Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 95 - Had the Oxygen Tube Removed
Chapter 95: Had the Oxygen Tube Removed
On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, He Qingchi returned to Jiangcheng with Wen Shuchen by car.
After that, his social engagements increased. Every day, he was shuttling between the old family residence and the company’s top shareholders. Even when he worked until late at night before coming home, He Qingchi never became suspicious or called to check on him—she would simply leave a light on in the room to wait for him.
One day, as the weather gradually began to warm, she found time to visit the hospital.
Wen Shuchen’s father was hanging on by a single breath. From before the New Year until now—already March or April—he had been pushed into the operating room no fewer than ten times. Each time the hospital called, the doctors would subtly or openly remind the family to be prepared for the worst, yet Wen Jingchun always managed to survive through sheer willpower.
As the daughter-in-law, He Qingchi couldn’t always hide in the villa without showing her face.
The day she visited the hospital, she happened to see Qiu Jin and Shen Tingji outside the ward.
After a few months apart, Shen Tingji had become noticeably thinner. Her jaw was almost devoid of flesh, her slender body was lightly dressed, and even with a coat draped over her, she could barely fill it out. Her skin was unnaturally pale.
Qiu Jin seemed to harbor resentment toward her, thinking this future daughter-in-law was too dull and inarticulate.
But since no one knew when Wen Jingchun would pass away, Qiu Jin—out of selfishness—wanted her dying husband to see his daughter-in-law one last time, even if this woman was only temporarily occupying the position.
He Qingchi didn’t want to deal with Qiu Jin and first asked the nurse about Wen Jingchun’s condition over the past few days. She planned to take one look and leave.
“Qingchi, why don’t you take Tingji home on your way?” Qiu Jin shamelessly said.
The entire city of Jiangcheng knew that Wen Shuchen and Wen Yue had been openly fighting for control of the Wen family business. Yet every time Qiu Jin saw He Qingchi, she acted as if nothing had happened.
He Qingchi had seen Shen Tingji bash her head against a wall before—she didn’t want to invite trouble. She lightly refused: “I have things to do. It’s not on the way.”
“You hate her too, don’t you?” Qiu Jin, bullying Shen Tingji who didn’t talk back, smiled politely and gracefully at He Qingchi, while her words were venomous: “I’ve been thinking maybe I should just stage a car accident and get rid of her.”
He Qingchi was surprised—Qiu Jin said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Shen Tingji, on the other hand, didn’t even blink—maybe she was already numb to such things.
She wasn’t afraid of death. Upon hearing Qiu Jin openly suggest staging a fatal crash, she walked straight toward the hospital bed. Before anyone could react, she pulled out Wen Jingchun’s oxygen tube.
The ward froze for a second, followed by Qiu Jin’s hysterical scream: “Are you all dead? Why aren’t you stopping her?!”
Seeing the situation turn bad, He Qingchi slowly stepped back two paces.
Shen Tingji wasn’t afraid of what Qiu Jin might do to her. Her frail face even lifted into a faint smile. Under Qiu Jin’s emotional outburst, she was pushed to the ground in a disheveled mess.
She happened to fall right by He Qingchi’s feet. Seeing Qiu Jin about to lunge at her, He Qingchi told the bodyguards to separate them.
Qiu Jin was so furious her voice trembled as she pointed at Shen Tingji and cursed, “You little bitch—one day my son will deal with you.”
Shen Tingji lowered her gaze and remained silent, as though she had heard nothing.
He Qingchi looked up. The oxygen tube had been reinserted, and doctors and nurses were surrounding the bed. It seemed everything was under control. She told the bodyguards to take Shen Tingji outside to prevent more trouble in the ward.
Qiu Jin took several long breaths to calm down. After fixing her makeup, she said to He Qingchi, “That woman is mute and full of schemes. When she’s in a bad mood at home, she throws tantrums and threatens to die—she doesn’t care about saving face at all… Qingchi, I really don’t know who raised her to be so ill-mannered. She drives me mad!”
Perhaps even someone like Qiu Jin couldn’t tolerate Shen Tingji’s pathological behavior anymore—the pent-up emotions finally exploded, and she grabbed onto He Qingchi to vent.
Just from how Shen Tingji went to pull the oxygen tube…
He Qingchi understood that this woman had no fear of death. She made some polite replies and left the ward.
Shen Tingji, watched over by bodyguards, sat quietly in a chair in the corridor, head lowered, silent no matter who approached.
He Qingchi recalled Qiu Jin’s breakdown in the ward. If she left Shen Tingji here, those two fake-faced enemies would surely tear each other apart.
Thinking this, she rubbed her temples.
After a moment, she told the bodyguards, “Have Miss Shen follow.”
Outside the hospital—
Shen Tingji obediently got in the car, not asking where they were taking her.
Inside the car, He Qingchi was the one who spoke first: “Do you want to go back to your place, or shall I take you to Shen Fu?”
Only upon hearing “Shen Fu” did Shen Tingji finally show some reaction beneath her cold composure.
Slowly, she reached into her pocket, took out her phone, typed a line, and showed it to He Qingchi: [He has no time to care about me right now.]
He Qingchi glanced down and decided for her: “I’ll take you back to your place.”
Since Shen Tingji stayed with Qiu Jin, she was essentially living at the Wen family’s old estate. He Qingchi warned her: “You’d better contact Shen Fu. If Qiu Jin rushes back, no one can help you.”
[Qiu Jin doesn’t dare touch me.] Shen Tingji typed out, word by word.
If Qiu Jin dared to lay a finger on her, Shen Tingji had plenty of ways to cause chaos in the old house. That nearly-widowed woman only dared to make verbal threats about killing her.
Strangely, He Qingchi felt Qiu Jin must really have been angered beyond reason to say something like staging a fatal car accident.
The car drove forward slowly. Halfway there, it got stuck in traffic and stopped.
He Qingchi didn’t continue speaking with Shen Tingji. The phone ring broke the quiet.
She took out her phone—an incoming call from the hospital nurse. As she wondered why, the bodyguard in the front passenger seat also received a message. His expression became tense as he turned around and said, “Madam, the hospital just notified us—President Wen’s father has died.”
Died.
Hearing it from someone else made it feel suddenly very real.
But He Qingchi felt dazed. Perhaps because Wen Jingchun had survived emergency rescue so many times, people subconsciously believed he had a strong life force and could hold on much longer. Now, to suddenly hear that he had died—and right after she had just left the hospital, without any warning…
He Qingchi immediately told the bodyguard to turn the car around. After calming herself, she asked, “Does Wen Shuchen know?”
“The hospital should have notified President Wen first.”
Hearing that, she did not call Wen Shuchen. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared outside for a moment, then shifted her gaze to Shen Tingji.
“When we get back, don’t get out. I’ll have the bodyguards take you straight to Shen Fu.”
Though He Qingchi didn’t like Shen Tingji, she wasn’t heartless enough to leave her behind for Qiu Jin to lash out on.
Shen Tingji’s face also grew pale—she likely hadn’t expected things to escalate this far.
Seeing how He Qingchi arranged everything, her lips parted several times, but no sound came out.
“If you want to go back and see your future father-in-law, I won’t stop you.” He Qingchi had no energy to read Shen Tingji’s lip movements. If she wasn’t afraid of death and insisted on going to stand before Qiu Jin, then whatever happened next was none of her concern.
Fifteen minutes later—
The car slowly pulled back up to the hospital entrance. He Qingchi got out first. When she turned back, she saw Shen Tingji quietly tucked away in the shadowy corner of the backseat, not causing any more trouble, so she told the driver to take her away.
Wearing high heels, she walked toward the elevator with two bodyguards in black following behind.
As soon as she reached the right floor, even before getting close to the ward, she heard crying.
In just ten minutes, Qiu Jin had already fainted several times.
Her hair was disheveled as she lay over the bedside. When she heard He Qingchi return, she lifted her red-rimmed eyes toward the door. “Where is Shen Tingji?”
The words were practically squeezed out through gritted teeth.
When the oxygen tube had been pulled earlier, doctors and nurses immediately gathered to check Wen Jingchun’s condition.
He Qingchi had only left after confirming he was okay. Now that he lay dead in the bed, she first spoke with the doctor to understand what happened, then told the nearly deranged Qiu Jin, “I already sent her away. If you want to see her, have Wen Yue ask for her back.”
Qiu Jin’s lips trembled as she shook, needing a nurse to support her to keep from collapsing.
He Qingchi’s gaze moved past her to the bed, where the unmoving body was already covered with a white sheet.
Qiu Jin continued crying loudly over Wen Jingchun’s body. No one could comfort her. Regardless of how much genuine emotion was involved, she certainly made a convincing display.
Soon, relatives and shareholders of the Wen family began arriving from all directions after hearing the news.
Reporters had also rushed over but were blocked outside by bodyguards.
He Qingchi sat quietly on a chair in the hallway, listening to the waves of crying from inside the room. She felt little emotion—maybe a brief sense of heaviness, knowing that Wen Shuchen no longer had a father.
After Wen Shuchen started medication withdrawal earlier, He Qingchi had privately spoken with Meng Qingchang about him in detail.
From Meng Qingchang, she learned that despite appearing gentle and polite, Wen Shuchen lacked familial warmth and affection.
Deep down, he had always yearned for a father’s love.
He Qingchi slowly pressed her fingertips into her palm, closed her eyes, and waited.
Finally, she heard a familiar sound. She opened her eyes to see Wen Shuchen and Wen Yue arriving together.
Their eyes landed immediately on the woman sitting with her head lowered.
When He Qingchi lifted her head, she saw only Wen Shuchen—no one else mattered.
Ignoring Wen Yue completely, she stood up and walked toward her man.
“Your father, he…”
Wen Shuchen took her wrist and pulled her to his side. His expression was different from usual, and his thin lips kept steady as he spoke calmly: “I’m here. You should go home first.”
But He Qingchi wanted to stay with him. She frowned and shook her head.
Off to the side, Wen Yue let out a cold laugh at the couple acting affectionate in such a moment.
He Qingchi immediately glared at him, her tone icy: “Your fiancée pulled out your father’s oxygen tube. I’d like to see how you explain that to the Wen shareholders.”
Even though Qiu Jin had lost control earlier, she had only asked where Shen Tingji was.
She hadn’t openly blamed her—largely because she didn’t want to implicate her own son.
He Qingchi had already noticed this key point. She didn’t have the heart to push Shen Tingji out to face all of Wen Corporation, but she had no qualms about mentioning it to Wen Yue directly.
Clearly, before he arrived, Wen Yue had already been told what happened.
His father was dead, and his gaze was dark. Even toward He Qingchi, his tone was no exception: “Explain what? Let that crippled woman be buried with my father—would that satisfy you, sister-in-law?”
The way he spat out “sister-in-law” was dripping with sarcasm.
Wen Shuchen pulled He Qingchi behind him, casting a warning glance at Wen Yue.
With their father freshly dead, if the brothers fought outside the ward, it would become a huge scandal.
Seeing this, the surrounding relatives hurried over to intervene.
He Qingchi tugged lightly on Wen Shuchen’s sleeve and spoke softly: “Go see your father.”
No matter how much resentment existed between a father and son, one should still see the deceased one last time.
She wasn’t concerned about Wen Jingchun’s passing—she only wanted Wen Shuchen to find some peace in his heart.
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