Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 123 - A Reassurance
Wen Shuchen’s smile was faint. Seeing that she showed a bit of interest in Fei Ying’s situation—even if it was just to find a topic—he was still willing to spend the entire morning with her. “She’s still living next door to Wen Yue. She’s in good health and probably intends to keep the baby.”
He Qingchi paused slightly while drinking her milk, feeling somewhat surprised.
If the man from the Wen family were going to take responsibility, that would be one thing—but with Wen Yue’s attitude, was Fei Ying really still going to give birth to the child?
Wen Shuchen noticed her confusion. His long, well-defined fingers lightly tapped her cheek. “I told my aunt about it.”
He Qingchi still remembered clearly the aunt who had paid a sudden visit half a month earlier. She frowned, took hold of his fingers, and unconsciously felt closer to him as she murmured, “All of you Wens are biased—always favoring the one who cries and makes the most noise.”
Instead of being annoyed, Wen Shuchen’s eyes smiled even more deeply. Every word had struck a chord, because He Qingchi was feeling sorry for him.
Seeing his smile, she had originally intended to change the subject, but then she quieted down instead. Her long lashes fluttered lightly as she met his gaze. After a moment, the shadows on the floor seemed to draw closer, until their noses were nearly touching.
From the staircase, the little one—wearing green dinosaur pajamas—was slowly making his way down, singing in a childish voice: “One big dinosaur… awooo awooo awooo appears, then chomps you chomp chomp chomp, one bite at a time, and the big dinosaur goes awooo awooo awooo and flies away, flies away…”
He Qingchi leaned closer to Wen Shuchen for a brief second, clearly feeling the warmth of his skin at the tip of her nose. Then she suddenly gave a light cough, pulled away first, and lifted her milk again, pretending nothing had happened.
With a child present, both of them restrained their feelings.
Wen Shuchen saw her lower her head to drink, knowing she was actually hiding a trace of shyness and discomfort. The smile returned to his lips.
He understood He Qingchi too well and could subtly steer her emotions. She appeared aloof on the surface, but in truth, she was soft-hearted and kind. Rather than arguing over right and wrong with her, it was better to show weakness first—revealing a bit of grievance was more likely to stir her guilt.
After being turned down by her that morning, she had clearly begun to take the initiative to be closer to him.
For Wen Shuchen, this state of interaction pleased him even more.
After breakfast.
The little one—still wearing his newly bought dinosaur pajamas—was carried by the nanny to play on the lawn, singing about big dinosaurs along the way. Through the clean floor-to-ceiling window, the scene outside was clearly visible, so He Qingchi didn’t go out. Wen Shuchen went upstairs to change into a formal suit, carefully tied his tie, and came back down.
He was about to head to the company. Stopping in front of He Qingchi, he said in a low, gentle voice, “Starting today, no matter who from the Wen Group comes looking for you, keep the door closed and don’t see them.”
He Qingchi knew that those who came to see her would mostly be there to plead for mercy.
In the years following the old master’s death, Wen Shuchen hadn’t touched those veteran executives. Now things were different. He intended to reshuffle the Wen Group from the inside out, replacing them with a new batch of people. Naturally, those who had followed Wen Yue because of Wen Jingchun would not come to a good end.
He Qingchi had already been refusing visitors for some time. In the Wen family—and even in the outside world—she was known as a reclusive and mysterious woman who rarely socialized. So even if she showed no courtesy, it was exactly what people expected.
She didn’t ask how Wen Shuchen planned to deal with Wen Yue. The brothers had been at odds for many years—one the legitimate heir to the Wen Group, the other an illegitimate son whom Wen Jingchun had never stopped paving the way for, even until his death. From childhood companions to bitter enemies, their feud was not something that could be resolved just because someone stepped in to mediate.
He Qingchi stood quietly at the villa entrance, watching Wen Shuchen’s figure gradually disappear into the distance.
Nearby, the little one was rolling around happily on the lawn, his cheerful laughter catching her attention and making her smile as well.
In another villa, in the living room, Fei Ying’s face was slightly pale as she stared at the contract handed to her by the secretary.
The words from earlier still rang in her ears, almost stinging. In a daze, she heard herself say, “The doctor said that after an abortion, I might not be able to get pregnant again.”
The secretary, dressed in a suit and maintaining a strictly professional demeanor, replied, “Miss Fei, if you’ve seen the news, you should know that Young Master Wen already has a fiancée. He won’t marry you.”
If Fei Ying wanted money, that would be one thing—the Wen family could afford it.
But she didn’t want money. First, she demanded a public apology, and now that she was pregnant, she wanted Wen Yue to take responsibility.
Earlier, Wen Yue had used her inability to tell people apart to drive a wedge between Wen Shuchen and He Qingchi. Now that Fei Ying was pregnant, in a few months, a paternity test would reveal everything. She had naturally lost her usefulness.
Fei Ying, unaware of this, still struggled to change her situation. “There’s a very elegant lady in the Wen family. She told me she’d stand up for me.”
The secretary fell silent for a moment, knowing full well she meant the aunt who was close to Wen Yue.
Even so, it wasn’t a legitimate promise from a proper mother-in-law—who would take such words as an imperial decree?
The secretary listed many advantages of taking the money and leaving, and even suggested that future childbearing wouldn’t necessarily be a problem.
Fei Ying still refused. Protecting her belly, she shook her head. “There’s a custom in my hometown—aborting a child is a sin. It will follow you.”
After several failed attempts at persuasion, the secretary had no choice but to take the contract back.
This villa also had bodyguards sent by Wen Shuchen. If they truly took action, it wouldn’t end well. Yet perhaps because of this, Fei Ying felt emboldened. Toward evening, when she heard movement from the neighboring villa, she ran over impatiently.
Wen Yue saw a pale, slender woman approach—so thin she looked as though a breeze could knock her over. His gaze turned cold, even faintly disgusted. He lengthened his stride and continued walking toward the villa, giving her no chance to speak.
Fei Ying bit her lip and followed him in. Ignoring the guards’ attempts to stop her, she insisted on going upstairs and followed him all the way to the bedroom. What met her eyes was Wen Yue’s tall figure standing by the bed, already having taken off his shirt. The taut lines of muscle across his back radiated masculine strength.
Catching sight of this scene without warning stunned Fei Ying in place, making her forget to turn around and flee.
Wen Yue, as if unaware of her presence, unhurriedly removed the rest of his suit, then picked up a clean shirt and trousers from the bedside and put them on.
The entire process took less than a minute. When he finally turned around, his cold, deep-set gaze fell on the woman frozen at the doorway.
Even without him saying a single word, Fei Ying could clearly feel the disgust in his eyes and attitude.
It was as if he had run into something filthy—revulsion on a purely instinctive level.
All the words she had wanted to say instantly got stuck in her throat. After a long pause, she finally blurted out, “I won’t abort the baby. Even if you don’t give me a single cent, I’ll raise it myself!”
Wen Yue responded with a detached, mocking smile and said coldly, “Looks like my dear little brother gave you a reassurance pill.”
Even if Wen Yue didn’t raise this child, the Wen family would never allow Fei Ying to do so herself.
What’s more, Wen Shuchen probably couldn’t wait for such an outcome—so he could constantly remind He Qingchi: Look at the mess Wen Yue has made, even keeping an illegitimate child within the Wen family.
Fei Ying’s thoughts weren’t as complicated as Wen Yue’s. At the very least, she believed Wen Shuchen would be easier to talk to than the sharp-tongued man in front of her.
She had never seen Wen Shuchen before. But after seeing him once with her own eyes…
She already knew deep down that the man from that night was Wen Yue.
It was him. That meant there was still hope—she could still fight for status.
Wen Yue slowly stepped closer. His height was overwhelmingly imposing to Fei Ying, triggering an instinctive fear. She retreated step by step—from the master bedroom doorway all the way to the end of the corridor, stopping at the top of the stairs.
His brows were filled with dangerous chill as he spoke, each word stabbing straight into her heart: “If I hadn’t overdosed on medication that night, how would you ever have had the chance?”
Her entire body stiffened as memories of that night came flooding back.
She had been working the night shift. Near the end of her shift, she overheard the manager talking to the front desk about a “VIP guest” in Room 5670 acting strangely. A server who had delivered dinner ran out crying, refusing to say anything. Later, the guest from Room 5670 called the front desk asking for sleeping pills.
In her daze, Fei Ying was the one who delivered them. The suite was pitch black—she couldn’t see a thing. The floor was littered with shattered glass. She didn’t even catch a clear look at the guest’s face before she was dragged into the master bedroom.
When she woke up, it was already broad daylight.
She lay stiffly under the covers, her body ice-cold. The suite was empty. When she tried to investigate who had assaulted her, she was told that the hotel’s surveillance cameras and computers had malfunctioned, with some records lost.
Later, she waited outside the manager’s home every day. Nearly a month later, she finally learned from him that the guest’s surname was Wen—part of Jiangcheng’s elite families.
That clue was easy enough to trace. The problem was, the Wen family had two young masters.
She only remembered the man’s build in the darkness and a vague outline of half his face. She couldn’t tell who it was, nearly driving her to desperation and leaving her burdened with infamy.
All of it made her stomach churn with bitterness. When she looked at Wen Yue now, there was unmistakable anger in her eyes.
He was the one who made the first mistake!
Wen Yue suddenly gave her what looked like a merciful smile. As Fei Ying wondered why he was smiling at a moment like this, she heard his voice close to her ear, icy to the bone: “Do you really think that carrying a bastard will let you transform into some admired woman who marries into a wealthy family? Let me tell you… I will never have children in this lifetime.”
He enunciated the last few words with chilling clarity.
Before Fei Ying could even understand what he meant, her body suddenly lost its balance. Behind her were the stairs. Panic flashed in her eyes. As her fingers brushed Wen Yue’s sleeve, he coldly shoved her away…
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