Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 145 - If Getting Back Together with Me is That Hard for You to Accept, You Can Just Keep Paying to Sleep with Me
It was nearly one in the morning, and Qu Bixin was already exhausted.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, she first lay facedown on the snow-white pillow. Then Shen Fu got out of bed, turned on the light, picked up the scattered clothes from the floor and dressed neatly. He placed a woman’s black lace camisole by the edge of the bed.
Qu Bixin kept her eyes on him. Her mind was still a little hazy. Somehow, from the dinner table, she had muddle-headedly followed him upstairs and ended up in bed with him. After it was over, it took her quite a while before she had the strength to get up.
She put on the nightdress, pulling it down to cover her knees. Her calves were as white as snow, with a few finger marks still visible on them.
Shen Fu turned around, poured a glass of cold water, and handed it to her. His low voice carried a hint of hoarseness. “I didn’t have pure intentions. I wanted to be with you.”
He laid out his purpose plainly, his eyes fixed on her reaction.
Qu Bixin took the glass but didn’t drink. She looked straight back at him.
Shen Fu was patient, his gaze roaming over her figure. Her shoulder-length hair was loose, a few strands clinging to her cheeks. Her eyelashes were long, her chin sharper than before. She showed no particular expression.
She wasn’t surprised, nor delighted. After a long pause, she suddenly smiled sweetly. “Other than faking that car accident to trick you into the morgue last time, I don’t think I’ve done anything to make you change your mind, have I?”
Back then, with his momentum strong and the Wen family backing him, he had even threatened Qu Yanming and treated her like a woman he kept on the side.
Qu Bixin didn’t believe Shen Fu had intended to reconcile at that time. He had just been lonely and wanted to amuse himself with his ex-wife.
So hearing him ask to get back together now, her first reaction was that he was playing tricks again.
Shen Fu knew that any trust he once had in front of her was long exhausted. Unhurriedly, he explained, “Last time I talked things over with Wen Shuchen.”
“Don’t tell me Wen Shuchen told you to abandon the sister you raised with your own hands and come back to your ex-wife, and you just obediently listened?” Qu Bixin’s tone was laced with sarcastic surprise. Her fingers unconsciously smoothed her skirt over and over.
“He told me to give up loving you,” Shen Fu said evenly.
Give up you and give up loving you—
One word apart, worlds apart.
When Qu Bixin heard the word “love,” she felt like a petty thief who had stolen someone else’s treasure, instinctively flustered.
How could Shen Fu love her?
“I considered it for seven days,” Shen Fu continued calmly, as if discussing something entirely ordinary. He made it clear that he had spent seven days deciding whether to give up loving her—and in the end, chose to follow his instinct.
He had a possessiveness toward Qu Bixin that bordered on inevitability, only deeply hidden.
“Did Shen Tingji agree?” Qu Bixin didn’t forget about the little mute.
She had had enough of fighting a mute girl over a man. Taking a deep breath, she said, “You’re too self-righteous, Shen Fu. You think giving all your assets to Shen Tingji and settling things with her is enough? Your family owes her two lives. Don’t drag the Qu family into it!”
The atmosphere in the master bedroom fell silent. Shen Fu stood there without a word.
After a long pause, Qu Bixin supported herself against the wall, walked to the vanity, opened a drawer, and took out a stack of cash. She threw it against Shen Fu’s chest. “Tonight I’ll just treat it as hiring you. This is your fee.”
Her attitude was firm. “If, back when I asked you to choose between me and Shen Tingji, you had made a choice—Shen Fu, I would’ve happily gotten back together with you. But now, I don’t want to.”
Shen Fu picked up the money from the floor and placed it, bill by bill, on the bedside table.
Her deliberate humiliation and her rejection seemed not to exist in front of him.
“Whether you want to reconcile is your business.”
With his head slightly lowered, he finished arranging the money. The light outlined half his face perfectly. After a two-second pause, he added, “If getting back together with me is that hard for you to accept, you can consider continuing to hire me.”
From the stack, he pulled out a single bill.
Qu Bixin realized he truly had no concept of marriage, nor did he care about the legal bond.
Back then, he had married her only to keep a promise. After registering the marriage, he had divorced her.
Shen Fu lifted his eyes. Seeing her speechless, he said, “It’s fine if you don’t believe me. I’ll prove it to you.”
Qu Bixin didn’t know when dawn came. Hugging her knees, she sat quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the direction Shen Fu had left. He had just departed, wearing a shirt and dress pants, suit jacket draped over his hand. His dark figure soon disappeared from sight.
Whenever she thought of what he had said before leaving, irritation welled up inside her.
She had once laid everything out with him, ready to be retaliated against. Never had she imagined that after disappearing for half a month, he would return like this to ask for reconciliation.
Was Shen Fu the kind of man who would kneel?
She tried to recall their time together. In the first four years, though somewhat cold, he had taken care of her and indulged her coquettish ways. After the divorce, when he showed his true colors, he stopped hiding anything, spoke harshly, and made her cry many times.
Even someone as passionate as Qu Bixin would grow discouraged when her feelings weren’t returned. At first, she could rely on stubborn unwillingness to give up, determined to disrupt Shen Fu and Shen Tingji’s lives. But over time, as she gained more from Shen Fu, that unwillingness gradually faded.
Perhaps it really was true—the unattainable is the best.
Now her mindset was calmer. She could accept parting ways with Shen Fu.
Yet Shen Fu refused to accept that, shamelessly clinging to her.
For some reason, a faint premonition surfaced in her heart. In the days that followed, Shen Fu showed up at her villa every day after work, bringing fresh ingredients on time. He didn’t freeload—he prepared everything himself.
If she didn’t open the door, Shen Fu would take out his phone and crack the password.
He personally cooked three dishes and a soup, simple meals, all to her taste.
After dinner, they would spend two hours in the master bedroom upstairs. Before midnight, Qu Bixin would fiercely drive him away, like a heartless playboy in female form, tossing a few bills at him.
Shen Fu bore no complaints. Before leaving, he would casually take out the kitchen trash—fully demonstrating his domestic virtue.
On a weekend afternoon.
Qu Bixin returned to the Qu family home for dinner with her parents. They had no idea she was in contact with Shen Fu again.
But Qu Yanming couldn’t keep his mouth shut. At the table, he said, “Dad, that Shen Fu’s a pauper now. I heard he’s hooked up with some asset management director.”
Father Qu immediately looked at Qu Bixin, who was eating quietly. “Xinxin, he hasn’t come to bother you, has he?”
She lifted her glass, took a sip of water, and said slowly, “Huh? Who’s bothering me?”
She was obviously playing dumb. But seeing that she had put on some weight lately and looked well-fed, Father Qu didn’t bring up Shen Fu again. “The old man from the He family was bragging about his son-in-law the other day. I don’t expect you to marry the top elite, but at least find a man with a clean background.”
“Dad, I know.”
Not wanting to dwell on it, she ladled him a bowl of soup.
Seizing the moment, Qu Yanming said, “I found a blind date for my sister. How about meeting him tonight?”
She shot him a glare, but with their father backing him, Qu Yanming wasn’t afraid.
He pulled out his phone and showed a photo. “He’s not as handsome as your last man, but his family background definitely isn’t worse. His family runs a hotel business—just inherited it. Studied abroad, well-educated.”
In Qu Yanming’s eyes, aside from her bad temper and flair for drama, his full-blooded sister was excellent in every way. Since kindergarten she had fought to be class monitor and been worshipped as a goddess by boys. He wouldn’t introduce just anyone.
More importantly, the man’s hotel business was top-tier. Becoming in-laws would be beneficial.
Full of enthusiasm, he pushed this promising heir in front of her.
She barely glanced at the photo. “Sure, I’ll give it a try.”
That very night, Qu Yanming created a group chat, even adding his wife to avoid awkwardness.
He took Qu Bixin’s phone, afraid she might be perfunctory, and personally chatted with the man.
Watching coldly, she said, “Qu Yanming, stop agreeing to random dates for me. If you dare promise I’ll go book a room with him, you can dress up as a woman and go yourself.”
“Am I that kind of brother?”
He returned her phone. “He’ll pick you up later. Chat on the way.”
So fast?
She frowned and scrolled through the chat history.
She almost felt sick.
There were even “dear husband” stickers. The man had gone from “Miss Qu” to “Sister Bixin.”
“......”
She looked up expressionlessly at her self-satisfied brother.
“I’m telling you, if you marry into his family, you’ll be the hotel queen. Stay at their hotels nationwide—or abroad—for free. Sounds great, right?”
“If they need a son-in-law, why don’t you get divorced and marry in yourself?”
“......”
He glared and pinched her. “Your sister-in-law’s right here!”
She brushed his hand off, clearly annoyed.
Worried, Qu Yanming warned her, “Don’t think about Shen Fu anymore. He’s just a pauper now. Not good enough for our family. Might as well be some rich woman’s kept boy.”
“……”
“I heard Shen Fu stays at some rich lady’s house every night and even cooks for her.” After passing on this gossip, Qu Yanming leaned back smugly. “You should think about your own happiness.”
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