Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 127 - A Wager Between Husband and Wife

March 06, 2026 Oyen 0 Comments

Happy Reading~Chapter 127: A Wager Between Husband and Wife

 

The evening rain suddenly intensified, accompanied by gusting winds that shook the leaves and pelted the delicate wooden-framed windows of the courtyard. The sky had darkened slightly, and lights were already on inside the main hall. The black silhouettes of bodyguards stood quietly by the doors, making not a sound.

 

Fei Ying, meanwhile, sat restlessly, waiting for someone to come down from upstairs.

 

Since being brought back to the old house by the bodyguards, she had been left here, her thin body curled up in the chair. Her long hair was damp from the rain, clinging to her pale face and neck. Her fingers nervously fidgeted with the edges of her clothes, and any trace of blood had already been washed away by the cold, wet rain.

 

Footsteps came from outside the hall. The newcomer’s face was unfamiliar to Fei Ying, yet she sensed a chill in his eyes and quickly lowered her head. Soon, the secretary came downstairs and intercepted him.

 

Fei Ying overheard the two men whispering quietly. It seemed they were trying to get Wen Shuchen to make a statement about this matter.

 

Now that the Wen family was entirely under his control, any issue inevitably had to be brought before him. Fei Ying had gradually become numb, sitting with a “do whatever you want to me” expression. Madam Wen was the one she had stabbed with a fruit knife—this was merely a tit-for-tat.

 

The young man was escorted upstairs by the secretary. Apparently, he had seen Wen Shuchen himself because he left hurriedly shortly afterward. The secretary then came down and approached Fei Ying.

 

Finally, in this old house, someone acknowledged her presence.

 

Fei Ying lifted her pale face and heard the secretary say, “Miss Fei, President Wen is aware of the conditions you proposed. You may leave for now.”

 

After arriving here, she had confessed to the secretary the reason for her dispute with Madam Wen.

 

Wen Shuchen had not made an appearance and had no intention of seeing her.

 

Fei Ying had only one condition: that the Wen family officially announce the engagement with Wen Yue and that it could only be dissolved three years later. Otherwise, Wen Yue’s crimes should be publicly acknowledged, and he should be punished accordingly.

 

If even Wen Shuchen, the head of the family, could not meet her demand, she would make a scene. 

 

She would expose the scandal between herself and the Wen family for all to see, making it public and impossible to ignore.

 

Fei Ying was already in a “nothing to lose” state; otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought a fruit knife with her when confronting Wen Yue. Seeing the secretary’s impartial handling of the matter, she realized she wouldn’t get to see Wen Shuchen and numbly stood up from the chair, leaving without looking back.

 

Outside, the rain still poured heavily. The secretary instructed the bodyguards to escort her a short distance before returning upstairs.

 

Song Chao saw him and asked, “She’s gone?”

 

The secretary replied, “Looks like she knows President Wen won’t see her and didn’t make a scene.”

 

Song Chao leaned against the wall and laughed softly, “She knows the score. If she bothers President Wen too much, who else would help her?”

 

“That woman has big ambitions. Her condition was that the Wen family officially recognize her identity,” said the secretary, shaking his head. “She looks innocent, but she’s thinking ahead for herself.”

 

Song Chao agreed. No matter how well a woman pretended, some things were obvious at a glance.

 

Getting into the Wen family’s circle, by any means, was far more advantageous than being brushed off with a sum of money.

 

Song Chao concluded, “If Fei Ying really becomes the nominal fiancée of the Wen family, she will use every resource at her disposal over the next three years to change her social class and her ordinary fate.”

 

She was an ordinary woman seeking both fame and fortune, who presented herself as helpless and pitiful in front of outsiders. Her actions were entirely to secure justice for herself—otherwise, how could she live?

 

A few days later.

 

During this period, Madam Wen recovered from her stabbing injury for a few days and left the hospital, intending to speak with Wen Shuchen about Fei Ying. She absolutely could not tolerate this woman becoming Wen Yue’s nominal fiancée.

 

Each time she tried to visit, the secretary blocked her path.

 

Wen Shuchen’s secretary, while polite, was firm and unyielding.

 

After several attempts, Madam Wen still could not see Wen Shuchen.

 

She didn’t dare go to the family elders either. If this matter escalated, Wen Yue’s long-term medication use would be exposed, and with Fei Ying lingering like a ghost, the situation would worsen for him.

 

On the eighth day, Wen Shuchen finally appeared.

 

As soon as he returned to the Wen family’s old house, he saw Madam Wen sitting in the main hall, refusing the tea the secretary offered. Seeing him, she immediately stood and ran over. “Shuchen!”

 

Wen Shuchen slowly removed his black coat and handed it to a nearby bodyguard, moving deliberately, as if he had expected her presence.

 

Having been ignored for several days, Madam Wen dared not put on airs before Wen Shuchen. “Shuchen, I’m here to tell you that Wen Yue is returning abroad and will not come back to Jiang City without family approval.”

 

Wen Shuchen adjusted his cuffs, expression unreadable. “What exactly are you telling me?”

 

Seeing him seemingly open to speaking, Madam Wen continued, “That Fei Ying woman is relentless. Shuchen, just listen to me: don’t let her appear in the Wen family again.”

 

Wen Shuchen sat down on the sofa, took the tea cup in hand, and sipped. “I’ve already given Fei Ying a compensation fee. She insists on her reputation—do you have a solution?”

 

He appeared attentive, as if willing to consider any proposal.

 

Madam Wen couldn’t exactly suggest a harsh approach and lowered her voice: “Shuchen, do you really have no solution?”

 

“I do have one.”

 

Wen Shuchen slowly set down the tea cup, not even raising his eyelids. “As far as I know, Wen Yue’s mental state hasn’t been good these past few years. If you can prove that he has a mental disorder and get him treated in a hospital for several years, Fei Ying’s matter will naturally be resolved.”

 

Madam Wen stayed silent for a long time, having grasped Wen Shuchen’s meaning.

 

It was a transaction: if she could mercilessly lock Wen Yue in a mental hospital, Wen Shuchen could ensure Fei Ying would stop pestering him. 

 

Otherwise, the situation would be allowed to continue, and he might even agree to her demands and arrange the engagement on behalf of the Wen family.

 

Actually, an engagement wouldn’t change Wen Yue’s current situation. The problem was that Fei Ying was too persistent and played the delicate, helpless little flower act. Once she got a taste of success, it would be difficult to shake her off in the future.

 

And Wen Shuchen would support Fei Ying, which gave Madam Wen a real headache.

 

“Shuchen, he’s your own brother… If he goes into a psychiatric hospital, his reputation will be destroyed.”

 

A faint smile appeared in Wen Shuchen’s eyes, but his gaze was cold. “Aunt, to protect the Wen family’s reputation, I also need to give Fei Ying an answer—she is the true victim in this matter.”

 

Regarding the Wen family’s reputation, Madam Wen knew the family would likely support Wen Shuchen.

 

She tried to reason with him: “Wen Yue has already left the family business, isn’t that enough?”

 

Wen Shuchen said calmly, “He still holds part of my father’s shares.”

 

Madam Wen’s expression became complicated upon realizing he still wanted those shares.

 

Wen Shuchen reiterated that he had already spared Wen Yue for the sake of the family’s reputation, showing only his private misdeeds to the elders without fully disclosing them. After finishing his half-cup of tea, he instructed the bodyguards to escort her out.

 

After leaving the old house, Madam Wen returned home briefly, and then soon contacted He Qingchi, who was in Wushan Town.

 

When the call came, He Qingchi was curled up on the chaise lounge, reaching out to answer.

 

First, she listened to Madam Wen’s complaints about being stabbed by Fei Ying, and her anger at the woman’s ambition to claim the position of Wen Yue’s future wife. Madam Wen warned that she would likely cause more trouble and that she should be driven out immediately.

 

He Qingchi leaned back on the lounge, glanced at the darkening sky outside the window. She had felt sleepy in the afternoon and, after dreaming, had slept until past seven. Now Madam Wen’s endless chatter was giving her a headache.

 

She didn’t focus entirely on the phone, rubbing her temples and still thinking about the dream.

 

Since returning to Wushan Town from Wen Shuchen’s place, He Qingchi occasionally had dreams—chaotic memories from childhood, her accidental encounters with the two Wen brothers, and the time she had been kidnapped and relied on Wen Shuchen for survival.

 

These dreams were so confusing that she needed a long time to sort them out after waking.

 

Seeing He Qingchi silent, Madam Wen finally gave up and said, “Qingchi, say something.”

 

He Qingchi’s drifting thoughts returned. She softly spoke: “It’s true that Wen Yue hurt Fei Ying, and it’s natural she wants justice. Aunt, I can’t intervene in this matter.”

 

“Wen Yue didn’t do it on purpose, and who knows if Fei Ying took advantage of the situation that night!”

 

He Qingchi saw that Madam Wen was becoming more and more unreasonable, so she didn’t respond.

 

After the call ended, Madam Wen sent a few messages and videos.

 

He Qingchi opened them for a few seconds, saw that Wen Yue was being confined in the villa, and closed them again.

 

She set down her phone, got up, and went to the next room to talk to her bedridden grandmother. As usual, she personally changed her grandmother’s medication and took care of everything.

 

Her grandmother had originally wanted her to return to the Wen family, but He Qingchi refused, insisting on staying in Wushan Town to care for her grandmother until full recovery.

 

Around nine o’clock, the courtyard had fallen completely silent.

 

He Qingchi returned to her room, and as expected, Wen Shuchen called.

 

He always called at nine, without delay. She poured herself a glass of water and sat on the chaise lounge. On the other end, the man’s deep, pleasant voice said: “Qingchi.”

 

His first words were always her name, as if no amount of calling could be enough.

 

He Qingchi swallowed her water and said, “You’ve offended Aunt this time.”

 

Wen Shuchen had anticipated that Madam Wen would contact He Qingchi. Now, she was the only one in the Wen family who could influence his decisions, and even the family elders were of little use.

 

He Qingchi didn’t bring up Wen Yue, knowing Wen Shuchen was stingy about this. “I vaguely guessed Fei Ying wouldn’t let things go easily when she came to Wushan Town. She’s not after money—she wants more than that.”

 

This suited Wen Shuchen perfectly.

 

He let Fei Ying cause a fuss while keeping up appearances. Even if Madam Wen wanted to speak up, she couldn’t.

 

He Qingchi asked, “Will Aunt send Wen Yue to treatment?”

 

“Guess,” Wen Shuchen replied teasingly.

 

He Qingchi slowly finished her water, thinking that no matter what, Wen Shuchen was destined to win.

 

She pondered and asked, “If I guess right, is there a reward?”

 

The man’s low, amused voice replied, “Anything you wish.”

 

He Qingchi: “And if I guess wrong?”

 

Wen Shuchen seemed to think for a few seconds, then lowered his voice: “Qingchi, I haven’t been with a woman in four years… not sure if my body even works…”

 

Here it comes again.

 

Here it comes again.

 

The same line as last time, pretending to be pitiful.

 

He Qingchi’s ears burned fiercely. She bit her lower lip and said, “Wen Shuchen! Don’t try to trick me—maybe I can guess.”

 

Wen Shuchen let her guess and swore he wouldn’t cheat.

 

He Qingchi huffed, “We’ll see. I think Aunt will compromise.”

 

She was looking at the problem from a woman’s perspective: Wen Yue needed treatment. Being sent to a hospital would actually benefit him.

 

So, she judged she had a fifty percent chance of winning this bet.

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