Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 50 - The Secret Hidden Beneath That Will

September 23, 2025 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 50: The Secret Hidden Beneath That Will

 

He Qingchi worried that if Wen Shuchen saw Wen Yue suddenly return to the old house, the two brothers would end up in another big fight.

 

With her black hair draped over her shoulders, she sat sideways on the edge of the bed, quietly waiting until the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Wen Shuchen stepped out wearing a custom-tailored suit. The deep blue color gave him a refined and gentle air—if not for the visible injuries on his long, slender hands, he would have been flawless.

 

He took out fresh white bandages and medicine from the first-aid kit, handing them to He Qingchi as if it were only natural.

 

“Be careful when you shower—you’ve already had medicine applied three times,” she said, pulling out a medical cotton swab, dipping it in ointment, and dabbing it on his wound.

 

These slender, fair hands rarely even touched a steering wheel, at most signing documents or opening a car door for a lady. Who would have thought they’d one day be used for fighting? And as someone with family and status, he still didn’t know when to hold back.

 

He Qingchi paused for a moment, then, thinking of Wen Yue downstairs, gently reminded him, “Next time you can’t stand Wen Yue, just have the bodyguards do it. They can beat him within an inch of his life if you want—why do it yourself?”

 

Wen Shuchen chuckled, his low voice pleasant. “What’s the fun in watching someone else do it?”

 

Still not repentant?

 

He Qingchi lifted her eyes and glared at him.

 

“Wen Yue just came back to the old house. Are you going to beat him to death again?”

 

Wen Shuchen was silent for a few seconds, as if considering the question. Then, cupping her face lightly in his palm, he spoke slowly and seriously: “I won’t fight in front of you.”

 

The curtains in the room were only half drawn, and the light was dim. He Qingchi studied his expression for a while but said nothing, lowering her head again to fuss with the cotton swab.

 

“Breakfast in the room?” Wen Shuchen asked, sensing from her words that Wen Yue had returned from the hospital and was still keeping his composure.

 

She didn’t have the heart to tell him she’d already eaten alone downstairs earlier, so she blinked and asked, “What about you?”

 

“I’ll eat downstairs.” He was considerate enough to avoid forcing her to interact with the people in the old house.

 

Fair enough.

 

He Qingchi sat obediently on the bed and decided to be honest: “I already ate before you woke up. Uh… your father gave me a sandwich.”

 

Their morning conversation ended there, and Wen Shuchen eventually went downstairs alone for breakfast. The bodyguards also delivered a fresh set of clothes, and He Qingchi took her dress into the bathroom to wash up.

 

Wen Shuchen’s anger from last night had probably cooled by now—especially since she was still in the old house, he wouldn’t act rashly.

 

More importantly…

 

When she’d seen Wen Yue return, his hand had indeed been broken. Even if he wanted to fight again, he couldn’t really harm Wen Shuchen now.

 

After a quick wash, she changed into a dark blue dress that matched Wen Shuchen’s suit. Under the indoor lighting, her skin looked fair and warm, her waistline graceful—her figure almost impossibly beautiful.

 

At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door.

 

He Qingchi opened it to find Qiu Jin standing there with a tray of simple, nutritious breakfast.

 

“Shuchen said you weren’t going to eat breakfast. That won’t do—it’s bad for your health.”

 

Faced with Qiu Jin’s gentle manner, He Qingchi couldn’t help feeling the woman was being a little too warm.

 

As the saying goes, you don’t hit a smiling face—everyone maintained polite appearances, even if things were tense behind the scenes.

 

She stepped aside, and Qiu Jin walked in, setting the breakfast down in the room with a kind, attentive air.

 

“Did you sleep well here last night?”

 

Qiu Jin handed her a cup of warm milk, smiling without a trace of criticism.

 

It was as if nothing had happened in the old house last night—as if everyone had collectively forgotten.

 

Sitting on the sofa, He Qingchi took a light sip and replied, “It was fine. Maybe I went to bed too late, so I don’t have much of an appetite.”

 

She didn’t touch Qiu Jin’s food, using what seemed like a perfect excuse.

 

Qiu Jin saw through her, and a hint of worry appeared on her gentle face. “Last night I was just too worried about Wen Yue’s injury—that’s why I lost my composure. Please don’t take it to heart. From now on, we’re all one family.”

 

“Of course. Shuchen just had a bad temper for a moment too—Mrs. Qiu, don’t take it to heart either,” He Qingchi replied with a faint smile, whether genuine or not. “I already scolded him last night.”

 

“We’re all one family,” Qiu Jin repeated with her ever-present smile.

 

She treated He Qingchi as if she were truly her own daughter-in-law, deliberately trying to foster closeness, even hinting, “No matter what grudges or conflicts the men have between them, it’s not our concern as women. Qingchi, you should come to the old house more often—just think of it as keeping Auntie company.”

 

If it were a proper mother-in-law making this request, He Qingchi might really have come by now and then to show respect.

 

But from Qiu Jin, the words carried less authority.

 

He Qingchi humored her until Wen Shuchen came upstairs.

 

Qiu Jin, knowing her position wasn’t entirely secure, took the opportunity to leave.

 

When the door closed, He Qingchi leaned her slender figure against the wall, frowning in thought. “Why is your whole family so warm to me?”

 

Standing by the nightstand, Wen Shuchen removed the cufflinks from his shirt sleeve and swapped them for another color. Hearing her question, he chuckled softly. “Is that a bad thing?”

 

“It’s not bad—it’s just that your stepmother is too warm to me, like I’m already her daughter-in-law,” He Qingchi said. She had always been liked by elders in the He family, but never to this extent.

 

Bringing breakfast straight to her room? That was unsettling.

 

“You don’t have to bother with her,” Wen Shuchen replied, his own attitude toward Qiu Jin always perfunctory, no matter the occasion.

 

So Qiu Jin had the self-awareness to take the initiative and avoid overstaying—her finding an excuse to leave just now was a perfect example.

 

Seeing that she couldn’t get any more words out of him, He Qingchi walked over to the bed and sat down, pursing her lips. “It’s really hard to communicate with you.”

 

Even though she thought she’d said it quietly, Wen Shuchen still heard.

 

He turned his head slightly, lifting his eyelids in her direction.

 

“What are you looking at?” He Qingchi shot him a fierce glare.

 

Wen Shuchen chuckled and reached out to pull her toward him. Her slender arm fit easily in his hand, and with barely any force, he had her held firmly right under his gaze. He deliberately lowered his voice. “I can’t look at you? Hmm?”

 

Even through the fabric of his shirt, He Qingchi could feel the firm muscle of his forearm locked tightly around her waist. She couldn’t break free, and when she saw him lower his head with clear mischief in mind, she had no choice but to push at him and—rather spinelessly—plead, “I…I take back what I said… You can look, Wen Shuchen!”

 

Seeing he’d achieved the desired effect, Wen Shuchen let her go, looking very pleased with himself.

 

Her waist suddenly lost support, and she fell backward onto the soft bedding.

 

Then she felt a sudden coolness against her fair legs. Looking down, she realized Wen Shuchen, composed and unhurried, had lifted her skirt and was watching her quietly. “The people in the old house are after the shares the old man left you.”

 

His deep voice delivered the words slowly, drawing her in to listen—while his long, elegant hand, entirely lacking in propriety, slid inch by inch up along the curve of her calf.

 

Her heartbeat sped up. She tried to crawl toward the head of the bed, but her knees sank into the quilt.

 

Wen Shuchen spent the duration of an intimate moment explaining Qiu Jin’s motives to her.

 

Before he died, the old man had indeed left a will granting shares of the Wen Corporation to his granddaughter-in-law. But there was a condition: if Wen Shuchen didn’t marry within three years, the shares in the will would automatically be legally inherited by him instead.

 

Others might think the old man was being redundant.

 

When Wen Shuchen received the will, he immediately understood the respected elder’s true intentions. Lying in the center of the bed with his arm around He Qingchi, he spoke softly into her ear. “You know the situation in the old house. Before he died, the old man was afraid I’d end up truly alone. He left those shares to my future wife because he hoped I’d marry a kind, good woman—someone who, after inheriting them, would be willing to stay by my side when trouble came, if only for the sake of those shares.”

 

He Qingchi’s long lashes stayed wide open, not blinking for a long while.

 

She carefully parsed his words, the fog in her mind gradually clearing. “So when your father and Qiu Jin rushed to the He family to propose, desperate to have me marry into the Wen family right away, it was because they didn’t want the shares meant for the granddaughter-in-law to end up with you?”

 

“If I inherited them, they’d stand even less of a chance in the Wen Corporation.”

 

Hearing that, He Qingchi’s voice went a little dry. “Then why did you still choose to marry?”

 

The three-year deadline was almost up.

 

He could’ve just waited to claim the shares and then married afterward.

 

She thought through it and, before he could answer, added, “Everyone in the old house probably figured that rather than let you inherit the shares, they’d rather you bring home a wife who could compete with you for them… And with Qiu Jin being so nice to me now, aren’t you worried I might not be on your side when the time comes?”

 

It wouldn’t be the first time a loving couple turned into enemies.

 

If she stood on the old house’s side with the Wen shares in hand, wouldn’t that be a huge loss for him?

 

Wen Shuchen gently pulled her shoulder closer, narrowing the space between them. In the shadow of his lowered gaze, there was an unreadable depth. After a moment, his thin lips curved slightly as he spoke clearly: “Because I want to marry you.”

 

The old house rushing to propose to the He family was, to Wen Shuchen, playing right into his hands.

 

If their relationship couldn’t be kept from the He family anyway, he might as well use the opportunity to set the marriage in stone.

 

Hearing that, He Qingchi’s emotions became a swirl of mixed feelings. She didn’t know what to say for a while.

 

Could this be taken to mean that, in Wen Shuchen’s eyes, she mattered more than the shares?

 

They’d only known each other for less than half a year, yet he gave her the feeling they’d been together much longer.

 

She opened her mouth, but in the end, only said softly, “I won’t betray your grandfather’s wishes.”

 

Wen Shuchen made no attempt to hide his scheming from her. The warm light made his handsome features look even better as he gave her a quiet reminder: “Once you have the shares, you won’t be able to run.”

 

He Qingchi’s dark eyes stayed fixed on him for a long, long time, quietly listening.

 

After a while, she felt his grip tighten on her shoulder, and she realized this man was far less calm than he appeared. Smiling faintly, she teased, “Should I swear that in life I’m yours, and in death I’m your ghost?”

 

His grip gradually loosened, then slid beneath the quilt. His low, muffled voice came from close by: “No need to swear. I have my own way to prove you’re mine.”

 

The dress she’d been wearing earlier had been stripped off by him and tossed at the foot of the bed, leaving her only the quilt to hide beneath.

 

Seeing that Wen Shuchen had no intention of stopping, she could only resign herself and close her eyes…

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