Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 148 - Shen Fu Makes Money at a Speed Ten Times Faster Than He Could Ever Go Bankrupt
Tonight, Shen Fu was especially gentle. The master bedroom was tightly shut, dimly lit by a single bedside lamp that quietly illuminated their intertwined figures. It lasted until the latter half of the night. Exhausted, Qu Bixin turned over and buried herself beneath the snowy white quilt.
Her smooth back was exposed, her butterfly bones beautiful enough to make Shen Fu slowly trace them with his fingertips.
Beneath every inch of flawless white skin, the delicate contours were captivating.
Qu Bixin dozed for a moment, her fingers unconsciously clutching the bedsheet as she murmured, “Did you put one on?”
Shen Fu’s touch was gentle and careful, as if afraid she might shy away. He responded softly.
She lifted her head to look at him, raising a hand to touch his chest. It was still cool from his shower, damp with moisture. Completely spent, she yawned, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “You’re not lying to me?”
In the living room he had coaxed her into bed, and the process had left her hazy. She had forgotten to remind him to take precautions.
Only now, after everything, did she think to ask.
Shen Fu caught her hand and squeezed it lightly. “If you don’t believe me, you can check the bathroom trash.”
Qu Bixin would never stoop to rummaging through a trash can. Besides, he had always been conscientious before, so she didn’t press further. Yawning again, she said, “Fine. Then you can leave. Your payment’s in the drawer.”
Wrapped in the blanket, she prepared to sleep—looking every bit like a heartless scoundrel.
Shen Fu lay beside her for five minutes. When she drowsily asked why he hadn’t left yet, he finally lifted the covers and got up, picking up his shirt and trousers from the floor and putting them back on. When he turned around, the woman clutching the pillow was already fast asleep.
He switched off the lamp. At four in the morning, dressed in thin clothes, Shen Fu left the villa casually.
The next morning.
When Qu Bixin woke up, she was still a little dazed.
Not because her body felt uncomfortable—on the contrary, after a satisfying night that met her needs as a mature woman, she felt considerably lighter. She only regretted that she hadn’t restrained herself.
She got out of bed, showered, and changed.
Both the master bedroom and the bathroom had been thoroughly cleaned by Shen Fu. Even the trash bins had been emptied.
Qu Bixin tossed a used tissue into the spotless bin and went downstairs.
She had no time to deal with the “good morning” message Shen Fu had sent her.
Just as he had once ignored her good morning messages back then.
Bare-legged, she sat on the living room sofa, not noticing that the roses she had brought home the previous night had disappeared at some point. Taking her phone, she swiftly blocked Qu Yanming.
Then she opened Kang Yaoduo’s message, which invited her to dinner at his house that evening.
Qu Bixin sent back a smiling emoji and casually made up an excuse to decline.
She would rather marry a divorced man and become a stepmother than torment her own body, using medical means to desperately bear children for someone else’s family.
Thus, the “Hotel Prince” was effectively blacklisted by her as well.
There was no heartbreak. After all, they had only known each other for a couple of days.
After clearing up these troublesome matters in one go, Qu Bixin put down her phone and clapped her hands in satisfaction.
The sun was especially bright that day. In Wen Corporation’s president’s office, only Wen Shuchen, Shen Fu, and Song Chao were present.
After placing two cups of coffee on the table, Song Chao glanced at Shen Fu and asked curiously, “President Shen, did something good finally happen today?”
Shen Fu’s lips curved faintly. “Why? Am I not allowed to have something to be happy about?”
Song Chao chuckled along, though he didn’t dare say aloud that Shen Fu had practically gone bankrupt trying to win back his ex-wife, even playing housekeeper every day.
Changing his words, he said, “Looks like Miss Qu will reconcile with you soon.”
After a brief silence, Shen Fu asked, “When will my ring be ready?”
Recently, Song Chao had been entrusted by Shen Fu to commission a top foreign designer to create a one-of-a-kind wedding ring. The price was comparable to auction-level jewelry—the main point being the sentiment behind it.
“I’ve called to rush them several times,” Song Chao replied. “What, is Miss Qu getting impatient?”
Shen Fu didn’t answer. At the desk, Wen Shuchen let out a soft laugh.
The meaning behind it was unmistakable.
“He’s rushing you for the ring because he’s worried Qu Bixin will accept another man’s proposal first.”
Wen Shuchen hit the nail on the head.
Song Chao suddenly realized something. “I heard the Qu family and the Kang family, the ones in the hotel business, have been getting close lately. The Qu young master is practically calling the Kang heir his brother. Could they be arranging a marriage alliance?”
Shen Fu’s expression turned indifferent again; his earlier good mood vanished.
Song Chao said gravely, “President Shen, you’re done for. Your wife’s about to be stolen.”
“…” Shen Fu.
Wen Shuchen quickly cut Song Chao off and sent him out before Shen Fu decided to deal with him.
He tossed a contract onto the desk. “Wen Corporation has a project with the Kang family for the second half of the year. You handle the negotiations.”
Shen Fu calmly picked up the file, flipping through it with long fingers.
Wen Shuchen didn’t ask how he planned to deal with the Kang family. It wasn’t his concern.
That evening, Shen Fu changed into a sharp dark blue suit and attended a business gathering. His companion was a female secretary from his department—charming and alluring, her professional skirt unable to conceal her figure.
At the event, Shen Fu exchanged a distant glance with Kang Yaoduo. Shen Fu knew everything about him, while Kang Yaoduo looked visibly surprised.
Perhaps he hadn’t expected the male housekeeper from Qu Bixin’s home to transform into an elite in the business world.
After being introduced by others, Kang Yaoduo learned Shen Fu’s name and his position as an executive at Wen Corporation, working alongside Jiangcheng’s most influential figures. A subtle sense of masculine rivalry stirred within him. Before he could approach to greet Shen Fu, the alluring secretary collided into him.
He found her somewhat familiar—she had been standing beside Shen Fu earlier.
Soon, after the accidental bump, they exchanged a few words.
The secretary laughed brightly, asking him questions about hotel management and looking at him with admiration.
Kang Yaoduo’s vanity was instantly aroused. He casually displayed the luxury watch on his wrist and began boasting about his overseas experience.
While they chatted happily, Shen Fu quietly stepped aside after speaking with a friend.
He took out his phone, deliberately finding the perfect angle to snap a candid photo of Kang Yaoduo “casting flirtatious glances” at his secretary.
The photo was sent to Qu Bixin.
Along with it, he added a message: “Something I said last night was wrong. There is one advantage to marrying a husband like this—at least when he’s fooling around outside, you won’t have to worry about him producing an illegitimate child.”
The text message showed as successfully sent, but Qu Bixin didn’t reply.
Shen Fu slipped his phone back into his trouser pocket, casually lifted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray, and with an air of complete nonchalance, located Kang Yaoduo’s father in the crowd—the chairman of the Kang Hotel Group.
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At this hour, Qu Bixin was still freeloading at He Qingchi’s house, having a bowl of tangyuan.
After receiving Shen Fu’s message, she finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and vented to He Qingchi from beginning to end about Kang Yaoduo. She exploded on the spot: “Damn it, how does that man still have the nerve to juggle multiple women?”
He Qingchi was half-kneeling on the carpet on one knee, carefully trimming her already-asleep son’s nails. She was focused and didn’t look up at Qu Bixin, only saying, “Keep your voice down.”
The little guy was sleeping soundly. Only at times like this would he obediently let his mother trim his nails.
He Qingchi was very careful. After finishing, she lowered her head to kiss her child’s chubby cheek before finally responding to Qu Bixin. “Why is Shen Fu tattling to you?”
Qu Bixin looked over the photo again and again. It didn’t look fake.
So she didn’t say anything about Shen Fu, just felt terribly upset.
He Qingchi spoke unhurriedly. “I heard from Shuchen that Shen Tingji is going to immigrate overseas, though she probably isn’t willing.”
That meant it was arranged by Shen Fu.
Qu Bixin realized it and said with a stiff expression, “That little mute can’t bear to leave Shen Fu—why doesn’t she just marry him? Then no one could take him away.”
He Qingchi smiled lightly. “If it were you, would you marry a man separated from you by a blood-deep family feud?”
“She was raised by Shen Fu. She still hates him?”
He Qingchi gave a soft laugh. “What about you?”
“Me what?”
“Shen Fu runs over to be your nanny every day. Even if it means giving up all his assets, he still insists on cutting ties with Shen Tingji. Do you still hate him for what he did to you back then?”
Qu Bixin was rendered speechless. She lowered her head and sat quietly in the armchair.
Her emotions were complicated. Back when the Qu family was on the brink of bankruptcy and Shen Fu forced a divorce with ten billion yuan, she hated him—hated him to her very bones. She would wake up in the middle of the night grinding her teeth, wanting to kill that heartless man.
Later, unwilling to let go, she became entangled with him again, even more deeply.
Back and forth, after years of turmoil, all her passion had been worn away.
Now, Qu Bixin didn’t even dare to look back at Shen Fu, afraid of repeating the same mistakes and being hurt again by his coldheartedness.
As for hatred—time had already diluted all the emotions she once invested in Shen Fu, emotions that had been filled with obsessive love.
So when He Qingchi asked her, Qu Bixin said in a slightly dazed and uneasy voice, “I might not love him anymore… so I can’t bring myself to hate him either.”
When she no longer had any expectations of Shen Fu, there was no despair—and without despair, how could there be hatred?
He Qingchi fell silent for a few seconds, then decided to tell her a fact. “Shen Fu makes money at a speed ten times faster than he could ever go bankrupt.”
Qu Bixin abruptly lifted her head, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared at her.
“So there’s no such thing as him ending up destitute. The assets he gave Shen Tingji to settle their family feud mean nothing to him. It’s just for show.”
He Qingchi left it at that. Seeing how dark it had become outside, she added, “Shuchen’s coming home from a business dinner at nine-thirty. I still need to prepare hangover tea and a late-night snack for him, so I won’t keep you.”
Qu Bixin walked out of He Qingchi’s villa, still in a daze.
She gripped her phone tightly. A call was coming in on the screen…
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