Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 112 - Stay for a Few Days, Okay?

February 03, 2026 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 112: Stay for a Few Days, Okay?

 

Hearing the commotion, Qu Bixin looked up and met Shen Fu’s eyes across the room. In that brief second, she instantly regretted not booking out the entire second floor of the restaurant. And the little kid, who had been quietly drinking water, suddenly called out loudly in his crisp childish voice.

 

“Little Daddy—!”

 

That shout nearly made Qu Bixin drop her phone into her bowl. She shifted her gaze toward He Qingchi.

 

He Qingchi clearly had no idea how Shen Fu found this place. She also couldn’t stop the child from excitedly hopping off his seat and running over on his short legs—calling “Little Daddy” over and over with great enthusiasm.

 

Qu Bixin found the sight irritating and muttered through clenched teeth, “Anyone who didn’t know the situation would think that’s his real father!”

 

Seeing the lingering anger in Qu Bixin’s eyes, He Qingchi understood well that these two still had unresolved issues. She kept her face calm as she sipped her tea, watching Shen Fu walk over with the child in his arms.

 

Some men, once they decide to be shameless, can pretend nothing ever happened.

 

He sat down without being invited, the child on his lap, and with a pleasant expression said to He Qingchi, “I haven’t seen Xiao Ci in a long time. Madam Wen doesn’t mind me sitting here, right?”

 

There’s a saying: you can’t hit a smiling person. But that “Madam Wen” was truly grating to the ear.

 

The little one answered on He Qingchi’s behalf before she could, still in his sweet soft voice, reaching out to touch Shen Fu’s chin: “Little Daddy, have you seen my dad?”

 

“If you want your dad to pick you up, you can call him.” Shen Fu said, his gaze full of meaning as it drifted toward He Qingchi.

 

Qu Bixin immediately cut in: “This is a girls’ gathering. Why would you call Wen Shuchen over?”

 

“Oh, then Mr. Wen shouldn’t come.”

 

Shen Fu replied casually, decisively abandoning Wen Shuchen on the spot.

 

Qu Bixin: “…”

 

The seat originally reserved for Xiao Cen was now taken by Shen Fu, turning the meal into an awkward affair.

 

These past few years, He Qingchi rarely spoke in front of unfamiliar people. Eyes downcast, she ate quietly. 

 

The little one loved sticking to Shen Fu, insisting he feed him and even resting his head on him while eating.

 

Despite Shen Fu’s usual cold, distant temperament, he was surprisingly good at taking care of the child—better than some nannies. By the end of the meal, the only one suffering was Qu Bixin.

 

She kept tapping on her phone, messaging someone nonstop.

 

The child swallowed his rice, and after Shen Fu glanced at him, he suddenly shouted loudly toward Qu Bixin: “Pretty sister, who are you texting?”

 

For a three-year-old, the kid really knew how to flatter.

 

Hearing “pretty sister,” Qu Bixin instantly lost her temper—she had none left for him.

 

She rested her chin in her hand and smiled, “What did you call me?”

 

The child looked at his mother; seeing He Qingchi give him a small smile, he turned back and repeated: “Pretty sister!”

 

Qu Bixin’s lips lifted; deliberately avoiding looking at Shen Fu, she added with a smile, “Oh, pretty sister is texting your future pretty brother-in-law.”

 

“……”

 

The child didn’t understand what “future brother-in-law” meant, staring blankly at Shen Fu.

 

Shen Fu, as always, didn’t reveal a flicker of emotion. He calmly placed a piece of rib into the child’s bowl. “Finish eating and let your dad come pick you up. Little Daddy has something to do tonight.”

 

“Little Daddy, where are you going?”

 

“To stroll around the hospital.”

 

All of this was heard word-for-word by Qu Bixin, yet she couldn’t pinpoint why it sounded strange.

 

She didn’t think too deeply about it and secretly messaged He Qingchi: “Is Wen Shuchen coming?”

 

He Qingchi honestly didn’t know.

 

Holding Wen Shuchen’s phone to reply, she could feel Shen Fu’s glance sweep over her.

 

After dinner, the sky was fully dark.

 

Shen Fu paid the bill, returned the soft little boy to He Qingchi, and said in an easy tone, “Your husband is already on the way.”

 

He Qingchi held the child, her lashes trembling slightly.

 

The little one added in a soft childish voice, “I miss Daddy.”

 

With their combined effort, even a bystander like Qu Bixin could see the truth clearly—and she shot a mocking look at the man.

 

But Shen Fu acted as if nothing happened, leisurely standing outside. When another car approached, he took out his keys and left.

 

Having wasted half a day, Qu Bixin still had no idea why he suddenly showed up, eaten a meal, and then left abruptly.

 

…Was he that bored? 

 

Still, seeing Wen Shuchen arrive to pick them up, she couldn’t linger.

 

She drove off decisively, pausing only to whisper to He Qingchi before leaving: “Don’t let him sleep with you so easily!”

 

He Qingchi: “……”

 

Compared to Qu Bixin’s wild imagination, He Qingchi hadn’t thought of anything like that at all.

 

Holding the child, she looked up as Wen Shuchen stepped out of the car. Dressed in a dark blue suit, he unbuttoned his cuffs with long, clean fingers. He seemed completely relaxed in front of her, a gentle smile on his handsome face as he approached. His voice was low and soft: “Do you have a place to stay? If not, I happen to have a new place nearby…”

 

He knew perfectly well her apartment in Jiangcheng had been unused for a long time, and if she did stay somewhere, she would choose a hotel for convenience.

 

Asking like this was nothing more than going through the motions.

 

The little one thought his mother had agreed, and grinned foolishly at his father like an eager puppy: “Okay!”

 

“……”

 

Wen Shuchen politely and thoughtfully pulled open the car door for her. Though he spoke as though he respected her wishes about the hospital, his actions showed nothing of the sort.

 

He Qingchi didn’t say much to him. After getting into the back seat, she kept her eyes on the front.

 

Wen Shuchen immediately got in as well, sitting beside her. Because the space was large, the little guy crawled everywhere, occasionally squeezing He Qingchi into the middle. His chubby face was pressed against the car window as he looked outside.

 

Because of this, He Qingchi naturally ended up closer to Wen Shuchen, and it was already too late to move away.

 

Wen Shuchen reached out and gently guided her by the waist, then quickly let go. His face tilted toward her, their breaths close enough to mingle. “I’m not busy these next few days. Let me stay a few more days in Jiangcheng, okay?”

 

He Qingchi’s eyes opened as she looked at the handsome face so close to hers. Her whole body stiffened. After a long moment, her throat tightened slightly. No matter how many days she gave herself to prepare, the moment she saw him in person, she wanted to cry.

 

The corners of her eyes were already red, and her long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

 

Wen Shuchen suddenly pressed his fingertip gently to the corner of her eye, warm to the touch. “Qingchi, seeing me makes you cry like this… I really don’t know how I’m supposed to comfort you.”

 

He Qingchi forced herself to suppress the emotion. She shouldn’t act like this in front of the child.

 

The driver took them to a villa district she had never been to.

 

Wen Shuchen instructed the bodyguard to carry the child out of the car, then personally helped He Qingchi out. Regardless of her wishes, he held her hand firmly and didn’t let go. His expression was calm as he spoke softly, “Everything in the villa for you is newly prepared. If anything’s missing, I’ll have the bodyguard go buy it.”

 

From the looks of it, he didn’t intend for her to stay just a few days.

 

He Qingchi tried to pull her pale hand back, but whenever she used force, he met her with equal—if not stronger—strength, holding her tightly. Her emotions were unknowingly pulled along by him. Once they entered the villa, he took her upstairs.

 

Wen Shuchen deliberately sent the child away, guiding her into the master bedroom.

 

After he gently closed the door, the soft lighting cast his tall, straight silhouette onto her. It carried the same sense of security as before.

 

No matter how much time passed, even if he stood before her with a weakened, sick body…

 

He Qingchi would always instinctively feel he was reliable. Her emotions swelled in her chest with nowhere to hide, and she could only avoid looking at his face, still wearing a gentle smile.

 

“I’ll stay for one night…”

 

Tomorrow she would return to Wushan Town. If she stayed too long on Wen Shuchen’s turf, the He family would find out.

 

Being willing to stay a night already satisfied Wen Shuchen threefold.

 

He released her wrist and was about to move closer, but she had already taken two steps back, quietly hiding her hands behind her.

 

As if bracing herself against whatever he might do next…

 

Wen Shuchen let out a helpless laugh. He walked to the window and loosened the tie at his collar, his long fingers idly looping it as his gaze fixed on her. “Sit for a bit, okay?”

 

Seeing him walk toward the window, the tension in her chest finally eased a little.

 

Wen Shuchen being too close made her unable to think. Keeping a bit of distance was better.

 

She slowly walked to the bed and sat on its snow-white edge.

 

Wen Shuchen kept his distance, his lowered eyelashes shadowing the deep gaze fixed silently on her.

 

The atmosphere in the master bedroom stayed quiet for a long time. From the moment she first saw him, He Qingchi’s mind had gone blank. She never imagined the two of them would one day sit face-to-face like this, silent.

 

In the end, it was Wen Shuchen who broke the stillness. His voice lowered, soft and faint: “These three years… I’ve known you were in Wushan Town.”

 

He Qingchi’s lashes lifted suddenly, and a faint shimmer seemed to flash across her eyes.

 

Wen Shuchen wanted to explain but didn’t know where to begin.

 

He had practiced the words for so long, yet now all he could say was a few plain sentences: “Back then, my health was bad. Later, when I wanted to look for you… I learned you were in Wushan Town recovering, and that you were getting better.”

 

He Qingchi wanted to ask him—was that why he hadn’t appeared?

 

But the words stayed stuck in her throat, lingering just like Wen Shuchen’s. Her red lips moved slightly. “Since we’re talking about it… I still owe you a thank you.”

 

Wen Shuchen instinctively disliked hearing her use such distant language to summarize their once-intimate relationship.

 

He Qingchi’s fingertips brushed against the bedsheet as she continued, “The three slashes on your arm… you got them blocking the knife for me, didn’t you?”

 

She spoke with certainty. She had long confirmed it with her father.

 

If Wen Shuchen hadn’t saved her life during that kidnapping case back then… he never would have been able to marry her so easily.

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