Marrying My Husband’s Honorable Elder Brother

Synopsis: Shen Qiao was born into humble circumstances. By a twist of fate, she was betrothed from childhood to the second son of the Pingyuan Marquis’s household. She had initially worried that the Second Young Master might look down on her, but unexpectedly, the two of them became a beloved couple and their relationship turned into a tale of mutual devotion. But fate had other plans. Three months before their wedding, he died in a raging flood while protecting his younger brother from the main branch. His body was never recovered. Shen Qiao married into the marquis’s household as planned. Two years later, everyone had accepted the fact that he would never return. Everyone except Shen Qiao, who continued to keep vigil alone as his widow. The Second Concubine called in a favor and begged the Marchioness to have her eldest son, Pei Zheng’an, continue the bloodlines of both branches so that her own son would not die without an heir. Shen Qiao resisted the idea. She only wanted to remain faithful to her late husband and had no desire to become involved with her elder brother-in-law… But if it meant leaving an heir for her late husband, she was willing. Pei Zheng’an, the eldest son of the Pingyuan Marquis, was an upright and proper man—rigid, restrained, and unfailingly respectful of propriety. His refined bearing was like the moon in the heavens or a pine among the forest trees. Even though the main branch owed the second branch a debt of gratitude, the Marchioness had no intention of allowing such a sordid affair to sully her own son. Yet when Pei Zheng’an learned of it, he agreed after only three days. Shen Qiao had lived in the household for two years, devotedly thinking of her deceased husband. She was dutiful and well-mannered, a woman who knew her place. Surely she would never become entangled with him. In the end, they were the ones who owed the second branch this debt. As the eldest son, this was what he ought to do. What he never expected was that, later on, the one who became entangled would be himself. On one secretive night after another, whenever he looked at her delicate, supple form beneath him, he could not suppress the desires stirring in both his heart and body. He could not stop himself from wanting to make her his. Nor could he stop himself from wondering whose face occupied her thoughts at that moment. He was different from his deceased younger brother. The two of them were worlds apart. If she had loved his brother, how could she possibly come to like this side of him? Yet love ran rampant, and one night, while sharing her bed with her after drinking, he finally lost control. He held her tightly in his arms and, looking at her with her eyes closed and her senses clouded by passion, coaxed softly, “Who am I?” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Marrying My Husband’s Honorable Elder Brother — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠