for-nothing took full advantage of my sister-in-law.

Jiang Ninghui sat stiffly in the chair, not daring to move or speak.

She thought that he would let her go after asking the questions, since nothing had actually happened between her and her husband last night.

But she was wrong, and she underestimated Pei Duo's madness.

The young man pulled her into his arms.

She was forced to sit on those strong, long legs.

Every time Pei Duo's warm hand touched a spot, he would ask her if her husband had touched that spot.

Jiang Ninghui was so bullied by him that she was speechless.

She could only bite her lip and shake her head; she couldn't utter another word.

A pair of brimming, watery eyes overflowed with pitiful moisture; tears streamed down her eyelashes and dripped onto her cheeks, only to be sucked away by Pei Duo's lips.

Pei Duo personally fed her this breakfast.

After finishing her breakfast, Jiang Ninghui sat weakly in a chair, her clothes open, revealing a light purple undershirt underneath.

The small garment clung softly to her front, rising and falling with her breath.

A damp patch remained on her neck, all thanks to Pei Duo.

Pei Duo had just lifted her clothes, and now he was helping her straighten them.

He picked up Jiang Ninghui and placed her on the chair in front of the table. He continued to teach her to read. As his hand moved away from the woman's slender waist, he casually pinched her soft flesh. Jiang Ninghui trembled and quickly grabbed Pei Duo's strong forearm with both hands to stop him from continuing: "You promised me you wouldn't touch me."

Pei Duo went around to the back of the chair, put his arm around Jiang Ninghui from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I did promise you, sister-in-law, but have you forgotten that you also promised me something before?"

“You promised me you wouldn’t get close to your husband, but you broke your promise. Since I broke my promise first, how can you blame me for being untrustworthy? Tell me, sister-in-law, shouldn’t you be punished?”

Jiang Ninghui was furious: "But you promised me you wouldn't force me to do anything that would betray my husband."

Pei Duo raised an eyebrow slightly: "I have not broken my promise, and I have not asked my sister-in-law to do anything to betray your husband."

The young man's warm breath fell on Jiang Ninghui's ear.

She heard him say, "Would I allow my sister-in-law to be completely naked?"

Jiang Ninghui's cheeks instantly turned bright red, burning hot.

She bit her lip, and finally spoke with difficulty, "No."

Pei Duo: "Can I let my sister-in-law sleep in the same bed as me?"

Jiang Ninghui's eyelashes trembled slightly: "No."

A wicked smile crept into the young man's deep eyes, a smile that bewitched Jiang Ninghui, causing her shoulders and neck to tremble slightly.

He picked up the calligraphy brush on the table; it was the one with openwork carvings on the tip and body.

It was a gift from his sister-in-law.

Now he held it in his hand, placing the brush handle on her lap.

Then he moved forward inch by inch.

The brush was entirely black with three barely noticeable marks on it. He had someone carefully repair it, trying to restore it to its original condition. Now, this intact brush was touching Jiang Ninghui's leg.

Jiang Ninghui froze, her fingertips gripping the hem of her clothes, as if she had been rolled in fire, tears welling up in her eyes.

I felt both ashamed and embarrassed.

She then heard him ask, "Sister-in-law, have I been here before?"

Jiang Ninghui remained silent, so ashamed she wished she could disappear into the ground.

The young man kindly let her go, placing his brush on the brush holder: "Since you haven't been there, how can you say you've wronged your husband?"

Jiang Ninghui truly lost because of Pei Duo's sharp tongue; he was adept at sophistry and always decided right and wrong.

She could no longer stay there and wanted to escape as soon as possible.

Pei Duo said, "Since I have nothing else to do, I'll teach my sister-in-law to recognize some more characters."

Jiang Ninghui wanted to ask him what the prefect wanted to do with her husband, and why he hadn't returned all night, but she was afraid that if she asked, Pei Duo would bully her and complain that she had mentioned her husband in front of him again. So she had no choice but to suppress her thoughts and wait for her husband to return.

Pei Duo taught her the Thousand Character Classic today.

Even while teaching her to read, he never forgot to get something in return.

The young man's hand passed over her waist. It had been more than a month since they moved to Longchang County, and he had managed to fatten up his sister-in-law a bit.

Such a wonderful sister-in-law! The Jiang and Zhao families are truly blind.

Fortunately, they were blind; otherwise, how could he have found a loophole?

Jiang Ninghui stayed in Pei Duo's room for half an hour before Pei Duo was summoned away by Zhou Zhuang. According to Steward Zhou, someone was looking for Pei Duo.

Once Pei Duo left, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The room was filled with the scent of cedar, and even she herself carried a lot of Pei Duo's scent.

Pei Duo and Zhao Zhixue were both away from the mansion all day. Jiang Ninghui spent her time practicing calligraphy and sewing sachets, so she wasn't too bored.

Zhao Zhixue returned at noon the next day. Jiang Ninghui saw that his complexion was not bad and there was still a smile in his eyes, so she knew that the prefect had not made things difficult for her young master.

She learned from her husband that he would be away for more than twenty days to deliver a secret letter to an official in the capital on behalf of the prefect, along with a letter of introduction to introduce him to that official, so that it would be beneficial for him when he went to the capital in the future.

Jiang Ninghui was quite surprised, never expecting that the prefect would value her son-in-law so much.

Zhao Zhixue was beaming. It's said that people are in high spirits when they have good news, and he certainly was.

Jiang Ninghui thought he would set off in two days, but to her surprise, her husband was leaving that very day.

He hurriedly packed two pieces of clothing, and Jiang Ninghui personally saw him out of the house.

As the two stepped out the door, Zhao Zhixue took Jiang Ninghui's hand and held it in his palm, saying gently, "My wife, stay here and wait for me to come back. If you need anything else in the meantime, you can ask Brother Pei for help. I will thank Brother Pei when I return."

Jiang Ninghui lowered her head and obediently responded, but she was actually feeling extremely guilty.

Just then, a carriage slowly pulled up in front of the mansion, driven by Steward Zhou.

Steward Zhou set up the carriage platform, waiting for Young Master Pei to alight.

Zhao Zhixue looked up and greeted Pei Duo, who had just gotten off the carriage. He then told Pei Duo that he was going to the capital to deliver a secret letter for the prefect, his words laced with a laughable sense of superiority.

Pei Duo simply responded coldly.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping lightly over the clasped hands of the couple.

In the eyes of others.

This couple is deeply in love and inseparable.

The young man's gaze was too aggressive, like a dull knife grinding against Jiang Ninghui's exposed wrist.

Jiang Ninghui seemed to sense something, and she forced herself to pull her hand back in front of her husband without panicking. She steeled herself and looked up at Pei Duo, calling out softly, "Young Master Pei."

Pei Duo stared at her calmly, his clear, cold voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "Brother Zhao, sister-in-law."

Zhao Zhixue: "Brother Pei, I've been away for a while, so please take good care of my wife. When I return, I'll treat you to a drink."

Pei Duo: "Brother Zhao, rest assured, my sister-in-law is with me, and I will definitely not let her suffer the slightest grievance."

As he said this, his deep eyes glanced at Jiang Ninghui.

Looking at his handsome face alone, no one could tell what he was thinking or what emotions were in his eyes, but Jiang Ninghui could sense it.

His gaze seemed to materialize into countless hands reaching out from afar, binding her tightly from head to toe.

Whether it's the ankles, the backs of the knees, the legs, or the waist and neck...

Everywhere he went, he was involved.

Little by little, one climbs up to the aura that belongs only to him.

Unable to bear his gaze any longer, Jiang Ninghui finally withdrew her hands from her husband's and asked softly, "Will you be traveling by carriage, my lord?"

Zhao Zhixue: "Mm."

He turned and bowed to Pei Duo: "Brother Pei, my wife has troubled you."

Pei Duo: "It's alright."

Zhao Zhixue, needing to hurry on his journey, boarded his carriage and departed hastily.

His departure and return trip will take at least twenty days.

As Jiang Ninghui watched the carriage gradually disappear into the distance, she suddenly heard Pei Duo's sour voice: "Sister-in-law, are you so reluctant to part with Brother Zhao? If I were the one leaving today, would you be reluctant to part with me?"

After saying this, the young man took her hand in his palm and covered it with a silk handkerchief to gently wipe her palms and the backs of her hands.

Even the narrow gaps between the fingers and the slender roots of the fingers were not overlooked.

This is right outside the gate; everyone passing by on the street can see it.

Moreover, Pei Duo spoke so boldly, as if afraid that others would not know about her illicit relationship with him.

Has he gone mad?!

Jiang Ninghui glanced at the few pedestrians on the street in shock. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she caught sight of the two maids and Steward Zhou waiting outside the house. It was as if she had been slapped hard across the face, making her cheeks sting and burn.

He brazenly tore away the fig leaf between her and Pei Duo.

One was a man from another family, the other a married woman. To outsiders, the two disregarded ethics and morals, shamelessly engaging in illicit relations right under their husbands' noses.

The servants were bowing their heads and looking submissive, but she seemed to see contempt and mockery in them.

They mocked her for her dissolute and unrestrained behavior.

They mocked her, calling her a slut.

Despite being a married woman, she acted recklessly, flirting with other men and playing dirty tricks right under her husband's nose.

Jiang Ninghui lowered her head in shame and indignation, making a move to pull her hand back.

Pei Duo didn't let go; his white, jade-like fingers even went so far as to slip into her sleeve and grip her forearm: "Why are you hiding, sister-in-law?"

Jiang Ninghui stepped back in surprise. The young man lifted his thin eyelids to look at her, taking in her shame and embarrassment.

His eyes were filled with a deep, dark blackness, brimming with a jealousy that could kill.

"If Brother Zhao can hold his sister-in-law's hand, why can't I?"

"Is it because he is your husband and I am not that you allow him to get close to you in every way?"

"Then why do I insist on holding my sister-in-law's hand today?"

After the young man finished speaking, he dropped the handkerchief, placed his palm on Jiang Ninghui's palm, and used his long, slender fingers to pry open the woman's narrow fingers, interlocking his fingers with hers.

Jiang Ninghui's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her hands were locked in his grasp; she couldn't break free or escape.

An unmarried man and a married woman, their hands clasped tightly, were exposed to onlookers.

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Author's note: Update before 10 PM tomorrow night.