Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 90 - He Didn’t Dodge
Chapter 90: He Didn’t Dodge
The last time Wen Shuchen and Wen Yue had a confrontation, when she arrived at the Wen residence, she only learned about it from others—she hadn’t witnessed the entire scene herself. When she saw Wen Shuchen, he had already changed into a clean set of clothes without any bloodstains and was quietly sitting by the bed, treating his hands.
The shock she felt then was not even a tenth of what she felt tonight.
She wanted to move closer, but on Wen Shuchen’s chest, his black pants were stained with a few drops of Wen Yue’s blood. Her dark eyes stared at him, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Finally, she took a deep breath, calmed herself, and asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Wen Shuchen pointed in a direction on the second floor.
He Qingchi lifted up his skirt, turned around, and walked up the stairs.
He picked up his pace almost simultaneously, keeping deliberately about a step’s distance between them. His deep, unfathomable eyes fixed on her slightly tense figure as they walked.
They passed through a long corridor where the bathrooms were separated into men’s and women’s sides.
He Qingchi went straight to the men’s bathroom, lifted her fair hand, and pushed the door open, unafraid of seeing anything she shouldn’t. Luckily, it was empty and quiet.
She approached the sink, and with a slight lift of her eyelashes, she could see the man standing behind her.
Under the light, his sharply defined side profile was tense; even the corners of his eyes and brows looked overly sharp. Sweat and traces of blood speckled his chest, radiating the dark, murderous aura typical of someone accustomed to seeing blood.
Her gaze dropped to his arms—muscles taut, tattoos winding along them.
After a few seconds, she lowered her eyes again and turned on the tap.
The rush of water instantly drowned out any sounds between them. He Qingchi then turned toward him, expression neutral, and scooped up the icy water, splashing it onto him without a word.
Wen Shuchen stood as if sculpted, motionless, lips pressed thin, not dodging.
Cold water ran down his chest, soaking his black pants.
He Qingchi repeated the action multiple times, washing him, until the floor was a puddle of water.
Twenty minutes later.
Wen Shuchen’s chest and arms were completely clean—no trace of blood remained.
He Qingchi, ignoring her own wet dress, pulled off the cotton blanket wrapped around her shoulders, raised her hand to cover his pale chest, and on tiptoe, barely managed to encircle him.
Wen Shuchen’s deep eyes stirred slightly, finally responding.
He slowly lifted his nearly stiff arms and tentatively, very gently, wrapped them around her waist.
Almost immediately, he gauged her reaction.
Her eyes were sore, breathing slightly hurried, and smelling the faint trace of blood lingering on him, she could not speak. Gradually, she pressed her forehead to his warming chest.
Suddenly.
Wen Shuchen’s strong arms tightened around her, the force almost uncontrollable, as if he never wanted to let go.
A tear finally fell from He Qingchi’s long eyelashes. Earlier, she had thought of quietly leaving, but the thought dissipated as soon as it arose.
Whatever psychological issues Wen Shuchen had, she had chosen to accept them, and now she had to face them.
“Qingchi…” He pressed his handsome face against her neck, leaning closer to whisper hoarsely in her ear.
She was only wearing a sleeveless evening gown, no blanket, and it was a little cold. But being held in his strong, masculine embrace could fend off some of the chill.
She raised her fair hand, gently patting the back of his head, and softly asked, “Do you want to take some medicine?”
She didn’t know if Wen Shuchen had regained emotional control after his fight with Wen Yue.
Fearing he was still suppressing himself, she asked again.
Wen Shuchen’s face traced down her neck with warm breaths. She instinctively leaned against the wet sink, her palms pressing backward on the edge to steady herself.
Her eyes half-closed, her breathing deep and shallow, her fingertips trembling slightly.
His deep, shifting gaze seemed to be testing whether she feared him—or perhaps he was treating her as his remedy.
When he finally released her, his expression had cleared.
Her evening gown remained intact, untouched.
But under the lights, the dress she wore that night, with its off-shoulder cut exposing delicate collarbones, already bore shocking fresh red marks—
Bitten into her skin by him, little by little.
He Qingchi pressed her palm against her chest, leaning against the sink to support herself. Seeing that Wen Shuchen had mostly calmed, she collected herself and said, “Tonight, we were both played by Shen Fu.”
No one knew that He Qingchi had already guessed at Wen Shuchen’s psychological issues. Even knowing this, deliberately arranging for her to witness Wen Shuchen’s violent, bloody side was enough to trigger the childhood trauma lingering in her.
After all, her lingering trauma from being kidnapped was no secret.
Wen Shuchen moved aside, turned on the tap again, and casually wiped the water from his fingers with two tissues. After a moment, he casually dismissed He Qingchi’s guess: “Shen Fu was showing loyalty to Wen Yue—”
“Did you know in advance?” He Qingchi asked softly.
Wen Shuchen looked at her, expression unwilling to lie: “No.”
If he had known, he would never have allowed it to happen. Even at the greatest cost, he would never have let He Qingchi witness that side of him.
He Qingchi finally sorted out her thoughts and said, “Qu Bixin doesn’t act—she wouldn’t collude with Shen Fu on the road to deceive me… That must have been Shen Fu seeing me with Qu Bixin tonight and acting on the spur of the moment.”
Originally, Shen Fu might have been thinking about how to show loyalty to Wen Yue, but Qu Bixin’s sudden messages delivered everything for him.
So Wen Yue wasn’t just slightly hurt—he could witness Shen Fu manipulate both her and Wen Shuchen.
Wen Shuchen hinted, “Wen Yue is very suspicious. If he suspects something, he’ll go to any lengths to confirm it.”
Shen Fu, of course, didn’t want to sacrifice Shen Tingji, so naturally he would find a way to act through He Qingchi.
Setting that aside, He Qingchi remembered something more important. She lifted her gaze and stared at him. “You and Wen Yue have done this more than once, haven’t you? Wen Shuchen, sooner or later, you’re going to get hurt if this keeps happening.”
In the past, taking advantage of youth, he would lash out in anger and beat the other half to near death—but over time, she couldn’t help noticing Wen Yue’s bloodied face and thinking of Wen Shuchen.
It wasn’t possible for Wen Shuchen to always come out on top, and Wen Yue’s brain wasn’t defective enough to let him beat him like this every time.
Wen Shuchen wrapped her in his arms again and softly promised, “I’ll try to restrain myself from now on.”
He Qingchi could only try to overcome his behavior, too, her fingertips shrinking slightly. She wasn’t ready yet to touch the hands that had just beaten someone.
Late at night, a low-profile private car stopped on a street.
The surrounding apartment buildings had their lights out. The car window was cracked slightly, with a wisp of white smoke curling out.
Shen Fu sat in the driver’s seat, holding a cigarette between his fingers, glowing and dimming. He silently listened to the voice on the phone, then responded after a moment in a calm, indifferent tone.
Around Wen Yue, it was far from quiet; the sound of a doctor’s instructions could faintly be heard.
The two men talked in private for a while. In the end, Wen Yue said with a hint of sarcasm, “My brother is playing the gentleman and keeping his temper in front of He Qingchi, and you managed to trick her over tonight. Aren’t you afraid of retaliation later?”
“Tingji is protected by you, and my company, which I painstakingly built for four years, is already bankrupt. What is Wen Shuchen going to retaliate against?”
This clearly pleased Wen Yue.
The more enmity Shen Fu built with Wen Shuchen, the more he would be valued.
Two minutes later, the call ended.
Shen Fu took a puff of cigarette, exhaled bluish-white smoke, crushed the cigarette, and tossed it out the window.
Outside, it was so dark that not even a stray cat would pass. He closed the window, leaving the car interior unlit, and through the dimness, he watched the woman sitting motionless with her head bowed against the seat.
Qu Bixin’s chest was small, but her figure was petite and well-proportioned. Her waist was slender, her legs pale under the thin dress. From the side, her curves were clearly visible.
Shen Fu’s eyes darkened with meaning.
He opened the car door and stepped out, walking toward the trunk. After a moment, he returned, holding an unopened needle. The transparent packaging faintly displayed the words “contraceptive injection,” effective for a month…
Shen Fu lifted her snow-white wrist, aiming the needle.
Qu Bixin winced in pain but was too drowsy to fully wake.
The man discarded the used needle and packaging outside the car, lowered the passenger seat without even undoing his suit jacket buttons, and silently leaned in under the dim light.
The car heater was high; her skirt layers were lifted.
Then, in the quiet, the clear sound of his belt buckle could be heard.
Qu Bixin was awakened by her phone ringing.
Her head felt unbearably heavy; she opened her eyes for a moment, then closed them again.
The ringing continued, torturous to ignore.
After a few dozen seconds, she mustered courage to wake up, her vision blurry and still recovering, direction sense off. Sitting in the passenger seat, she groped for her phone. At that moment, the man’s long hand handed her the phone, still ringing.
Instinctively, she took it, squinting to see “He Qingchi” on the screen.
…Wait, wasn’t she in the back seat?
Why was she calling her?
Clearly, Qu Bixin’s memory was still stuck before she had dozed off. The screen illuminated her bewildered face. As she answered, she subconsciously asked the man beside her, “Why isn’t the car light on?”
From the phone, He Qingchi’s voice came: “Where are you?”
Qu Bixin was startled by the question. Seeing the man in the driver’s seat not responding, she leaned forward to turn on the car light and said to He Qingchi, “Where I am? I’m in the car…”
The next second.
The car lights turned on.
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