Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 67 - Did You Call Me in Your Dream?

October 28, 2025 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 67: Did You Call Me in Your Dream?

 

Meng Qingchang invited her to sit for a while in the quiet office next door. He personally brewed some tea, and as if sensing her gaze, he turned his head. Under the light, his faint smile looked exceptionally gentle: “Whenever Shuchen comes here, he always drinks tea. Mrs. Wen, are you used to drinking it?”

 

His fair, clean hands held a cup of tea, which he placed in front of He Qingchi.

 

He Qingchi wasn’t very good at chatting with psychologists, her guard always up.

 

She didn’t look directly into Meng Qingchang’s calm eyes. Instead, she noticed that everything around him was spotless, all the things he used were tidy and clean, carrying a faint smell of disinfectant that the sandalwood fragrance in the room couldn’t cover.

 

Did he usually wash his hands with medical disinfectant instead of soap?

 

Meng Qingchang sat down in the armchair, completely unaware of He Qingchi’s wandering thoughts, and said instead: “Shuchen might sleep until four or five in the morning.”

 

Her attention was instantly caught. She pursed her lips slightly and asked: “Does he often have trouble sleeping?”

 

“Not often.”

 

His answer left people puzzled.

 

And then he slowly added: “But whenever he comes here for treatment, I let him sleep for a while.”

 

He Qingchi glanced at the clock beside her and thought there were still several hours to go.

 

Meng Qingchang stayed with her in the office for a while, making light conversation. He could tell that He Qingchi wasn’t a woman who lacked words—she just didn’t want to say too much to him. So, he consciously avoided asking questions that might make her frown. Instead, he casually asked things like: “What’s the most memorable thing from your childhood?”

 

During the conversation, He Qingchi gradually began to relax. Holding the warm teacup, she leaned back on the sofa, thought seriously for a moment, then lifted her gaze toward the gentle, composed man sitting across from her.

 

Meng Qingchang wore a white shirt and light blue trousers. The glow from the floor lamp beside him was perhaps too soft, making his presence seem utterly without edge or threat. Even his smile was flawless.

 

After a while, He Qingchi instinctively avoided her childhood memories and instead asked: “You seem to have a strong sense of cleanliness, I can smell disinfectant on your hands. Your standards for choosing a partner must be high too… I heard Wen Shuchen say you’ve been divorced three times already?”

 

Meng Qingchang: “…”

 

“May I ask—when you divorce and remarry again, how do you talk yourself through it psychologically?” He Qingchi leaned her face against the sofa back, her long curled lashes wide open without blinking, staring intently at the man’s expression.

 

Seeing that he didn’t answer, she gave a slightly embarrassed smile: “Did I touch on something painful?”

 

Meng Qingchang gave a small cough, taking the initiative to end their “chat.”

 

“No one will disturb you in this office. You can rest for a while. Please excuse me.”

 

As she watched him stand up to leave, He Qingchi asked, “Can I go next door?”

 

Meng Qingchang turned back: “It’s best not to disturb Shuchen…” 

 

But since she was already here, He Qingchi didn’t want to just sit idly in a stranger’s office waiting for Wen Shuchen to wake up, nor did she want to go back home.

 

It wasn’t as if she had come to catch him cheating—to check if another woman was really there.

 

Song Chao was stationed outside the next office door. Even if she wanted to go in, no one dared stop her. Keeping Meng Qingchang’s reminder in mind, she walked very quietly. Luckily, the floor was covered in thick, soft carpet that swallowed all sound.

 

Walking up to the man who lay there with his eyes tightly shut in sleep…

 

She slowly bent down, her eyes wide open as she studied Wen Shuchen’s strikingly handsome face. Up close, she could clearly see his brows naturally relaxed. Whatever he was dreaming about, he seemed very much at ease.

 

He Qingchi extended her fingers, not actually touching him, just slowly tracing the outline of his features.

 

From his refined brows, down the high bridge of his nose, all the way to his jaw—

 

Suddenly, Wen Shuchen’s hand shot up and gripped her wrist tightly, catching her completely off guard. Though his eyes remained closed, his strong grasp was so forceful it felt as if he would crush her bones.

 

He Qingchi’s dark pupils shrank sharply. She tried to pull free, but it was useless. She bit her lip, letting out a soft sound of pain.

 

Still trapped in his dream, Wen Shuchen’s usually warm aura instantly vanished. A heavy, dark energy surrounded him, like a soul long chained in the abyss of hell—like a wounded beast about to break free.

 

He Qingchi’s eyes reddened instantly, her wrist throbbing as though fractured, the pain so sharp it numbed her. Just before she could call someone in, she heard his lips move slightly, his voice faint—like a dream murmur.

 

The next second—

 

The force on her wrist loosened, and Wen Shuchen’s hand dropped back down.

 

Ignoring her own pain, He Qingchi half-knelt by the chair, holding her breath to listen closely… 

 

She thought she heard her own name.

 

Wen Shuchen’s lips were moving, but no clear syllables came out, his brows furrowing heavily, no longer as calm as before.

 

He Qingchi reached out her other hand to hold his, her voice tightening: “Wen Shuchen, did you call me in your dream?”

 

His face no longer masked any emotion as it did when awake. His jaw tensed, and finally, from deep in his throat, he forced out a few words: “Run—little sister, run!”

 

“Little sister, run?” He Qingchi’s expression turned bewildered.

 

She quickly replayed in her mind the Wen family members in Jiangcheng. Apart from Wen Yue, that illegitimate son who appeared halfway through, she had never heard of Wen Shuchen having a younger sister.

 

After uttering those words, Wen Shuchen slipped back into quiet slumber.

 

If not for the throbbing pain in her wrist reminding her, He Qingchi might have thought she had imagined the whole thing.

 

She knelt on the carpet for a long while, until her legs nearly went numb…

 

The tightly shut office door was suddenly opened from inside. Song Chao, who had been drinking strong coffee to stay awake, was startled to see He Qingchi come out. She looked overly calm—so calm it seemed a little abnormal.

 

He put down his coffee and stepped forward: “Dr. Meng has already gone home. He said once Mr. Wen wakes up, you can head back directly… There’s a proper resting area here. If Madam doesn’t mind, you can stay the night.”

 

He Qingchi lowered her gaze and said to him: “I think my wrist is fractured. Take me to the hospital.”

 

Song Chao blurted out, shocked: “Fractured???”

 

She didn’t explain further, just walked toward the stairs first.

 

Outside, the bodyguards had already pulled the car around. Hearing that He Qingchi’s wrist might be fractured, Song Chao panicked and ordered the driver to speed up. He also called ahead to the hospital to arrange for the attending doctor.

 

An hour later, inside a spotless consultation room—

 

“The dislocated wrist has been reset. Luckily, no fracture. You must be careful in the future—women’s wrist bones are quite delicate… I’ll prescribe some medicine to promote blood circulation and reduce bruising. Apply it to the area; it will help with the swelling.”

 

The doctor wrote the prescription while reminding He Qingchi, who kept her head lowered.

 

Because applying medicine was inconvenient, she untied the red string of prayer beads from her wrist.

 

Song Chao, meanwhile, was listening very intently and asked: “Doctor, does her diet need to be adjusted?”

 

“For the next week, keep the diet light. Eat more collagen-rich foods, and bone broth will aid recovery…” The doctor explained carefully, then added: “Less spicy food, and avoid strenuous activity.”

 

“Strenuous activity—” Song Chao coughed twice, wanting to ask which kind of “activity.” 

 

That way, he could properly explain to Mr. Wen later.

 

But before he could speak, He Qingchi looked up and thanked the doctor.

 

Song Chao swallowed his words and instead poured her a glass of water with extra diligence: “Madam, did you hurt your wrist from a fall?”

 

“Your Mr. Wen squeezed it,” He Qingchi said calmly.

 

Song Chao froze awkwardly on the spot, wishing he could slap his own mouth.

 

He Qingchi studied his face, as though trying to read something from his expression: “Wen Shuchen used to be kidnapped often—did it leave some hidden illness behind?”

 

Song Chao kept his face blank, trying to stay calm: “Madam… did you overhear something in the office?”

 

All He Qingchi had heard was “Little sister, run”—but she couldn’t figure out who this “little sister” was.

 

 After thinking for a long time, she asked again: “He doesn’t have any other siblings?”

 

“Wen Yue doesn’t count—” she cut him off before he could answer.

 

“There shouldn’t be.”

 

 Song Chao replied seriously. “In Yan City’s Wen family, there are many younger female cousins, but the age gap is huge, and they’ve barely met. In Jiang City… not only no younger sister, not even a god-sister. Madam… are you trying to find Mr. Wen a sister?”

 

He Qingchi lowered her lashes: “No, I was just thinking… if he did have a sister, he would probably spoil her a lot.”

 

Her tone was unreadable—whether sincere or just evasive. Song Chao chuckled: “Mr. Wen spoiling Madam alone is enough.”

 

He Qingchi rubbed her wrist gently with her fingertips. The pain that had felt like a fracture had eased a lot, but the dark marks from his grip stood out starkly against her pale skin.

 

After hesitating, Song Chao couldn’t help but say with concern: “Madam, Mr. Wen didn’t know it was you when Dr. Meng put him to sleep. He didn’t mean it—”

 

“I know,” He Qingchi replied. She had no intention of blaming Wen Shuchen.

 

She could throw small tantrums, but she knew when and where.

 

After a while, she raised her eyes to Song Chao’s complicated expression and instructed him: “Don’t tell Wen Shuchen the truth about my dislocated wrist.”

 

……

After her hospital visit, He Qingchi had Song Chao stop at a 24-hour pharmacy to buy a wrist guard, which she used to cover the marks on her hand. She didn’t return to Dr. Meng’s office but instead had the bodyguards drive her back to the villa.

 

Late at night, He Qingchi went upstairs alone. She first changed clothes, then, wrapped in a bathrobe, sat on the balcony sofa.

 

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. Perhaps because she felt so unsettled, no matter who she thought of calling, she never pressed the dial button.

 

In the end, she exited her contacts and opened Baidu instead.

 

Quietly, she typed out a few words and tapped search: “Signs of violent tendencies—”

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