Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 109 - He’s Deliberately Not Hanging Up the Call

January 27, 2026 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 109: He’s Deliberately Not Hanging Up the Call

 

The child was at the He family. The news stunned He Qingchi for a long moment—

 

She listened as her father, in the span of three minutes, used countless adjectives to praise the child, and finally even told a blatant lie: “Daughter, I’m telling you, his features are exactly like his grandpa’s…”

 

She could tolerate anything else, but that was one claim He Qingchi absolutely could not turn a blind eye to.

 

The little one currently had a chubby bun-like face, but if one looked carefully at the eyes and brows, he resembled Wen Shuchen much more. Where exactly did “looking like Grandpa” come from?

 

Father He was completely conquered by his little grandson and firmly believed what he said: “Look at that nose and those eyes — identical to what I had as a kid!”

 

He Qingchi never bothered arguing about these things with elders. She slowly set her phone down.

 

The He family would send the child over. Most likely, Wen Shuchen had arranged it that way on purpose.

 

His thoughtful action meant He Qingchi didn’t need to explain anything to her father; she could pretend not to know and openly keep the child by her side.

 

That same day, the He family drove over for several hours.

 

At nine that night, He Qingchi stood under the courtyard lights in a light blue cheongsam, watching a black private car stop at the mouth of the alley. A bodyguard stepped forward to open the door, and her father, dressed in a suit, tugged at his jacket to hide his beer belly, then bent down—very nimbly—to lift the child from the back seat.

 

At this hour, the little one was already dozing, snoring softly, his small head leaning on his grandfather’s shoulder, tilting even farther. He wasn’t afraid of strangers at all. By the time he was handed into He Qingchi’s arms, he was sound asleep—no waking him.

 

Father He lowered his voice, not daring to speak too loudly: “My grandson didn’t take his afternoon nap, then sat in the car for hours… he’s groggy. Hurry, take him inside to lie down.”

 

He Qingchi looked at the child’s plump, slightly flushed face, then quietly carried him into her room.

 

Knowing the little one was coming, the courtyard had been tidied thoroughly. Anything sharp or dangerous enough to hurt a child had been put away, even the incense burners weren’t lit.

 

After settling the child, she turned and went back to the living room.

 

Father He was already seated, drinking tea. Yao Jing was beside him, observing his mood and responding to his questions.

 

He Qingchi was used to seeing this. Her life was simple; he always asked the same things—how she was sleeping, whether she was still taking medicine frequently, and, most importantly, whether anyone from the Wen family had come.

 

For the past three years, no matter how fiercely the Wen family fought internally, Father He didn’t care as long as none of it involved He Qingchi.

 

Yao Jing hid what had happened at He Li’s wedding. She knew that if she told the truth, the man before her would probably explode in anger.

 

He Qingchi stood in the distance, only approaching after a few minutes.

 

Father He happened to set down his teacup and deliberately changed the subject, instructing Yao Jing to brew another cup.

 

Looking into He Qingchi’s eyes, he suspected she had been crying in her room.

 

But she looked calm, sitting for a long time without speaking.

 

Father He watched for a while, then finally said, “Daughter… if you’re hurting, cry to your dad.”

 

The ache in He Qingchi’s chest had already faded a great deal over the past few days. Seeing the sleeping child earlier hadn’t brought tears. Now, looking at her father’s hesitant expression, she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or not.

 

“This child is already over three. The moment he entered the He residence he asked for his grandpa, and after finding me, he kept asking me to give his mother back to him. He’s not afraid of strangers at all and gets along with everyone in our family.”

 

This made Father He even regret sending the little one away back then—letting Wen Shuchen raise him for three years, while his own daughter stayed lonely for those same three years.

 

He Qingchi listened silently, eyes lowered.

 

Father He continued, “His father… hasn’t come looking for you, right?”

 

He Qingchi’s fingertips instinctively tightened in her palm, then released.

 

She lifted her eyes to meet her father’s questioning gaze, then shook her head after a long moment.

 

It wasn’t quite a lie—Wen Shuchen hadn’t looked for her these past three days. That night didn’t count; they had simply run into each other.

 

Father He looked relieved, and He Qingchi felt a measure of tension ease as well.

 

It was better if Wen Shuchen didn’t seek her out; after three years apart, she truly didn’t know how she was supposed to face him.

 

Father He sighed, “He sent the child to the He family. That means things are back under his control.”

 

He didn’t say the rest, but He Qingchi understood.

 

Wen Shuchen would eventually come to the He family to find her—it was only a matter of time.

 

With a child between them, Father He couldn’t bring himself to urge divorce or separation. He had only one request: “Daughter, all your dad wants is for you to live well.”

 

Her condition had already improved a lot. Living in Wushan Town had helped her recover from most of her psychological issues. She understood her father’s worries these past three years. As a daughter, she had no resentment left.

 

Whenever this topic came up, she had become used to saying nothing.

 

Father He stopped and switched topics. “Do you still have those frequent nightmares?”

 

“Occasionally.” He Qingchi remembered a few things. What she saw in her dreams had been confirmed through her father’s words.

 

The headaches she had half a year ago had eased a great deal.

 

Father He gave a few more reminders, then didn’t stay the night in Wushan Town.

 

Before leaving, he stopped by her room to look at his grandson one more time.

 

It was obvious he genuinely adored the child—he even secretly took a photo before leaving.

 

After everyone was gone, it was nearly dawn.

 

He Qingchi walked into the room and quietly sat on the edge of the bed. She lowered her head to look at the child lying under her blanket—his cheeks soft and round, his eyelashes long, casting a faint shadow. His little mouth was puckered as if dreaming about something.

 

She watched him for a long time, until a sudden, jarring ringtone snapped her back to reality.

 

Her lashes trembled as she looked toward the phone half-hidden under the silk quilt.

 

The ringtone continued. Afraid it might wake the child, she didn’t stop to think. She immediately picked up the call and turned toward the doorway. Outside, the courtyard was dark, lit only by a few lanterns.

 

Standing beside the door, she listened to the faint noise coming from the phone.

 

After she answered, Wen Shuchen lingered in silence for a moment, listening to her breathing, before speaking in his deep voice: “Is our son asleep?”

 

He Qingchi adjusted her breathing slightly. If not for the fact that everyone in the courtyard was under her father’s supervision, she would have suspected Wen Shuchen had someone watching from inside. How else could he guess so accurately?

 

Her fingertips tightened around the cold screen. She lifted her head toward the pale yellow moonlight outside, feeling strangely unreal.

 

Four years had passed, yet Wen Shuchen sounded exactly the same. It was she who had changed.

 

Perhaps because she didn’t respond immediately, Wen Shuchen patiently waited and then said, “I sent him to the He family so you can spend more time with him.”

 

He Qingchi lowered her lashes, her voice soft as it slipped past her lips: “Is there anything I should pay attention to?”

 

She had no experience caring for a child and needed his guidance.

 

The man on the phone paused before speaking again. “When he wakes up, someone needs to be beside him, or he’ll cry. When he’s sleepy, he’ll find a place to lie down himself. He isn’t picky with food, but don’t let him eat anything too spicy—he’ll get an upset stomach.”

 

He Qingchi took the instructions seriously. It seemed the only topic they could share was their son.

 

Anything deeper—Wen Shuchen was reluctant to talk about over the phone.

 

And He Qingchi was unwilling to discuss her life with him, which created a long stretch of silence.

 

Wen Shuchen didn’t suggest ending the call; it was as if he had intentionally forgotten. He kept circling back to their child, which made it impossible for He Qingchi to hang up. She sat quietly by the doorway, listening to him speak.

 

“There are lots of videos of him on my phone… when he first learned to call for people, when he learned to eat, when he learned to walk—I recorded everything.”

 

That was why, after three or four years, he still hadn’t changed his phone.

 

She hadn’t looked through it in the last three days, but after hearing this, she finally checked the photo gallery.

 

They talked into the early hours of the morning. Only when Wen Shuchen realized she needed rest did he gently say, “I’ll call you again tomorrow morning.”

 

He Qingchi didn’t respond. Hearing movement from inside the room, she ended the call.

 

The little one had groggily woken up again. Crawling out from under the blanket, his hair a fluffy mess, he looked at the unfamiliar room in a daze—until he saw He Qingchi. Instantly, his eyes lit up with little stars. “Little Sister Xiao Chi!”

 

He Qingchi walked over with a faint smile. “We meet again.”

 

The little boy cheered and lunged into her arms, his voice crisp and sweet: “It’s been so many days! Did you miss me?”

 

He Qingchi hugged his small body and couldn’t resist kissing his chubby cheek. “I did.”

 

Hearing that, the little boy squinted his eyes into a thin line, smiling brightly. Then, in a soft, milky voice, he asked: “Then do you miss Daddy?”

 

He Qingchi froze slightly, looking down at the child.

 

In his world, he didn’t understand anything about adult problems. He didn’t think it strange that his parents weren’t together. Under Wen Shuchen’s care, he hadn’t developed any of the loneliness or sensitivity typical of a child from a single-parent home. In fact, he naturally believed his mother loved both him and his father very much.

 

—Which was why he asked if she missed his dad.

 

“Daddy said I can stay with you for many days!”

 

He tilted his head against her shoulder, giggling as he spoke: “Little Sister Xiao Chi, aren’t you happy to hear that?”

 

He Qingchi nodded and set him down to put on his shoes. “Are you hungry?”

 

He nodded too, but didn’t forget to ask, “Where’s Grandpa Qingqing?”

 

Seeing that he even remembered her father, He Qingchi couldn’t help giving him a sideways look. “You were only with Grandpa for half a day, and you already got attached?”

 

“No!”

 

The little boy looked very serious as he declared: “When Grandpa Qingqing isn’t here, I can ask Daddy to come!”

 

“……”

 

He Qingchi realized she needed to clarify things with this little boy who was apparently plotting on behalf of his father. “Did your dad teach you that?”

 

The child shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum, pressing his lips together in a delicate smile. “Grandpa Qingqing said bad things about Daddy, and I heard him… Little Sister Xiao Chi, can I invite Daddy to your house?”

 

“Can I?”

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