Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 84 - Wen Shuchen drove Shen Fu into bankruptcy, and rumor has it that it was for the sake of a woman

December 05, 2025 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 84: Wen Shuchen drove Shen Fu into bankruptcy, and rumor has it that it was for the sake of a woman

 

Wen Shuchen’s medical report came out, and the doctor handed it to He Qingchi first.

 

Aside from one external wound that needed ointment, his body had no other internal injuries. With some medicine, he could recover on his own in a few days.

 

He Qingchi couldn’t quite understand the professional terms on the report, but she still patiently listened to the doctor’s explanation, carefully remembered the precautions, and then tucked the report away with great care.

 

Wen Shuchen sat in the office chair, slowly fastening the cuff buttons on his sleeves. Under the lamp, his handsome brows were lightly furrowed, paying no attention to the doctor’s instructions at all—completely leaving everything for He Qingchi to handle, as though he were just an outsider.

 

Only after the couple left the consultation room did he take his phone from his pocket, glance at a message on the screen, then, without showing any expression, gently steadied He Qingchi by the waist and led her into the elevator.

 

After pressing the button to the underground parking lot, Wen Shuchen, his tall figure upright in his suit, stood by the elevator doors, lowered his head, and spoke to the woman inside: “Go home first. I’ll be back before dawn.”

 

He Qingchi narrowed her dark eyes at him, as though wanting to read something from his expression.

 

She reached out, held his wrist, and bit her words: “If you want me to go back alone, shouldn’t you give me some kind of explanation?”

 

“I’m waiting for Shen Fu—”

 

Wen Shuchen gave her four words, without mentioning Shen Tingji.

 

After hearing that, He Qingchi simply let him go and nodded. “Then I won’t delay your business.”

 

The night outside was thick and quiet. By the time she returned to the villa, it was already the second half of the night.

 

Leaving the black-suited bodyguards behind, she went upstairs. She didn’t go straight to sleep, nor even change clothes. She slipped off her high heels, stepped barefoot on the cold floor, and headed for the study.

 

She turned on a lamp. The windows were tightly drawn, letting no light escape.

 

Her slender figure cast a shadow on the wall as she bent slightly over the desk, pulling open drawer after drawer. She didn’t look through the folders in detail—just let her eyes skim over them before closing each one again.

 

The lowest drawer held no documents, only two white pill bottles.

 

He Qingchi picked them up and glanced at the labels: sleeping pills and tranquilizers.

 

She gently put them back. Her eyes flicked across the room but found nothing else unusual. All the drawers had been opened except for the safe.

 

She didn’t know the code, so she couldn’t see what was inside.

 

Leaning her waist against the desk, her expression faint, she quietly faced the floor-to-ceiling window for a long while.

 

By the time the clock pointed to 4:01 a.m., the sky outside was no longer pitch dark. He Qingchi rose slowly, bent to hook her high heels with two pale fingers, and silently left the study.

 

She returned to the master bedroom, lay down, and didn’t dwell on Wen Shuchen’s matters at the hospital.

 

As for Shen Fu, she figured he must have something important to handle.

 

Her final thought before sleep was simple. Near noon, sunlight spilled into the room, landing on her closed eyelids. Her long lashes trembled gently—she was about to wake.

 

But before that, her phone rang, waking her up.

 

Still groggy, He Qingchi lifted her head, her vision a little blurred. What caught her attention wasn’t the ringing phone, but the man’s figure by the window, casually drinking coffee. Sunlight fell on his shoulders, his white shirt glowing with a faint golden sheen, giving his tall figure a cool, distant aura.

 

Wen Shuchen seemed deep in thought, brows lowered, sipping his coffee.

 

Her gaze shifted, noticing his discarded suit and shirt draped by the bed.

 

Before she could gather her senses, Wen Shuchen turned around, lazily looking at her:

“Not answering your phone?”

 

His deep, magnetic voice brought her back. Blinking lightly, she remembered the phone beside her.

 

Sitting up with the quilt, she reached for it.

 

On the screen, the caller ID read: “Qu Bixin.”

 

Seeing that name, He Qingchi guessed immediately—it must be about Shen Fu flying back to China for Shen Tingji. She tapped to answer, lifting the covers and heading to the bathroom.

 

“He Qingchi, can’t you even keep an eye on your man?!!”

 

Qu Bixin’s voice burst through, furious. If not for the distance, she probably would have stormed into the villa herself.

 

Putting the call on speaker, He Qingchi calmly washed her face and brushed her teeth.

“Let me remind you—last night, the one who flew back from Japan for Shen Tingji was Shen Fu. What do you mean I can’t keep an eye on my man?”

 

“You slept like the dead last night. Didn’t even notice there wasn’t a man beside you?”

 

Grinding her teeth, Qu Bixin added: “Come on, missy, it hasn’t even hit the headlines yet. You’re still in the country—can’t you keep up with the news?”

 

Frowning slightly at her words, He Qingchi lifted her head—

 

Just in time to see, in the clean bathroom mirror, the man leaning casually against the doorway. Shirt and black slacks, one hand in his pocket, he looked completely relaxed as he watched her wash up.

 

Their eyes met in the reflection. A faint trace of white foam clung to her lips.

 

Through the phone, Qu Bixin’s sharp, doll-like voice carried on clearly: “Last night Wen Shuchen and Shen Fu had a huge fight at the hospital. They completely fell out. Apparently, your husband was caught in Shen Tingji’s ward taking advantage of her—Shen Fu walked in right then, and the two of them didn’t even bother with appearances. Oh, and… rumor has it Wen Shuchen has already pulled his investments from Shen Fu’s company and even used his connections to block a billion-yuan deal. Looks like he’s deliberately trying to drive Shen Fu bankrupt.”

 

One after another, Qu Bixin told her everything, but emphasized one thing above all: “Shen Fu already spent ten billion in the divorce settlement with me—he doesn’t have much left. Now his company is definitely going under.”

 

With water still dripping from her fingertips, He Qingchi wiped her lips, then picked up a white towel—her expression calm like never before.

 

Qu Bixin was still on the phone, saying: “Did that little mute’s pitiful act stir up your husband’s protective instinct too? Damn, are all men blind nowadays? One by one falling for her fake white-lotus act.”

 

He Qingchi cut her off, her tone calm as she opened her lips: “Wasn’t Shen Fu’s bankruptcy exactly what you wanted?”

 

Qu Bixin paused, thought for a moment, and said: “That’s true. This way, this young miss can go and ruin him all over again.”

 

“I know about it now. I’ll hang up—”

 

He Qingchi had no time to fuss with Qu Bixin over Shen Fu’s bankruptcy. She lifted her hand and tied up her black hair high, revealing a delicate, pale face. Turning around, she quietly looked at the man a few steps away.

 

The words from the call just now had also reached Wen Shuchen’s ears.

 

The man’s expression didn’t waver in the slightest. With a faint smile, he said: “Aren’t you going to ask?”

 

He Qingchi lashes fluttered. She analyzed, calm and clear: “Whether it’s me, or Shu Yitong, who has been seeing a psychologist with you for years, we’re both much prettier than Shen Tingji. You wouldn’t stoop so low as to touch a woman whose personality is so extreme she’d bash her head against a wall. Her forehead’s already split open and bleeding, and you’d still bully her? Just how irresistible is her so-called charm?”

 

As for getting into a fight with Shen Fu, openly breaking with him, and even pulling investments out of his company—

 

He Qingchi thought Wen Shuchen must have his reasons.

 

“Qu Bixin’s words actually reminded me: when Shen Fu divorced, he split ten billion in assets. Thanks to Qu Bixin, that mess became public gossip in high society. Everyone knows that means he’s got no liquid funds in the short term. You going after his company now is like crushing an ant.”

 

She paused for a second, slowly walking up to him, her tone growing more certain: “Let me guess. Back when Shen Fu forced Qu Bixin into divorce while her family went bankrupt, it wasn’t just to shake off that marriage. He also used the divorce itself to set the stage… for today?”

 

Wen Shuchen lowered his eyes, his faint smile lingering on her face.

 

He Qingchi felt eighty percent sure she had guessed right. She was about to walk out when his arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, lifting her clean off the ground.

 

“Wen Shuchen—”

 

She was thrown onto the soft bedding. Before she could get up, her skirt was lifted by a long, cold-pale hand.

 

Chill spread up her fair legs, bringing a strange sensation.

 

Standing at the bedside, Wen Shuchen’s figure nearly engulfed her whole. Unhurried, he undid his belt, clearly intent on finishing what he hadn’t the night before.

 

“Hey! Did I guess right?”

 

He Qingchi grabbed the white pillow, blocking between them.

 

Her tied-up hair fell loose again, spilling over her shoulders and making her face look even smaller.

 

Wen Shuchen shrugged off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Soon he was wearing almost nothing. Pulling her close, he said, “Next, Shen Fu will sell off all his real estate at low prices—villas, cars, everything.”

 

His voice was low, hoarse, and steady, as he told her his next steps.

 

He Qingchi’s eyes widened. Then she heard Wen Shuchen’s whisper by her ear, intimate yet heavy with darkness: “I’ll make him a hundred times more wretched than before. He won’t even have the qualifications to be a stray dog.”

 

She was about to ask, but in an instant he stole away her consciousness—

 

Wen Shuchen was a man who usually followed through. Over the next month, sure enough—

 

He Qingchi only had to casually ask Qin Chuan to find out that Shen Fu really was offloading villas and cars at low prices. His company’s stock had plummeted. Many deals had been wrecked by Wen Shuchen’s interference. Even if Shen Fu had to pay breach-of-contract penalties, no one dared go against the Wen family.

 

一夕之间，沈复回江城风光不过半年的时间，就已经被踢出富豪圈。

In just one night, Shen Fu, who had been riding high in Jiangcheng for barely half a year, was expelled from the wealthy circle.

 

Rumors spread that perhaps Qu family’s daughter brought prosperity to her husband, and Shen Fu had personally driven away his “god of fortune,” so naturally his luck ran dry.

 

Whether he had fallen into ruin, or been blacklisted by the rich elite, people only used it as idle gossip.

 

No one really cared whether Shen Fu could recover while burdened with debt.

 

One weekend afternoon, He Qingchi went shopping at the mall.

 

She bought winter suits for Wen Shuchen and the old man at home. Near dusk, she conveniently stopped by Wen’s company to see him. Recently, he had been tied up with work almost every day, often coming home late.

 

By the time she woke in the morning, he was already on his way to the office.

 

This left the couple with very little time alone while both were awake.

 

Since the film she had shot hadn’t entered publicity yet, He Qingchi was free and decided to go see him at Wen’s.

 

She didn’t even need to call Song Chao to pick her up anymore—she could take the elevator straight to Wen Shuchen’s office. Carrying a bouquet of fresh roses, she walked slowly toward the door. Just as her fingertips touched the handle, she heard a voice from inside.

 

Faintly, the first sentence mentioned Shen Tingji’s name.

 

He Qingchi made no sound, quietly pushing the door open a crack.

 

Wen Shuchen sat upright at his desk, clad in a crisp silver-gray suit, his expression calm and composed. He didn’t interrupt the man standing before him.

 

The man, his back to He Qingchi, clearly hadn’t noticed the door open.

 

“President Wen… actually, it’s not impossible for Shen Tingji to accompany you for one night.”

 

Wen Shuchen didn’t look toward He Qingchi. Instead, with a touch of interest, he lazily replied, “Chen Gui, can you make that call?”

 

He spoke the name precisely, prompting He Qingchi to study the unfamiliar man carefully.

 

Chen Gui lived up to his name—his looks were plain and honest, the kind that would disappear in a crowd. But when he spoke, his mind was sharp, eager to curry favor with a man of Wen Shuchen’s stature—he was just short of kneeling down.

 

If He Qianchi were to mock his image—

 

It would be: dressed in a full designer suit, yet Chen Gui still carried the air of a real-estate agent.

 

Chen Gui had no idea that Mrs. Wen had already torn apart his whole look in her mind. He eagerly offered Wen Shuchen a scheme: “As long as you can show mercy and spare Shen Fu’s company, President Wen, I guarantee I’ll get Shen Tingji into your hands.”

 

Wen Shuchen didn’t even furrow a brow. His deep voice carried a subtle undertone: “Would Shen Fu agree to that?”

 

Chen Gui had been Shen Fu’s brother for many years and knew well how much he treasured Shen Tingji.

 

But what woman could ever be more important than money and status?

 

If all it took was for Shen Tingji to spend one night with Wen Shuchen to get back everything they’d lost, then to Chen Gui this was a deal worth making. What’s more, if Shen Tingji turned out to be gentle and considerate, she might even have the chance to climb up and become the new Mrs. Wen.

 

Chen Gui only hated that his brother was so stubborn—clinging to Shen Tingji, never touching her, and not letting any other man touch her either. What good was that?

 

Standing before Wen Shuchen, he made a solemn guarantee: “I’ll keep the matter of Shen Tingji absolutely secret. Your wife will never know.”

 

He Qingchi: “…”

 

Now she finally understood why Qu Bixin looked so disgusted whenever she mentioned Shen Fu’s lowlife friends.

 

This Chen Gui was already shameless enough to drag others down with him—someone who really deserved a beating from society.

 

Wen Shuchen’s attitude remained ambiguous, as if he wasn’t about to agree on the spot.

 

By now, plenty of people in their circle knew Shen Fu had ended up like this because he clung to a mute instead of giving her up to Wen Shuchen. Different versions of the story had already spread like wildfire. If it were only rumors, people might still be half in doubt.

 

But Shen Fu’s bankruptcy, the low-price sales of his villas and cars—those were undeniable facts.

 

That gave the rumors a sheen of truth. Chen Gui had observed for a whole month, and seeing that Wen Shuchen was dead serious and showed Shen Fu no mercy, he had no choice but to sneak to the Wen family himself.

 

When the conversation between the two men was nearly over, He Qingchi quietly slipped away to the nearby break room.

 

After Chen Gui left with his chest puffed up, she came back out and stood in the office doorway, her calm eyes fixed on his departing figure for a long time.

 

If Chen Gui had turned his head just then, that look alone might have made him drop to his knees in fright.

 

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around He Qingchi’s waist from behind. A familiar masculine breath followed, and she heard Wen Shuchen’s low murmur at her ear: “I let you watch quite the show.”

 

He Qingchi shot him a sidelong glance and said sarcastically: “President Wen really is blessed—people are lining up to send women for your pleasure.”

 

“I didn’t accept, did I?” Wen Shuchen distanced himself at once, pulling her into the office with his arm still around her waist.

 

When the door shut, no secretary dared disturb them.

 

Wen Shuchen carried her to the sofa, where he kissed her with focus and patience for half an hour.

 

He Qingchi’s heart quivered. Her eyes half-closed as she felt the warmth and softness of his lips.

 

She responded on her own, her pale fingers undoing two buttons at the hem of his shirt, feather-light touches brushing over his firm abs with a faint feminine fragrance.

 

By the end, both were a little breathless, clothes disheveled.

 

He Qingchi pulled down the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up to her knees, and straightened herself. Then, openly and boldly, she nestled against the man reclining on the sofa, reaching up to pinch his handsome face.

 

“You’re terrible.”

 

Wen Shuchen’s brows and eyes carried a smile. Seemingly in high spirits, he caught her fingertips and brought them to his lips, gently nibbling on them.

 

He Qingchi laughed softly, her eyes curving beautifully.

 

After a while, she rested her chin on his shoulder, deliberately breathing against his ear as she spoke: “That Chen Gui looks shady at first glance. You don’t mind lowering yourself by dealing with people like him?”

 

Wen Shuchen’s expression didn’t change. His tone was low and steady: “He’s just a small fry. Not worth mentioning.”

 

He Qingchi half-thought aloud, half-spoke: “He disdains Qu Bixin, and knowing how important Shen Tingji is to Shen Fu, he still dares to offer her to you behind his back. That Chen Gui sees only profit. To him, women mean nothing at all.”

 

“Did his words upset you?” Wen Shuchen asked quietly.

 

As if taking her nod for granted, he already seemed to plan on teaching the man a lesson later.

 

But He Qingchi wasn’t so domineering. In front of her husband, she had to reason it out: “Chen Gui entertained the thought of sending Shen Tingji to you. Would Shen Fu let him off for that? No need to dirty your own hands.”

 

Wen Shuchen half-squinted, staring at her for a long while, his meaning unclear.

 

Finally, he asked, “You seem to have quite a lot of faith in Shen Fu?”

 

He Qingchi was slightly stunned, her eyes wide as she looked at him: “Are you seriously jealous over this too?”

 

It wasn’t just that he got jealous when she spoke words of praise about another man—even glancing at someone else wasn’t allowed.

 

Wen Shuchen hid his control and possessiveness well, showing only a gentle, harmless smile: “How could I be? Am I that kind of husband?”

 

He Qingchi couldn’t help rolling her eyes, tugging at the corner of her lips: “Fine, fine, I won’t mention Shen Fu again, alright?”

 

“Mentioning him won’t help anyway. For all we know, he’s probably relying on a woman to support him now.”

 

Wen Shuchen’s long, well-defined fingers tapped her cheek as he spoke his cutting words, entirely forgetting that he was the true culprit behind Shen Fu’s downfall.

 

Not the slightest trace of guilt in him.

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