Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 147 - Xinxin, Any Man Who Wants to Marry You is No Good

April 17, 2026 Oyen 0 Comments

Happy Reading~Chapter 147: Xinxin, Any Man Who Wants to Marry You is No Good

   

Shen Fu’s inherent cold-heartedness—Shen Tingji had long experienced it deeply. It was something ingrained in his family’s bloodline, something no external factor could change in the slightest. So back then, when he had personally handed her over to Wen Yue as a fiancée for the sake of his career and interests, Shen Tingji had instead felt an indescribable sense of relief.

 

That way, when she accepted what Shen Fu gave her, she wouldn’t feel the burden of guilt.

 

Now he wanted to abandon the unresolved grudges of the Shen family and leave her alone to sink in them. Shen Tingji found it extremely hard to accept. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the indifferent man under the dim yellow light.

 

In the end, the secretary downstairs was called up. Shen Fu instructed, “Take her back to the villa. Don’t let her come again.”

 

The apartment door opened and closed. The thin sliver of yellow light that had leaked in quickly disappeared.

 

He casually threw his suit jacket onto the floor. The man’s dark figure slid down along the wall and sat there, one knee bent, his face cold and detached as he faced the boundless darkness alone. He didn’t turn on the light. From the pack of beer, he took out one bottle.

 

The expected sound of opening a bottle didn’t come. Instead, there was the sharp sound of glass being crushed.

 

Shen Fu’s long, pale fingers were cut by the shattered glass. Blood dripped down his wrist onto the floor.

 

He didn’t stop because of the injury. One by one, he crushed the beer bottles with his bare hands, applying immense force as if it required no effort at all.

 

Other men might relieve stress through smoking, drinking, or indulging in women. Shen Fu’s habit, however, was destructive.

 

When he was young, because his brother had committed a crime, he was often bullied by classmates. After school, several would gang up on him alone. He would be beaten and thrown beside the trash cans on the street, his entire body aching. He could only lie there miserably in the stench of garbage. When he managed to crawl up, limping with injuries, he would sit beside the trash can, pick up the beer bottles scattered on the ground, and crush them viciously with his bare hands.

 

Over time, when he finally snapped one day, he began dealing with those classmates who had ganged up on him. Perhaps something inherited in his blood made it impossible to conceal the violence and darkness within him, no matter how harmless he appeared.

 

After crushing all the beer bottles, his heart gradually calmed. He silently stood up, cleaned every shard of glass from the floor, threw his beer-soaked shirt and trousers into the trash, and walked into the bathroom.

 

Everything was done in the dark. He remained composed. After showering and changing into clean white clothes, he lay flat on the bed. Before sleeping, he took out his phone and sent Qu Bixin a goodnight message.

 

That message was destined to sink without a trace.

 

The next day, Qu Bixin went to the concert with the Hotel Prince. She didn’t reply to any of Shen Fu’s messages. In the evening, she had dinner out before returning home, carrying a bouquet of expensive, vibrant roses.

 

The Hotel Prince was very taken with her. Since their families were well matched, there was no need to worry about parental objections.

 

As long as Qu Bixin nodded, she could marry into a wealthier family than her own the very next day. She hadn’t expressed her stance yet, but the entire Qu family was closely following the development of their dates.

 

As the chief matchmaker, Qu Yanming sent her a message every ten minutes: “Dad is very satisfied with this blind date. He even chatted with his future in-law at a business gathering today. He came back in such a good mood that he had drinks with me.”

 

Qu Bixin glanced at the elegant man beside her and quietly put away her phone.

 

As usual, the Hotel Prince walked her to the villa entrance. Before leaving, he suddenly said, “You look very beautiful today.”

 

The sudden compliment made Qu Bixin pause. She lowered her eyes and quickly examined her outfit.

 

Compared to last night’s girl-next-door look, today she wore refined makeup and a fitted dark red dress with a cinched waist. The neckline dipped slightly in a V-shape. A delicate gold necklace rested against her collarbone. Her skin was snow-white, her proportions excellent, her legs straight and slender beneath the skirt.

 

In a man’s eyes, she exuded more feminine allure than during their first meeting.

 

And the Hotel Prince clearly liked it. No man disliked a woman who dressed well and wore exquisite makeup. His gaze swept over her and he said deliberately, “My mother loves collecting jewelry at auctions. She often says a woman can lack many things, but never jewelry. Are you free to have dinner at my place tomorrow? My mother has several sets that would suit you perfectly.”

 

“…” Qu Bixin truly lacked nothing in that department.

 

She thought this man either didn’t understand women or had been misled by women before.

 

Aside from formal banquets, no young woman walked around flaunting million-dollar jewelry every day.

 

Even the gold necklace she was wearing cost hundreds of thousands; she didn’t look shabby at all.

 

The Hotel Prince carried the aura of wealth, subtly implying that she looked too plain and should be gifted some jewels.

 

Seeing the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, Qu Bixin gave a perfunctory smile and pointed toward the villa. “It’s late. I’ll head in.”

 

Holding the roses, she turned and walked away, deliberately ignoring his hesitation.

 

The first floor of the villa was lit. Before he had gone far, the Hotel Prince suddenly turned back. He vaguely thought he saw a dark, quiet figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of the second-floor master bedroom. But when he looked carefully, it seemed to be nothing more than the curtain fluttering.

 

Qu Bixin entered and placed the large bouquet of roses in the center of the living room. Seeing the empty space, she assumed no one was home—until she unexpectedly saw Shen Fu walking down the stairs.

 

His footsteps were so light they were almost nonexistent.

 

Her beautiful eyes widened. It took her several seconds to react.

 

No need to guess—he must have seen everything again.

 

Shen Fu’s gaze lingered on the roses for a second before he asked calmly, “What would you like for a late-night snack?”

 

He didn’t mention the man outside at all, as if he didn’t exist.

 

Qu Bixin had imagined many reactions from Shen Fu—including anger. She had never imagined he would remain this indifferent. It was like someone delivering a green hat to his door, and he could accept it calmly.

 

Of course, he had no right to comment on her dating other men.

 

Deliberately, Qu Bixin looked at him and said, “Mr. Kang took me for steak today. It was especially delicious.”

 

The Hotel Prince’s name was Kang Yaoduo. The moment she said it, Shen Fu knew exactly who she meant.

 

“Too much steak causes internal heat. I’ll prepare you a vegetable salad and honey tea,” Shen Fu replied, walking toward the kitchen. His domestic diligence could win awards—yet he held no official status.

 

Finding it boring, Qu Bixin followed him into the kitchen and noticed the injuries on his hand.

 

All five fingers of his left hand had obvious fresh cuts.

 

“Did you get into a fight?”

 

Her voice came from behind. Shen Fu calmly rinsed his hands with water. “I accidentally broke a beer bottle. It’s nothing.”

 

He said it lightly, with no intention of treating the wound.

 

Luckily, she thought, he didn’t scar easily. While he was young, he could afford to mess around like this. Pressing her lips together, she said, “Oh. You wouldn’t happen to not have money to see a doctor, would you?”

 

His thin lips curved slightly. His voice carried a faint trace of grievance. “Wen Shuchen didn’t pay me this month. I have to save where I can.”

 

“He’s even withholding your commission?” Her voice held disbelief.

 

It was hard to imagine Wen Shuchen doing such a thing.

 

Shen Fu looked serious as he tarnished Wen Shuchen’s image in front of his woman. “Have you ever seen a generous boss?”

 

Qu Bixin was half-convinced, but she couldn’t exactly verify it. That would make it seem like she was standing up for Shen Fu.

 

Soon after he prepared her vegetable salad, she brought out the first-aid kit.

 

“Bandage your hand properly, then you can leave.”

 

She had no intention of sleeping with him tonight and was clearly sending him away.

 

Shen Fu slowly treated his slender fingers. Occasionally, he lifted his eyelids to look at her pale side profile. After a while, his low voice sounded. “Kang Yaoduo is infertile.”

 

Qu Bixin nearly choked on her salad, coughing violently until tears welled up in her eyes.

 

She stared at Shen Fu, wondering if she had misheard.

 

Word by word, clearly, he said, “If you plan to marry him, you’d better do a premarital check. As far as I know, his sperm quality is poor. To put it simply—necrospermia.”

 

“…”

 

Holding her bowl, she was speechless for a long time.

 

How on earth did Shen Fu know such an embarrassing private matter?

 

After putting the first-aid kit away, Shen Fu returned and saw her still sitting on the sofa in a daze. After a moment’s thought, he sat beside her and placed his palm gently on her shoulder. His voice softened. “Xinxin, think about the cause and effect. If Kang Yaoduo didn’t have a physical problem, would the Kang family so hastily decide on a future daughter-in-law? A man who wants to marry you after the first meeting is no good.”

 

Her mind was in chaos. She didn’t notice the flaw in his logic.

 

For example, how did Shen Fu know Kang Yaoduo wanted to marry her and settle an engagement with the Qu family?

 

Right now, she was furious. How dare Qu Yanming introduce such a man to harm her?

 

Seeing anger ignite in her eyes, Shen Fu paused for two seconds before continuing, “Once you marry into the Kang family, he’ll definitely demand you use medical means to continue their bloodline…”

 

“In his dreams!!!”

 

Qu Bixin bit out the words, interrupting him angrily, her voice trembling.

 

Shen Fu gently patted her back, soothing her as best he could. Slowly, he began to kiss her cheek, his breath carrying a man’s possessive aggression, as if intending to envelop her completely.

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