Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 43 - See a Doctor
Chapter 43: See a Doctor
The scorching heat felt like it was going to burn her body dry. As her scattered consciousness sank deeper, her fingers instinctively dug into the collarbone of the man before her, leaving two deep scratches—
No one knew how much time passed. The warm breath at her ear brought He Qingchi a sudden thread of clarity. Her misty eyes opened to meet his jet-black gaze.
“Wen Shuchen…” Her lips were parched, her voice completely hoarse.
The tone of her voice made it sound like she had suffered a great grievance.
Wen Shuchen lowered his body, his palm gently gliding over the sweat-dampened, snow-white skin of her neck. Every inch of her skin bore the marks of his lips and tongue. His fingertips were soft, clearly coaxing her, even though his own breathing was unsteady. His voice was still low and pleasant: “It’s already been an hour. Still not used to it?”
He spoke just inches from her forehead, his breath warm against her lashes.
“I want a painkiller. Bring me one.”
She didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed. Her long, pale legs beneath the covers wouldn’t close properly.
“You’re that afraid of pain?” Wen Shuchen’s slender fingers glided from the side of her neck to her shoulder. Her skin here was also pale, marked with a red fingerprint that would likely bruise by tomorrow.
He Qingchi had always been afraid of pain. Now, with soreness lingering in her body, she was visibly uncomfortable.
Seeing her like this, Wen Shuchen sat at the edge of the bed for a while, then got up and left the master bedroom.
A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of lukewarm water and a white pill, feeding it to her himself.
He Qingchi, desperate for relief, swallowed it without checking.
Her head rested on his leg. It felt like she had returned to the days when she relied on medication just to stay functional. Unlike Wen Shuchen, she didn’t need a psychologist — she just suffered from insomnia and occasional waves of discomfort in the middle of the night. Only painkillers could ease it.
Physically, her annual checkups were always normal. It was all psychological.
He Qingchi didn’t think she was mentally unstable enough to need a doctor.
The bitter taste of the pill faded, and he gave her another sip of water.
Wen Shuchen brushed her hair away from her face, revealing her smooth forehead, and softly asked, “Feeling better?”
She nodded. Knowing she had to take painkillers after doing such things with him made her feel a little guilty. She forced a smile: “Was that some newly developed medicine? It didn’t taste bitter at all.”
“I gave you a vitamin—”
Wen Shuchen replied in his usual calm, deep voice, revealing the truth.
He Qingchi froze, then suddenly coughed, her face turning bright red.
“As long as you’re not in pain,” Wen Shuchen said, acting like he hadn’t noticed her embarrassment. He cupped her delicate chin with his long fingers, kissed her gently, soothingly — even the pressure probing her lips was soft and careful.
He Qingchi responded quietly, hiding all her emotions from the night inside that lingering kiss.
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Later that night, neither of them seemed tired. Their spirits were surprisingly good.
He Qingchi was wrapped in the blanket, nestled in his arms. Only her bare, pale shoulder peeked out. Holding her phone, she muttered, “Qu Bixin didn’t come looking for me?”
She had expected the woman to throw a fit tonight.
But there hadn’t been a single peep.
Wen Shuchen’s expression remained calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Bored, He Qingchi scrolled through her banking app — just for a glance — but froze the moment she saw the balance. She couldn’t even count how many zeroes were in it.
“You gave me money?” she asked, raising the phone to his face.
Wen Shuchen pulled her closer with an arm around her, their bodies tightening together. His breath brushed her cheek as he replied, “That money isn’t from me. It’s the monthly dividend you get from inheriting Grandpa’s shares.”
If he hadn’t reminded her, she would’ve forgotten she signed off on a massive inheritance along with the marriage contract.
“I’m taking all this money from your family every month. Won’t your father think I’m just in it for the fortune?”
Her line of logic sometimes left Wen Shuchen speechless. He paused, then chuckled and traced her cheek with a finger. “You’re right — guess I’ll have to ask more from you tonight.”
He said it so righteously, and really did go for her blanket.
He Qingchi was startled and struggled, dropping her phone with a loud thud on the floor.
At 6:10 a.m., Wen Shuchen got up from the disheveled bed, picked up a robe from the floor, and put it on. As he turned, his eyes caught sight of the woman lying quietly under the covers, her snow-white back exposed, hair messy, a few strands spilling over the pillow.
He bent over gently, pulled the blanket up over her waist, and turned up the bedroom’s heater.
He Qingchi was fast asleep, her long, curled lashes casting shadows over her cheeks, breathing lightly.
Wen Shuchen watched her in silence for a while, then left the dimly lit bedroom.
His daily routine never changed. By the time He Qingchi woke up at 8:00 a.m., he was already fully dressed, sitting at the dining table reading the financial paper, calm and composed.
From a distance, he looked immaculate in his pale gray suit, perfectly pressed, with a crisp white shirt and tie underneath — not a wrinkle in sight, the very image of clean precision.
He Qingchi put on a dark blue dress, let her long black hair fall down to her waist, and didn’t bother dressing up much — she looked just like she did when she was home alone. Walking over, she unfastened the cufflinks on his sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his slender wrists.
Just above them, if one looked closely, the tattoo could be seen faintly.
She liked seeing this man with his sleeves rolled up, his clothes slightly undone.
Wen Shuchen let her do as she pleased and handed her a cup of warm milk. “I thought you were going to sleep till noon.”
“I have a shoot this morning. After nine, you need to drive me to the set,” He Qingchi said as she sat beside him, lifting the cup for a sip.
She was hungry, and the breakfast spread on the table looked incredibly appetizing.
Wen Shuchen fed her attentively, taking care of her with patience and detail.
He Qingchi’s gaze swept across his handsome face, then slowly trailed down along the bridge of his nose, to the collar of his shirt, and finally, somehow settled around the waist of his tailored trousers.
Just for a split second. She looked away nonchalantly.
But Wen Shuchen caught it, the corners of his eyes curling into a smile. “See something interesting?”
He Qingchi hadn’t dared look carefully the night before—all she remembered was the pain. She covered her embarrassment by sipping her milk and fluttering her lashes. “You did a good job serving me.”
She was referring to the breakfast and gave him a soft smile.
When a couple is still in the honeymoon phase, it’s not always easy to discuss such things with total composure.
Even though her body still felt sore, He Qingchi didn’t complain. She mostly endured it silently. After finishing breakfast, she changed her mind and made up an excuse not to let him take her.
“I’m not a kid. You can just have the driver take me.”
The round trip alone would take nearly two hours—basically wasting his entire morning.
Not wanting to delay his work, she took advantage of Wen Shuchen’s moment of thought and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his chin.
Wen Shuchen was happy to submit to her charm and gave instructions for a driver and bodyguard to escort her.
After He Qingchi left, the elite team and secretaries staying at the hotel with them finally showed up.
While in the car, He Qingchi messaged the assistant director on the set and took the morning off. She told the driver to head toward the hospital and had already made an appointment with a gynecologist.
After every time with Wen Shuchen, she felt lingering pain. If this continued…
It might give her psychological trauma in the long run.
She was too embarrassed to bring it up with him, so she chose to see a doctor in private.
At the hospital, there was a queue to pick up her number. He Qingchi let the driver and bodyguard wait in the parking lot. She sat alone in a chair along the corridor, her silky black hair falling loosely around her face, partially hiding her delicate profile. Head bowed, lashes low, she focused on the queue number in her hand—until the sound of approaching footsteps drew closer beside her.
“What a coincidence. You’re here too?”
He Qingchi looked up and saw a man flashing a thin smile at her.
Wen Yue stood with one hand casually in his pocket, tall and poised, looking down slightly at her. When she didn’t respond right away, he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t recognize me?”
They had met once at the Wen family home. He’d left a strong impression. Not to mention, he looked quite a bit like Wen Shuchen. Of course she recognized him.
He Qingchi slowly folded up her number slip, her expression calm. “This is the gynecology department. You’re here too?”
She echoed his earlier words right back at him.
Wen Yue sat down beside her, unbothered, pointing ahead. “I’m accompanying a female friend to see a doctor.”
He Qingchi glanced at him but said nothing.
Wen Yue smiled gently, seemingly amused by the unexpected encounter. He studied her with a faint, unreadable expression. “Why are you here alone? Where’s Wen Shuchen?”
He brought up Wen Shuchen right away, so He Qingchi didn’t pretend not to know him.
“He’s not here.”
Wen Yue seemed to find her hard to trip up and chuckled a bit. “Since you married into the Wen family, I guess that makes me kind of like family too.”
He didn’t explicitly say he was Wen Shuchen’s brother, but the hint was obvious.
He Qingchi had already heard plenty about him from Song Zhao and didn’t have a good impression of Wen Yue at all.
Her instincts told her this man was not simple, and she didn’t want to get involved. “Oh.”
Wen Yue didn’t mind her coldness. When it came to beauties like her, he always had plenty of patience and charm. With a smile that was neither mocking nor warm, he said, “No one in this world knows Wen Shuchen better than I do. Now that he’s married you, there’s no escaping it.”
His words were full of implication, making He Qingchi sit up a little straighter and lift her long lashes to meet his gaze.
Wen Yue didn’t flinch under her scrutiny, and the curve of his smile deepened.
After a moment, He Qingchi unexpectedly said in a slow, deliberate tone, “You’re not actually the smiling type, are you? So why wear that face and pretend to smile?”
Wen Yue’s eyes darkened slightly as he looked steadily at her.
He Qingchi knew the Wen family was full of hidden currents. She hadn’t wanted to get involved—but now that she was married in, she would stand by Wen Shuchen.
So her voice cooled, no longer afraid of confrontation. “I really like his face—but I hate seeing it on you.”
Same face, but Wen Yue was like a shadow lurking in the dark. If something ever happened to Wen Shuchen, he’d use the Wen family’s cover to quietly scheme and replace his brother—his status, his wealth, even his new bride.
As soon as He Qingchi finished speaking, before Wen Yue could respond, she smiled slightly and said, “How about I introduce you to a plastic surgeon? No offense—just someone you could make friends with.”
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