Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 131 - He is a He Qingchi Supremacist

March 17, 2026 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 131: He is a He Qingchi Supremacist

 

The faint noise downstairs made He Qingchi throw off the covers and get up. Slipping into her slippers, she first went to close the window. Looking down into the pitch-black rainy night, she saw a black car parked outside. She turned back, grabbed a silk robe to drape over herself, and stepped out of the bedroom.

 

The child was asleep in the room next door. Three lights were left on in the hallway for illumination. Her footsteps were light. She assumed Wen Shuchen had returned from his business dinner, but when she went downstairs, she didn’t see his familiar figure.

 

The living room was unusually quiet. As He Qingchi scanned the room, wondering who else the car outside could belong to if Wen Shuchen hadn’t come home, she turned—and was suddenly startled by a dark figure standing behind her.

 

Before she could cry out, a firm hand wrapped around her waist. His fingers pressed lightly against her lips, carrying a trace of warmth, along with his usual low, gentle voice. “Did I scare you?”

 

She looked at Wen Shuchen. He had just returned from a business engagement. His light gray tailored suit carried a faint smell of alcohol, and when she touched it, there was still a bit of dampness from the rain. She didn’t know what childish mood had possessed him to frighten her like this in the middle of the night. Now he was smiling faintly, his face so handsome it was impossible to stay angry.

 

She lifted her fingers to loosen his neatly tied tie and said softly, “I thought you weren’t coming home tonight.”

 

Wen Shuchen lowered his head to kiss her fingertips. The scent of alcohol drifted up again, and she frowned slightly. “How much did you drink?”

 

“Not much.”

 

His words were hardly convincing, yet he continued seriously, “The smell rubbed off in the private room.”

 

She didn’t press further. Instead, she helped him take off his suit jacket so he wouldn’t catch a chill. Under the warm light, her long black hair fell over her shoulders, her pale face delicate and focused as she tended to him, looking every bit the virtuous wife.

 

Something seemed to fill Wen Shuchen’s heart. His well-built arms, strong yet gentle, pulled her back into his embrace.

 

The suit jacket fell to the floor. Her cheek pressed against his chest. Though he smelled faintly of alcohol, beneath it was a subtle medicinal scent from the herbal tonics he’d been taking—pleasant rather than unpleasant.

 

She loved being held in his arms, feeling protected. Just as they were about to kiss, she caught sight, from the corner of her eye, of a small figure peeking from the staircase.

 

The little one thought he was hiding perfectly, unaware he had already been spotted.

 

Her cheeks flushed. Too embarrassed to continue kissing, she tiptoed and whispered in Wen Shuchen’s ear, “Your son is like a little ghost—watching us every day.”

 

Wen Shuchen cupped her face, his gaze deep, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “At his age, parents are his whole world. It’s normal for him to observe us.”

 

With a child between them, moments of alone time often had to be stolen carefully.

 

He Qingchi had noticed several times that the little one liked to secretly watch his parents. She stepped out of Wen Shuchen’s arms, and the two exchanged a knowing smile.

 

“Hungry for a late-night snack?” he asked.

 

They tacitly pretended not to notice the child.

 

When he mentioned it, she realized she was indeed a little hungry.

 

Wen Shuchen’s cooking had improved lately. At night, he sometimes made noodles. Taking her hand, they went to the kitchen.

 

Fresh ingredients were always stocked in the fridge by the housekeeper. 

 

He rolled up his sleeves and stood at the sink, turning on the tap. Handsome as he was, even washing vegetables looked pleasing.

 

Recently, He Qingchi found him more and more attractive, feeling he was better in every way. Even their marital intimacy had become more proactive on her part. She slowly walked behind him and hooked a pale hand around his belt.

 

After rinsing the vegetables, water droplets still clinging to his long fingers, he turned his head and looked at her.

 

Her lips curved slightly in a shy smile, her hint subtle but unmistakable.

 

Seeing little reaction in his eyes, she didn’t spell it out.

 

As he set water to boil, he bent to kiss her forehead and murmured, “Let me feed you first.”

 

She blinked innocently. “I didn’t say anything.”

 

His gaze deepened, determined.

 

Once the water boiled, he added the noodles and seasoning.

 

She waited quietly beside him for her share, while outside the kitchen, a small figure slowly crept closer, eyes gleaming at the delicious smell.

 

After Wen Shuchen fed her a bite of fried egg, she turned and saw their son peering from the doorway.

 

Her eyes curved, nearly laughing.

 

The little boy scratched his head, seemingly unsure how to begin.

 

She kindly pretended not to notice earlier. “Oh? You’re awake?”

 

He ran in and hugged her leg, his small voice sweet and soft, cheeks flushed. “I want noodles.”

 

Wen Shuchen had already served the noodles into a ceramic bowl, adding broth. Seeing his son’s eager look, he fed him a strand with chopsticks.

 

The boy beamed. “Thank you, Daddy!”

 

Wen Shuchen served him half a bowl, with noodles and half an egg, and said gently, “Be good. Eat in the living room.”

 

The child obediently carried the bowl out, still confused why he couldn’t eat in the kitchen. 

 

As he walked away, he turned his head and saw his father feeding his mother.

 

Only after the little figure disappeared did He Qingchi whisper, “When he’s older, he won’t obey you so easily.”

 

For now, whatever Wen Shuchen said seemed to carry an innate authority.

 

Their son listened to his father most, which sometimes made her a little envious.

 

Wen Shuchen brushed her cheek playfully. “He listens to me, I listen to you… You’re the head of this family.”

 

She laughed softly and kissed him.

 

Their son stayed in the living room eating, giving them privacy. 

 

They kissed for more than ten minutes by the sink and finished the bowl of noodles together.

 

By the time they cleaned up, it was already one-thirty in the morning.

 

Wen Shuchen went upstairs to shower, while He Qingchi tucked their well-fed son back into bed. Only his little head poked out from the blanket as he gazed at her.

 

Her heart softened. She kissed his forehead. “Good night, my little treasure.”

 

He didn’t like sleeping with the lights on and wasn’t afraid of the dark. But after closing his eyes for a second, he opened them again and looked at her.

 

“What is it?”

 

He Qingchi asked gently.

 

He blinked thoughtfully.

 

 “Mommy!”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Will you and Daddy have another baby?”

 

She froze, not answering immediately.

 

Even if she wanted another child, it wouldn’t be anytime soon. 

 

She felt she still owed this little one so much and didn’t want to divide her time and energy.

 

Wen Shuchen agreed.

 

The boy, having heard somewhere about a second baby, poked her stomach with a finger. “Is there another baby in here?”

 

“Not yet. And if there ever is, it would be your daddy’s baby—not someone else’s,” she explained patiently, sensing a hint of resistance in him.

 

He quickly brightened and burrowed into his blanket.

 

After staying by his bedside a while, she turned off the light and left when there was a soft knock at the door.

 

Wen Shuchen had finished showering, wearing a bathrobe loosely tied. As if waiting for her, he wrapped an arm around her and led her back to the master bedroom. After closing the door, without even turning on the lights, he kissed her eagerly.

 

In the deep night, rain continued to fall outside.

 

Their shadows intertwined on the floor. After a while, her voice broke the darkness. “Jianci doesn’t want a second baby.”

 

Wen Shuchen rested against her shoulder, brushing light kisses along her fair skin, his breath warm. “Then we’ll see in two years.”

 

He wasn’t in a hurry for her to bear many children for the Wen family. One child was enough.

 

Though one more might make the old house livelier.

 

She tapped his chest lightly, smiling. “Then I’ll leave the ideological work to you.”

 

He didn’t think it urgent. Lifting her, he carried her to the bed.

 

Having regained his strength and fitness routine, his stamina was excellent—sometimes overwhelming.

 

Occasionally, in hazy moments, she would look up at his sharp jawline, at his handsome face, feeling the heat of his body and the strength of his presence. She would stroke his cheek and ask softly, “What is it about me that you love so much?”

 

Women often cared about every fraction of love. Even with all his devotion, she was still greedy for more.

 

Wen Shuchen usually hid his emotions. Only at times like this would he speak openly, his voice low and earnest. “There’s something about you that makes me long for home.”

 

“Not just for my looks?” she teased lightly.

 

Before meeting her, Wen Shuchen had led a clean private life, single for years. 

 

Only after she appeared did he taste that sweetness.

 

After lingering close to her, he whispered seriously in her ear, “Let’s wait five or six years before having another child.”

 

Otherwise, he joked, he might as well become a monk.

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