Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 136 - Men Who Sweet-talk are All Just Lusting After My Body
Qu Bixin had been forced to keep her head tilted back for so long that her neck was sore. After savoring the deeper meaning behind the man’s words, she kept the same posture. There were no complicated thoughts in her mind—only the luxurious life she wanted for the rest of her days.
A selfish man like Qu Yanming would absolutely sell his sister for personal gain. For all she knew, just like in the romance novels she usually read, he might even force her to marry some eighty-year-old man, turning her into the youngest widow in a wealthy family.
The thought had just surfaced when she abruptly cut it off. She couldn’t even allow herself to imagine that.
With her dark eyes wide open, she reexamined Shen Fu and said, “Even if Qu Yanming is worse than you, what makes you so superior?”
Shen Fu’s voice was low and steady, as though he were conducting a serious negotiation. “I can help you take over the Qu Corporation.”
Her fingertips dug into her palm. She didn’t believe he would be that kind.
Every transaction required an equal price.
His thumb lingered against her delicate cheek, the warmth of his skin sharply contrasting her coolness. “You’re a smart girl. You can see the situation clearly, can’t you?”
He was making a deal with her—through the most common and most sordid form between a man and a woman.
Qu Bixin had always been competitive and sharp-tongued. Since childhood, she loved comparing, showing off, and snatching elders’ favor. She could stab someone and still wear the most innocent expression. She never bothered to hide her own malice and had little sense of moral restraint.
So when Shen Fu offered the tempting condition of helping her seize the Qu Corporation, she genuinely considered it.
Instead of living under someone else’s control, why not rule as queen herself?
To her, men were all worthless creatures—except for her father.
But her father was traditional. He believed it was only natural for a son to inherit the family business. He would never hand the shares to her.
Seeing her hesitation, Shen Fu lifted her chin again so she had to look into his eyes. “In the future, you’ll be the one in charge of the Qu family. Even Qu Yanming will have to listen to you.”
The offer was extremely tempting, yet she still retained some rationality.
Suddenly, she leaned closer to his devastatingly handsome face—so close she could clearly count his eyelashes and see her own reflection in his eyes. Biting each word, she said, “Were you hurt too badly when you were poor? Now that you have money, do you want to ruin rich girls to satisfy some twisted psychological need?”
Shen Fu’s expression didn’t change. Her words didn’t provoke him. Calmly, he replied, “I know you can’t refuse.”
She was a woman who loved wealth and glory the most, loved being admired and surrounded by praise. How could she willingly fade from public view?
His certainty made her heart tighten. Her lips parted, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
A man as cold-hearted as him had probably long forgotten how she had once abandoned her status as a socialite just to be with him.
Then again, that had been foolish. Better not mention it.
From Shen Fu’s tone, she could hear his determination.
Right now, he was offering courtesy before force. If she refused this deal…
He would use harsher means against her.
One of Qu Bixin’s strengths was seeing the situation clearly.
Sitting in his lap, her expression turned calm. “A friend once told me that men who sweet-talk are all just lusting after my body. Thank you for broadening my horizons.”
Her compromise had always been within Shen Fu’s expectations. His deep eyes showed little emotion as he said slowly, “I’m just helping you solve your troubles. Your brother is not someone you can rely on.”
With just a small scheme, he had managed to claim her.
He had demonstrated how unreliable Qu Yanming was.
Qu Bixin really wanted to thank his ancestors for eighteen generations. After holding it in for a moment, she slid out of his arms and said, “Since you know I love a life of wealth, besides helping me get the shares of the Qu Corporation, you’ll cover all my expenses from now on.”
When negotiating terms, she turned ruthless, not treating him as her man at all.
Shen Fu was already used to supporting Shen Tingji. One more person made no difference.
He tossed his wallet to her. She could take whichever card she wanted.
Whether it was assets or auction items, it was enough for her to make a grand display.
Without hesitation, Qu Bixin gave him a sweet smile. “Let’s make one thing clear—I won’t sell my marriage.”
Shen Fu pondered her sudden statement for a moment. She clarified bluntly, “Let’s just keep our relationship physical. No going public. Otherwise, people will speculate that we remarried. It’s annoying.”
After a long silence with no response, she took it as agreement.
Her appetite for the lavish dinner vanished. She slowly went upstairs to rest.
Shen Fu remained downstairs. In the master bedroom, she stripped off her clothes and lay under the blanket, eyes closed, breathing steady.
A few minutes later—
Qu Bixin suddenly sat up, unable to hold back, and threw Shen Fu’s pillow onto the floor. “Do you think I love money so much I’ve lost my brain?”
Even her curses were whispered extremely softly.
Perhaps she was afraid the man downstairs would hear.
She felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. She held back tears for a while before fiercely wiping them away.
Then she stubbornly stared at the tightly shut door, thinking silently: She would take the Qu Corporation—and Shen Fu could just wait and see.
By evening.
Shen Fu had to go to the company. It conveniently gave her an excuse to leave the old house. She preferred luxurious villas, not this gloomy place. She had no idea how he’d even found it.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him several times in a coquettish manner. “If you’re not home, I’ll be scared staying alone.”
Holding her with one arm, Shen Fu quickly arranged things. “I’ll have a bodyguard take you back to the villa.”
“Let’s stay next to President Wen.”
Wen Shuchen owned too many private villas. He used to live in hotels, but now with a wife and child, he alternated between villas or stayed at the Wen residence. To live next door, Shen Fu had to call Wen Shuchen to ask which villa he was currently staying in.
“Buy it, buy it,” Qu Bixin chimed in. “I don’t like living in someone else’s house!”
Buying a villa owned by Wen Shuchen was a safe investment—prime location and guaranteed property value.
After Shen Fu hung up, she smiled sweetly. “Put both our names on it. Even if we’re not on the same household registry, we can at least share a property deed.”
Shen Fu didn’t bother haggling over this. He directly instructed his secretary to handle it.
Seeing her goal achieved, she released him and stretched lazily. “I’m going back to the Qu family. Let me know when the villa’s ready.”
He insisted on driving her there himself. She didn’t refuse.
She was obedient and compliant, just like during their engagement years, never defying his decisions.
“You looked better with gold-rimmed glasses,” she remarked casually.
At some point, Shen Fu had stopped wearing glasses, which made his refined, cold features look more mature.
After saying it, she looked out the car window as if it meant nothing.
He only dropped her at the gate of the Qu family home and didn’t get out.
He knew very well that no one there would welcome him.
She pushed open the door to get out, but as she stood, he grabbed her wrist.
Her beautiful eyes showed confusion.
“You still have one thing left to do,” he reminded her calmly.
It took her a moment to remember.
In the past, whenever he did something for her, she would take the initiative to reward him.
Though that “reward” often carried a hint of forced affection.
Shen Fu had never resisted. The habit had continued until before their divorce.
His expression remained composed, as though stating something entirely ordinary.
After a brief stalemate, Qu Bixin’s lips curved into a sweet smile again. She leaned over and lightly brushed him with a fleeting kiss.
Her red lips barely touched his face before pulling away.
His long fingers still clasped her wrist. “I remember it wasn’t like this before.”
She blinked innocently. “Really? It’s been so long, I forgot.”
Whether she truly forgot or not, there was clear perfunctory indifference in her tone.
He pulled her closer, intending to kiss her, but she dodged. “If my dad sees me kissing you at the gate, he’ll break my legs.”
Smiling, she removed his hand. “I’m getting out.”
Without looking back, she left the car and walked away.
Before reaching the Qu family gate, she spotted a sneaky figure who immediately turned to leave upon seeing her.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed, revealing killing intent.
“That bastard!”
——
Qu Yanming believed he had nothing to fear from his sister. Even if she settled scores later, he had already planned a strategy.
In the study on the second floor, once the door was closed—
Before Qu Bixin could question him, Qu Yanming shifted all the blame onto Shen Fu and even adopted the authority of an elder brother. “Little sister, one day I’ll make Shen Fu pay!”
Qu Bixin’s expression remained cold for a long time. Then her lashes fluttered with tears. “Brother, I never knew you endured such humiliation from Shen Fu.”
“He tricked me. He said he was severely injured and couldn’t even get out of bed, just wanted to see you once… I thought you were once husband and wife, so I couldn’t bear to refuse.” Qu Yanming carefully painted himself as soft-hearted, looking concerned at his tearful sister.
Qu Bixin had always been talented at acting. Qu Yanming felt uncertain—had she believed him?
“Little sister, you don’t blame your brother, do you?”
“Brother, how could I blame you?”
She lifted her head and smiled perfectly. “Of course not. Let me give you a surprise.”
A surprise?
Qu Yanming instinctively felt a trap and looked at her warily. “What surprise?”
“Not telling you—”
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