Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 100 - Miss He Keeps Vomiting Even When Given Water. Let’s Take Her to the Hospital

January 06, 2026 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 100: Miss He Keeps Vomiting Even When Given Water. Let’s Take Her to the Hospital

 

Under a night sky as black as ink, the harsh headlights stretched Shen Fu’s shadow long across the ground.

 

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Qu Bixin used all her strength to suppress the urge to run him over. Her pretty face was icy cold as she reached into her bag, pulled out her compact mirror and lipstick, and carefully reapplied the color he had kissed off in the study. Then she slowly started the car, not sparing even a glance—let alone the corner of her eye—at the man still standing beside the villa gate.

 

After she drove out of the villa district and Shen Fu’s silhouette was completely out of sight…

 

Only then did the fury stuck in Qu Bixin’s chest dissipate by half.

 

She hadn’t managed to get any information about the Wen family out of Shen Fu tonight. Taking out her phone, she called He Qingchi—and at the same time put Shen Fu’s number on her blacklist.

 

At the He residence, He Qingchi answered Qu Bixin’s call and quietly listened for half a minute.

 

The Wen family had sealed all news. No one knew what condition Wen Shuchen was in.

 

Whether the doctors could save him was completely uncertain.

 

He Qingchi felt as if her entire body were in waves of pain she couldn’t control. She couldn’t even pinpoint where it hurt. Lying on the cold bed in the middle of the night, letting the darkness swallow her, she woke once around four in the morning. Her long, lowered lashes trembled; her consciousness was hazy, unable to tell dream from reality.

 

Those memories buried deep within her heart seemed to be faintly stirring awake.

 

On her first night back at the He residence, He Qingchi dreamt a great deal. Some fragments were sharply clear, others blurry. She dreamt she was bound hand and foot and thrown into a car trunk. Beside her sat a figure quietly keeping her company—its face indistinguishable. The dream shifted through five or six different scenes. Every time she was on the verge of panicking, that figure would appear, standing in front of her.

 

But none of it mattered—inside the dream or out of it, everything felt like sharp fragments cutting into her. The torment she suffered was real; the piercing pain and endless darkness surged at her in waves.

 

When she woke, the sunlight outside the window was just right.

 

He Qingchi lay in bed, surrounded by emptiness, devoid of warmth.

 

She opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling for a long time. When she subconsciously tried to turn over, she realized there was no trace of a man on the pillow beside her.

 

Some habits had long since seeped into her bones.

 

During the period she stayed at the He residence recovering from her leg injury, she would sometimes shed tears in her sleep without noticing. When she woke, she would instinctively reach out to feel if someone was beside her, and would subconsciously try to inhale the lingering scent on the pillow.

 

But she could no longer find any trace of Wen Shuchen—

 

This was the He residence. How could he be here?

 

Perhaps afraid that his daughter might spiral, Father He arranged for several young cousins to accompany her whenever they were free. Everyone avoided mentioning anything related to the Wen family, treading carefully, afraid a single wrong word might hurt her.

 

In front of others, He Qingchi quietly focused on her recovery, not causing turmoil like some madwoman disrupting the household.

 

She ate her three meals according to the family doctor’s instructions. At night, by nine o’clock, she turned off her room’s lights. Every night Father He would quietly check on her, relieved only by the sight of her lying motionless under the covers—never noticing that she often lay awake until dawn with her eyes open.

 

Nearly a month passed. Her communication with others seemed normal, her appetite normal, her moods steady.

 

And because of this, Father He felt even more uneasy. He privately told the family doctor, “Back when she was rescued from that kidnapping, the first few days she also ate and slept perfectly fine… then suddenly she started running fevers and falling unconscious.”

 

The doctor examined He Qingchi thoroughly. Her fractured knee was healing well. He assured Father He he was overthinking.

 

Even with repeated reassurances, Father He could not rest easy.

 

His worry kept him awake night after night, and he even lost a noticeable amount of weight.

 

Three days later, He Qingchi’s condition finally broke open.

 

The trigger was simple: a legal team and secretary delegation arrived from Jiangcheng. There was no sign of Song Chao. Other than two lawyers she remembered from when she signed the marriage agreement, the rest were strangers.

 

After a month, Wen Shuchen had finally sent people.

 

He had instructed the legal team to deliver a thick stack of documents to the He residence. He Qingchi was able to wheel herself downstairs. In the living room, she didn’t look at the contents—not even a word.

 

The lead lawyer in a dark navy suit calmly explained, “These assets are all being transferred by President Wen to you, Mrs. Wen.”

 

He Qingchi’s lips were drained of all color. She didn’t take the documents. Her dark eyes fixed on the men before her. “He wants a divorce?”

 

The lawyers paused. The secretary quickly stepped forward. “President Wen means… he may not be able to take care of you in the future, so this is meant as…”

 

The word compensation never made it out.

 

He Qingchi’s mind buzzed in chaos. She remembered only one thing—Wen Shuchen hadn’t sent a legal team to divorce her.

 

These assets were all under his name. Their value was incalculable. And he handed them all to her without blinking.

 

To accept or reject them, Father He silently respected his daughter’s decision.

 

He Qingchi lowered her lashes, hiding her emotions, and asked, “Is he… in good health?”

 

The secretary said nothing.

 

The silence stretched. He Qingchi didn’t want to imagine the worst.

 

But if Wen Shuchen were getting better, why would he rush to transfer all his assets to her?

 

What was he afraid of?

 

He Qingchi turned the questions over and over in her mind until she felt like her head would crack, but there was no answer.

 

Sitting in her wheelchair, she felt utterly drained—even holding a pen felt impossible.

 

The secretary finally spoke. “President Wen is currently abroad…”

 

He Qingchi lifted her lashes. They were already streaked red.

 

The secretary couldn’t bear it, but he didn’t know much more himself.

 

“Madam, please accept these assets. It will put President Wen’s mind at ease.”

 

Tears slid down He Qingchi’s pale cheeks. She looked unbearably fragile—enough to stir pity in any man. But the lawyers and secretary had a job to do. They wanted to comfort her, but didn’t know what they could or should say.

 

The Wen family had completely sealed off all internal information. He Qingchi felt as though Wen Shuchen had shut her completely out of his world—refusing to let her near, even seeming to want to repay some imagined debt by giving her material compensation and cutting ties cleanly.

 

She had endured an entire month waiting—not for assets.

 

After the lawyers and secretary left the He residence, she could no longer hold back. Her sobs burst out uncontrollably, shoulders trembling. Her fair fingers covered her face, yet tears still dripped endlessly through the gaps.

 

A full month of stable emotions shattered instantly with one tiny piece of news about Wen Shuchen.

 

Father He’s face was filled with worry; he knew his daughter had truly fallen deeply this time.

 

By the time He Qingchi calmed down, it was already evening.

 

She knew very well that no one would tell her anything about the Wen family—not even her father, whose stance was firm.

 

Until Wen Shuchen resolved the internal family conflict, Father He absolutely would not let her return. Losing her heart was still better than losing her life.

 

The next morning, He Qingchi developed a high fever and could not wake up.

 

She had held herself together for a month, and Wen Shuchen’s transfer of assets crushed her completely. The impact hit too hard. She could no longer lie to herself—could no longer pretend that he would eventually come to the He residence to pick her up.

 

She burned with fever all night, barely conscious, tears silently slipping from the corners of her eyes.

 

When she didn’t cry or make noise, Father He was so worried he couldn’t sleep.

 

Now that everything was erupting all at once, it was practically killing him.

 

The situation was painfully reminiscent of the days after she had been rescued from the kidnapping—Father He sitting at her bedside, eyes bloodshot from staying up all night, hastily calling the family doctor and nurses over.

 

The bedroom door closed gently. The bright lights in the hallway only made the heart sink further.

 

Unable to suppress his agitation, Father He took a cigarette from his pocket, but seeing He Li standing by the staircase, he put it away—he wouldn’t smoke in front of his niece.

 

“Uncle…” He Li’s eyes glittered with tears, her voice soft and trembling. She tugged at his sleeve. “Why don’t we send Cousin back to her husband? Then the wounds in her heart will heal.” 

 

But Father He refused.

 

Now that Wen Yue’s mother was dead, the conflict between Wen Yue and Wen Shuchen was no longer a simple matter of brothers fighting over inheritance.

 

Wen Yue was capable of anything—even sacrificing his own life.

 

Wen Shuchen could not afford that.

 

On this matter, Father He was more resolute than ever. He comforted his niece gently and sent her to rest. At that moment, the family doctor stepped out of the room. “We need to send Miss He to the hospital,” he said. “She can’t even swallow water without vomiting. There’s nothing more we can do here…”

 

The unrelenting fever shook the entire He household.

 

In the late hours of the night, Father He ordered the driver and bodyguards to prepare for departure. He personally took He Qingchi to the hospital. In the car, she was already unable to recognize people clearly—and cried out in pain whenever someone touched her.

 

Just like years ago—she cried that she hurt, but couldn’t say where.

 

Her pale lips whispered through the haze, “It hurts… big brother… cut off his hand… Dad… Daddy…”

 

Father He froze mid–wipe, the handkerchief trembling in his grip. Tears welled in his aged eyes. “If Wen Shuchen hadn’t blocked those knife blows for you during the kidnapping, I would never have agreed to let you marry him. After you survive this, consider your life repaid. From then on, we owe him nothing… You still have Dad. You still have me, my girl.”

 

The pain in her head gradually turned numb. Her pallor made it seem like she might stop breathing any moment.

 

Upon arriving at the hospital, doctors and nurses immediately surrounded her and rushed her into emergency care.

 

Father He nearly couldn’t breathe. He staggered, almost collapsing if not for the bodyguard supporting him.

 

He was helped onto a bench.  Someone poured him a glass of water.

 

Only after drinking did the constriction in his chest ease slightly. He let out a long sigh. “Maybe it’s better she fell ill… once she recovers, these past events will fade. Better than having me worry every single day.”

 

“Sir, do you want the doctor to check on you?” the bodyguard asked.

 

Father He waved him off weakly and sat for a long time.

 

So long that finally, the emergency-room doors opened, and a doctor walked out.

 

Father He gestured for the bodyguard to help him up, his steps unsteady. “Doctor, how’s my daughter?”

 

The doctor removed his mask, expression grave. “She’s pregnant. None of the family knew? We can’t give her medication right now. We can only use physical cooling to prevent the fever from continuing.”

 

Pregnant???

 

Father He stared blankly for two seconds—then his vision went dark, and he collapsed onto the floor.

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