Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 139 - The Two Men Cooperated Flawlessly
Qu Bixin had stormed out of Penglai Palace the night before, her eyes red with anger.
Ever since she was little, not even her biological father from the Qu family had ever controlled her like this. Yet Shen Fu really had some damn ability—just one text message, and all the girls around her started treating her like she was some kind of plague.
What did he mean by saying that “a young lady shouldn’t be hanging around those kinds of places”? On what grounds?
At most, he was just an ex-husband. If he ever made her unhappy again, she’d just make him an ex-ex-ex-husband!
Qu Bixin cursed Shen Fu viciously in her heart. For the sake of relying on him to seize the family inheritance, she hadn’t completely exploded yet. But when she got home and woke up the next day, she discovered that her sisters’ group chat had been dissolved. When she tried calling them, each one either didn’t pick up or had their phone turned off.
She couldn’t reach any of her girlfriends. They had even blocked her on their social media.
It was as if her life had suddenly been reset to zero, completely cut off from the outside world.
That afternoon, she went to He Qingchi’s house.
Seeing that Qu Bixin was so angry she was practically smoking from the top of her head, He Qingchi personally prepared a cup of flower tea to cool her down. “Have a sip first.”
Qu Bixin finally paused her tirade against Shen Fu, gulped down a cup, and took two deep breaths.
She looked at He Qingchi sitting on the sofa, dressed in a high-slit cheongsam embroidered in ink-wash patterns. The tailoring hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric falling along her long, slender legs—everything just right, without a single flaw.
As if frozen in time, beautiful like a painting.
A woman like this—unfond of noise, living quietly within her residence—was simply the perfect treasure in a man’s eyes.
Qu Bixin couldn’t be like He Qingchi. She loved the bustling, glamorous world. She loved being surrounded and admired, loved villas piled high with her jewelry and luxury goods, loved everything that sparkled and shone.
So Shen Fu scaring away all her drinking buddies truly infuriated her.
After calming down for a while, Qu Bixin spoke in a reasonable tone. “He’s so used to being Shen Tingji’s father. What’s the logic in using that same approach on me now? Is that something a human being would even do?”
He Qingchi held her teacup with slender, pale fingers and lowered her gaze to take a sip. “Have you thought about how to ‘thank’ him yet?”
“Thank” naturally wasn’t meant literally.
Qu Bixin let out a cold laugh and tapped her phone. “I blocked his number and WeChat last night. He hasn’t even tried to contact me.”
He Qingchi glanced up. In this relationship, Qu Bixin was still the weaker party. As long as Shen Fu didn’t seek her out, the two of them could basically coexist peacefully. A man’s thoughts were like a needle at the bottom of the sea—who would’ve thought that after more than four years of divorce, he’d entangle himself again?
After finishing half a cup of tea, He Qingchi still had no good solution to offer.
She had never thought highly of Shen Fu back then.
In the past, he had been indifferent toward Qu Bixin. Now that he actually had an “attitude,” he was even harder to deal with.
Qu Bixin felt a little frustrated with herself and looked at He Qingchi eagerly. “Am I useless?”
He Qingchi smiled at her, her lips exquisitely shaped. “How could you be? You’re Qin Chuan’s ‘little green tea.’”
Qu Bixin narrowed her beautiful eyes and suddenly sighed. “When we were younger, I never thought you were that pretty. How is it that the older you get, the more charming you become? Or is President Wen just good at keeping a woman well?”
“I remember we’re about the same age. Even if you’ve given up on yourself, don’t talk as if you’re already old,” He Qingchi replied calmly, refusing the compliment.
Qu Bixin counted on her fingers. She wasn’t even thirty yet. She’d known that bastard Shen Fu since she was eighteen. How many years of youth had she wasted on him?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Her sharp eyes caught sight of a small figure near the stairs.
“What’s your son sneaking around there for?”
He Qingchi didn’t even lift her lashes. “The little guy thinks you’re a fierce aunt and doesn’t dare come downstairs.”
“What the hell? Am I?” Qu Bixin had no idea!
He Qingchi leisurely added the rest, “Ever since he found out that Little Dad and you are a couple, he cried for half the night.”
“…” Qu Bixin.
“It was Wen Shuchen who finally coaxed him.”
“…”
He Qingchi chuckled softly again. “In the future, don’t glare at my son.”
“I don’t!”
“And don’t call him an ugly little freak.”
The little guy had recently become obsessed with watching domestic dramas with the nanny and already knew that “ugly freak” wasn’t a nice term.
After finishing afternoon tea in the living room, time passed quickly. Seeing that it was getting late, He Qingchi said, “Wen Shuchen will be home from work soon. Stay for dinner?”
Qu Bixin had wanted to refuse, but when the words reached her lips, she changed her mind. “Fine. Does your son need to be fed? I’ll feed him.”
She deliberately showed her teeth in a smile, trying to change the little guy’s impression of her as a vicious stepmother.
The child clung to Shen Fu but avoided Qu Bixin.
The moment he saw someone looking at him, he ran upstairs on his short little legs.
Seeing this, Qu Bixin shook her head and told He Qingchi, “Your son’s been raised like a delicate little girl.”
Just as she finished speaking, Wen Shuchen stepped into the villa. He was dressed in a formal dark navy suit, posture straight—and beside him was someone equally striking in appearance.
When Wen Shuchen saw there was a guest, he didn’t loosen his suit jacket or tie as he usually did. With a gentle expression, he nodded slightly at Qu Bixin in greeting.
“What were you two talking about—little girls?”
His voice carried a trace of laughter, preventing any awkward silence. He then walked over to He Qingchi and naturally took the teacup from her hand, finishing the last sip.
He Qingchi looked at him and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me in advance you were bringing someone home for dinner?”
She could have had the nanny prepare a more elaborate meal.
After speaking, she politely smiled at Shen Fu.
Wen Shuchen’s explanation was flawless. “Ran into him at the door.”
In other words, even if the two women didn’t welcome Shen Fu, it wasn’t his fault.
The line was drawn clearly and cleanly.
He Qingchi raised her hand to straighten his collar. “Go upstairs and change. I’ll ask the nanny to add two more dishes.”
Shen Fu’s gaze fell on Qu Bixin, though he spoke to He Qingchi. “No need. I don’t eat much.”
He Qingchi wasn’t close to him, so she only smiled.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. Only Wen Shuchen remained calm and composed, as if he noticed nothing unusual.
He went upstairs to change and came back down holding the child.
The moment the little guy saw Shen Fu, he happily called out, “Little Dad!” and wrapped his arms around his neck, whispering in a milky voice, “Little Dad, that fierce aunt will scold you. How dare you come to my house?”
His tiny tone was full of worry that Little Dad might suffer.
Qu Bixin resisted the urge to roll her eyes. As soon as she sat at the dining table, Shen Fu carried the child and openly sat beside her. In a calm tone, he asked, “What did you call her?”
The child looked up with his chubby little face, slightly confused. “Auntie?”
Shen Fu intended to correct his form of address, but Qu Bixin beat him to it, expressionless. “He already has a mom.”
Wen Shuchen and He Qingchi didn’t mind the verbal form of address.
Shen Fu didn’t feel embarrassed by Qu Bixin’s interruption either. He patiently fed the child some water, temporarily dropping the idea of correcting him.
During dinner, the little guy’s mouth was greasy. Taking advantage of the adults not paying attention, he leaned close to Qu Bixin’s ear and whispered, “You’re not allowed—not allowed to bully my Little Dad.”
Qu Bixin almost choked on her soup. Gritting her teeth deliberately, she said, “I will. Tonight I’ll beat him until he yelps.”
“Not allowed!”
The child’s face flushed red. In a milky voice, he declared, “He’s my Little Dad!”
So no one was allowed to bully him!
Qu Bixin rolled her eyes and was about to speak when the child scrunched up his face. “If you make me cry, my daddy will come reason with you!”
“…Fine.” She was actually a little afraid of President Wen.
The exchange between the big and little one was heard clearly by Shen Fu. He rubbed the child’s head as if encouraging him.
The child beamed widely, looking rather smug. Qu Bixin thought he must take after his father—He Qingchi definitely hadn’t been like this as a child.
The meal left Qu Bixin feeling stifled. Even when she didn’t want to speak to Shen Fu, he had ways of steering the topic back to her.
He Qingchi didn’t like talking while eating.
Wen Shuchen, however, knew how to keep things lively and attentive, never forgetting to care about his wife’s appetite.
Several times, Qu Bixin wanted to leave early. But every time she tried to stand up, Wen Shuchen would remark that a certain dish was good, and Shen Fu would immediately pick up a few bites into her bowl. The two men cooperated flawlessly, and before she knew it, she was eighty percent full.
“It’s getting late. Bixin and I should head back.”
After dinner, Shen Fu returned the child to Wen Shuchen and prepared to leave with Qu Bixin.
With outsiders present, his behavior was restrained. Who knew what he’d be like alone?
Qu Bixin looked at He Qingchi and blurted, “Qingchi and I agreed I’m staying the night!”
The two men present—including the little boy—simultaneously turned their gazes toward He Qingchi.
Qu Bixin blinked, signaling.
He Qingchi: “…”
“Right?” Qu Bixin hinted again.
Seeing that Qu Bixin was avoiding Shen Fu like the plague, He Qingchi had no choice but to smile lightly. “I’ll have the nanny prepare the guest room. I assume President Shen will need one as well?”
The latter half of the sentence met Shen Fu’s eyes.
She finished the words he wanted to say.
Shen Fu calmly responded, “Mm.”
“Hey! He Qingchi! Do you have any authority in your own house? Why are you letting that bastard Shen Fu stay overnight too?!”
Once upstairs, Qu Bixin started jumping around in front of He Qingchi, furious.
Standing in front of the wardrobe in the dressing room, He Qingchi took out an unworn nightgown for her and said lightly, “I can handle my husband. Shen Fu can handle my son.”
Everyone knew He Qingchi would never refuse her son’s requests—she almost always granted them.
The little guy treated Shen Fu as a second father and obeyed him completely.
So He Qingchi chose to skip that whole process. That way, everyone saved time and effort.
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