Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 80 - The Bath Towel Covered Her Eyes that had Undergone Complete Cosmetic Surgery

November 26, 2025 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 80: The Bath Towel Covered Her Eyes that had Undergone Complete Cosmetic Surgery

 

When Shen Fu woke up in the morning, the very first thing he felt was a splitting headache, similar to when he usually stayed out socializing half the night without proper rest.

 

Beneath him was the wide, soft center of a hotel bed. The blanket covered his waist and abdomen, and under the faint golden sunlight streaming in through the window, the firm lines of his chest muscles were fully exposed. Though his finely sculpted features looked worn and strained, the side profile against the light was like something straight out of a manga.

 

He pressed his long fingers to his brow bone and opened his eyes.

 

What came into view was a spacious, quiet hotel master bedroom. Clothes were scattered messily all over the floor—his suit, his shirt, even his belt was hanging off the foot of the bed. Suddenly, a faint breath brushed across his shoulder.

 

The haze of sleep cleared from his eyes, and his usual calm returned. Turning his head, he saw Qu Bixin tightly wrapped in a thin blanket, sleeping close against him. Her breathing was soft and even, and her cheeks were flushed from sleep.

 

Seeing this, the chaotic scene from last night came back to him.

 

The air seemed frozen. Shen Fu didn’t move, lying still until Qu Bixin’s breathing shifted and she began to wake. Her eyes, no longer covered by silk, were open and clear, looking straight at him.

 

Her gaze landed on the man’s delicate, lean collarbone, and upward—onto his handsome, frosty face.

 

“You’re awake, huh—”

 

Qu Bixin was the first to speak, breaking the awkward silence between them.

 

No surprise. After splitting up, they’d spent one indulgent night in the same bed again—hardly easy to face each other upon waking.

 

Her bare face carried a fearless smile, and in her sugary doll-like voice, deliberately drawn out, she teased: “Have you never touched a woman before?”

 

Shen Fu met her eyes. His fine features were bathed in the morning light, and even with his poor complexion, his face remained breathtaking. Maybe from all the kissing last night, his thin lips were still tinged with red.

 

He didn’t answer at first. Qu Bixin pressed on with a provocative jab: “Your skills were really bad…”

 

Shen Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, then finally spoke in a voice flat and devoid of emotion: “You were the one who threw yourself at me.”

 

Last night, he’d only been drugged, not struck with amnesia. The moment he regained clarity, he knew exactly what had happened.

 

As a man, he wasn’t about to demand that Qu Bixin “take responsibility” the next day.

 

He suddenly flung back the blanket. From the strength behind the movement, it was clear he was angry, though it barely showed on his face.

 

His physique was excellent, the product of a steady fitness routine. He wasn’t embarrassed about being seen. He picked up his shirt and suit trousers from the floor and put them on expressionlessly.

 

Qu Bixin sat on the edge of the bed. She had expected that, upon waking, even if he didn’t rage at her for her disgusting methods, he would at least be furious at being tricked and robbed of his purity.

 

Who would have thought Shen Fu’s reaction would be so cold? Without a word, he dressed neatly, like a heartless man discarding her after a night.

 

Qu Bixin bit her lip hard, her eyes stinging red.

 

What else could that mean? He didn’t care. She meant nothing to him.

 

Shen Fu had been planning to leave, but realized he couldn’t find his phone.

 

He turned back, eyes landing on the woman sitting with her head lowered by the bed. “Where’s my phone?”

 

Qu Bixin lifted her head, answering with vindictive satisfaction: “I flushed it down the toilet.”

 

Shen Fu stood tall and unmoving. He actually believed she was capable of something like that.

 

After a moment, he pulled his wallet from his suit jacket.

 

Qu Bixin slowly got up from the bed. Her doll-like voice, now edged with emotion, rang out: “Don’t waste your time looking. Your ID and passport photos—I ripped them up last night. They’re in the trash. Go find them yourself.”

 

After snapping photos of him, she’d had a sudden thought: if he tried to storm off, wouldn’t she have been slept with for nothing?

 

So, without fear, she emptied his wallet. She shredded the cash into pieces, not leaving him a single cent.

 

Here in Japan, where he was a stranger with no support—let’s see if he could sprout wings and fly away.

 

By the time Shen Fu turned back, Qu Bixin was already leisurely walking to the bathroom to wash up.

 

When the man strode in after her, she tugged off her robe, standing bare in front of the mirror, her lips curved faintly as she said in a singsong doll’s voice: “I’m going to shower. If you want to watch, suit yourself.”

 

He didn’t need to look to know his face was ice-cold. If he hadn’t grown used to her tricks after four years of being together, he would have been furious enough to vomit blood.

 

With a bang, the bathroom door was slammed shut.

 

Qu Bixin stood under the cold water soaking her shoulders. Her lashes fluttered as she watched Shen Fu’s back retreat.

 

She wore a half-smile, her throat tight, but she refused to cry.

 

Halfway through her shower, the tightly closed bathroom door was suddenly flung open.

 

The man stormed in, his face dark as frost, lips pressed into a thin, cold line. He seized her wrist and yanked her into the bathtub.

 

It all happened too fast for her to react.

 

When she looked up, Shen Fu had already grabbed a white bath towel from the side and thrown it over her face. For an instant, she thought he was enraged to the point of murder, and panic made her struggle.

 

But Shen Fu was merciless, pinning her down firmly in the bathtub.

 

What followed was less lovemaking than torment. It ended only forty minutes later.

 

Qu Bixin’s hair clung damply to her forehead and cheeks, her teeth had bitten her lower lip raw and bleeding, and her breathing was hot and ragged. She no longer had the strength to pull the bath towel away from her eyes. Beside her, the man’s breathing was just as harsh and uneven.

 

Her wrist dangled over the edge of the bathtub, pale and slender.

 

Above it, Shen Fu’s fingers slowly loosened, one by one, releasing his grip on her.

 

Their breathing was close, both uneven and ragged.

 

Qu Bixin’s body ached, cold sweat dripping down her skin. Her mind was full of jumbled images, fragments beyond her control.

 

She saw the stunning moment Shen Fu appeared before her for the first time.

 

Then, the shy look he wore when he first leaned in to kiss her.

 

And more recently, just days ago in the hospital, when he pulled her into the elevator corridor, his gaze uncharacteristically shaken, two long fingers gripping her cheeks as he demanded in a low voice what had happened to her eyes.

 

Qu Bixin had never known that Shen Fu liked her old almond-shaped eyes, so dark and clear.

 

She had only ever noticed that when she smiled, his gaze lingered a little longer.

 

Back then, her heart leapt with joy—she thought he liked watching her smile, so she smiled more often.

 

But after her cosmetic surgery, even once the recovery ended and her eyes were sculpted into flawless perfection, they would never again carry the same expression as before when she smiled.

 

Her long lashes were pressed down under the bath towel, the bridge of her nose exposed just enough to breathe fresh air. Slowly, her breathing steadied.

 

Shen Fu also rose, the weight pinning her down vanishing at once.

 

Perhaps his morning fury had already been vented. He rinsed himself off casually, pulled on a bathrobe, then tugged the towel away from her face.

 

Qu Bixin instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to look at him.

 

A moment later, his footsteps retreated, leaving the bathroom silent again.

 

She curled up into herself in the cold bathtub, her thin arms and legs marked all over with bruises and finger-shaped imprints. After last night and again this morning, neither time had left her with anything but pain.

 

She didn’t know how long had passed when a gentle voice in Japanese woke her.

 

The woman switched to Chinese, asking softly if she needed help.

 

Qu Bixin blinked at the stranger. “Why are you here?”

 

“I’m a hotel attendant. Mr. Shen called the front desk and asked me to come.”

 

Qu Bixin had no strength to clean herself up—she really did need someone’s help.

 

By the time she regained some energy, she couldn’t hold back from cursing that man in her heart.

 

When he wanted to sleep with her, he hadn’t shown the slightest distaste. But afterward, was it really so hard for him to help her wash?

 

The woman looked around thirty-four, attentive in her service. At one point, she even asked tactfully if Qu Bixin wanted her to call the police.

 

The misunderstanding wasn’t strange—anyone would have thought the same, seeing the shocking bite marks and bruises across her skin.

 

Qu Bixin calmly shook her head. Once she was washed and dressed, she leaned on the woman’s arm to walk out.

 

There was no sign of Shen Fu in the bedroom; the woman reminded her, “Mr. Shen is in the living room.”

 

Qu Bixin thought: without his passport, ID, phone, or money, even if he wanted to run away, where could he go in this foreign country? That thought kept her at ease. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she said, “Please help me order lunch. Thank you.”

 

She tipped the attendant generously, who accepted it gladly and left with enthusiasm.

 

Qu Bixin rested on the bed for a while, then stepped out into the living room. The man sat there in silence, dressed in a crisp shirt and black suit trousers, long fingers holding her phone.

 

But without a passcode or fingerprint, it wouldn’t unlock at all.

 

She had changed it last night precisely to prevent this.

 

Fetching a bottle of water from the fridge, she wet her throat—after being pressed into the bathtub for more than forty minutes, she hadn’t repented in the slightest. Now able to speak again, she began provoking the already hostile man: “Don’t forget, you promised to stay with me for a week, Shen Fu. Even if there’s only one minute or one second left, you must stay with me.”

 

Shen Fu tossed the phone onto the coffee table, his voice low and cold: “Unlock it.”

 

Qu Bixin’s lips tightened. She knew perfectly well that if she refused, he might simply grab her finger and force it.

 

Shen Fu’s patience had limits. His tone carried no hint of jest: “Or do you think you can handle a third time?”

 

The threat was clear—if she resisted, what had happened in the bathtub would not remain a one-time punishment.

 

Her breath quickened, her temper flaring: “How did I never realize you could be this shameless?”

“If you’re that eager for me to take you, I’ll oblige.” Shen Fu’s icy composure deepened, but now an unfamiliar darkness seeped through his words and bearing.

 

A man who had clawed his way up from the gutter, steeped in filth that could never see the light—how could anyone expect him to be clean?

 

For four years, Qu Bixin had never once known the truth of him.

 

She had only ever been blinded by the illusion.

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