After Being Pursued by My Aloof Brother-in-Law

[Love Turned to Hatred × Coercive Possession] [Charming Younger Sister-in-Law × Aloof, Untouchable Elder Brother-in-Law] Cui Jingyue was born into the Boling Cui clan and had been engaged since childhood to the eldest grandson of the Pei family. She remembered that the young lord was called Pei Yu. He was handsome and precocious, but had a bit of a temper and would lecture her with a stern face at the drop of a hat. Then a period of upheaval left the two families worlds apart. The Pei family demanded that the marriage arrangement be changed: instead of marrying Pei Yu, she was to marry his younger brother, the Sixth Young Master Pei. Cui Jingyue refused to let others take advantage of her, so she did everything in her power to put the marriage back on its original course. Thus, in a secluded villa, the scent of yilan incense hung thick and sweet. Pei Yu's breathing was unsteady, and the corners of his eyes were red. He would even wound himself with a dagger rather than lose control. He took off his robe and hastily covered her bare skin with it, then scolded her coldly: “How can a woman be so shameless?” Cui Jingyue gave up hope and married the Sixth Young Master Pei as planned. ** Pei Yu had been clever from childhood and made a name for himself at a young age. He rose to the highest ranks of the court and was known for his cold nature. Even the most overbearing younger members of his clan behaved like meek quails in his presence. Yet on that day, by a lake at the foot of a cliff, a bloodstained young woman caught the hem of his robe and begged him to save her. During the days she spent recovering, she ordered him about as if he were her servant. At first, he thought: This woman could be useful. I should coax her slowly. I can put up with her for a few days. Later, he thought: Our families are not a match, so I cannot make her my wife, but I can always take her as a concubine. Then, later still, the Sixth Young Master fell deeply in love with her and insisted that he would marry no one else. Pei Yu thought, What does it matter if I let my younger brother have a woman? He did not care. Until one night, beneath the corridor outside his study, he accidentally caught her and the Sixth Young Master in a compromising moment. Through a crack in the window, he glimpsed a sliver of snowy skin, the same view he had once been forced to witness. She clung to the Sixth Young Master's shoulder and called to him in a shy, tender voice: “Husband…” That was a title that should have belonged to him. And she should have been his wife. Later, by the study window, he imitated what he had seen that night, kissing her and tangling with her until their lips and tongues met. She had no choice but to cling tightly to him just as she had that night. But she did not sweetly call him husband, nor did she beg him tearfully for mercy. Instead, she drove a dagger into his chest. “Pei Yu, why won't you just die?” Amid a rush of pleasure, he looked into the hatred in the young woman's eyes and thought: If I keep her locked by my side, she will love me again one day. Until one day, she suddenly disappeared. That same day, his younger brother, who should have been locked in prison, vanished as well. Pei Yu crushed the cup in his hand and coldly ordered his people to burn down her bedroom. What did it matter if a woman ran off with his younger brother? He did not care. But she was gone for five whole years. ** Five years later, they met again at the border. By then, she had remarried and borne another man's child, a lovely little girl as fair as snow and jade. The family of three lived in bliss, envied by all. Pei Yu had thought he would do whatever it took to keep her by his side, just as he had before, and watch her give herself to him for the sake of the man she loved. But he never imagined that in the end, he would be the one kneeling before her bed, fully dressed and awkwardly distant. “Jiaojiao, I will treat that child as my own.” “Divorce that bastard and marry me, all right?” On the disheveled bed, Cui Jingyue sat up and slowly gathered her fallen clothes around herself, covering the suggestive red marks on her chest and shoulders. Her flushed face lifted slightly. With her foot, marked by clear teeth imprints, she gently raised the chin of the man before her and looked down at him. “All right. Marry into my family, and I will agree.” For the head of the exalted Pei clan, this was nothing less than humiliation and mockery. He should have hesitated, refused, and flown into a rage. But instead, he answered with a cold face: “I agree.” [The heroine is already three years into her marriage from the start] ** ⭐️ Set in an imaginary world, so please don't nitpick the history. The plot serves the romance. ⭐️ All male characters are pure in body and heart. The male and female leads get a happy ending. ⭐️ The blurb is too short to explain everything, but the heroine and the second male lead have no romantic development or scenes with the male lead while she is still married to the second male lead. The coercive possession takes place after she divorces the second male lead. ⭐️ There are scenes of the heroine and second male lead's married life in the early chapters. Please don't read if that bothers you. Later on, the male lead marries into the heroine's family. Please don't read if that bothers you. ⭐️ Brother steals younger brother's wife, coercive possession, groveling to win back his wife, running away while pregnant, love and hatred intertwined. ⭐️ The blurb has been archived. I'm terrible at writing blurbs and have revised it again and again, more than ten times now, but the main plot remains the same. ⭐️ Recent updates are now scheduled before midnight. I'll try to move them earlier in the future. ⭐️ A 70% anti-piracy lock is now in place, with a 48-hour delay. Do not purchase locked chapters. My next novel will be “After Being Widowed, I Was Pursued by the Crown Prince.” Please add it to your collection! [Gentle, nostalgic, earnest man × Brooding, twisted, arrogant crown prince] Rebirth, coercive possession Song Ling married at eighteen, and her husband died when she was nineteen. After she had been widowed for three years, someone in court declared that she was born with the fate of a phoenix and destined to become empress, ruling the world as its mother. Song Ling thought the idea absurd and paid it no mind, content to spend her days keeping watch over her late husband's memorial tablet. The very next day, however, an imperial decree arrived ordering her to marry into the Eastern Palace as the crown princess. Shocked, she refused to marry again and would rather die than obey the decree. In the dim, damp prison, the crown prince stood before her in plain clothes, his expression dark. He gripped her chin and demanded, “Am I really no better than your husband, who died so young?” Song Ling nodded and answered, “Yes.” The crown prince immediately turned and walked away. Later, word spread through court that the crown prince had defied the imperial decree arranging his marriage. He had been stripped of his title and placed under house arrest in the palace. Song Ling's heart softened. She did not want someone else to take the blame for her, and she had heard that the crown prince had the bearing of a gentleman and always kept his promises. So she made a deal with him: she would marry into the Eastern Palace and fulfill the marriage arrangement, but once he ascended the throne three years later, he would immediately let her leave the palace and return her freedom. On their wedding night, she fulfilled her duties as a wife and fell asleep in the man's arms, her hair damp with sweat. The crown prince gently brushed the sweat-damp strands from her face and, just as he had many years ago, lowered his head to softly kiss her eyelashes. “Xuanxuan, I have waited for you through two lifetimes.” “Tonight, at last, you are my wife once more.” ** After they married, the crown prince proved to be a thoroughly capable husband. Although he often demanded far too much from her at night, he also rescued her from danger several times. Grateful to him, Song Ling knew she had no intention of bearing heirs for the imperial family, so she decided to arrange for the crown prince to take as a concubine the woman he had truly wanted to marry all along, his beloved first love. To her surprise, the crown prince flew into a fury. He severely punished everyone in the Eastern Palace and confined her to her bedroom for several days and nights, taking whatever he wanted from her in bed. Unable to become his first love, the woman stirred up trouble by whispering into Song Ling's ear and revealing the truth about her former husband's death. Song Ling showed no reaction. On the night of the crown prince's birthday, she wore red and performed a song for him. At the height of his pleasure, she plunged a sharp dagger into his chest. The crown prince was covered in blood, yet he still smiled as he touched her cheek. “Xuanxuan, I was the one who killed him, but I love you.” So his reputation for gentleness and gentlemanly virtue had all been a facade. Back then, he had personally prepared the poison that sent her husband to his grave. Song Ling sneered, set a great fire, and left without looking back. “A husband-killing feud can never be forgiven.” ** Five years later, the crown prince led his army on a campaign and encountered his former crown princess in a small border town. By then, she had a husband and a daughter, and they were deeply in love. Yet that very night, a fire mysteriously broke out at Song Ling's home. When she opened her eyes again, the only person before her was the crown prince, staring intently at her. He twined one of her locks around his fingers and breathed in its scent. When he smiled, he was like a demon silently stalking through the dark. “Xuanxuan, you know perfectly well that I cannot live without you.” “You insist on marrying someone else? Fine.” “Then don't blame me for killing every man I see.” #Reborn twice, and both times he came for me# Theme: Keep your eyes open.