Marry by Relying on Favor: Chapter 151 - She’s a Real, Living Scumbag of a Woman—After Using Him, She Wants to Throw Him Away

April 28, 2026 Oyen 0 Comments

Happy Reading~Chapter 151: She’s a Real, Living Scumbag of a Woman—After Using Him, She Wants to Throw Him Away

 

On Monday, when the morning sunlight slipped in through the crack in the curtains, Qu Bixin had already thrown off the covers and gotten out of bed. She hurriedly got dressed and ran barefoot to the bathroom to wash up. Before waking, she had a nightmare that left faint tear stains at the corners of her eyes, stinging slightly.

 

Before Shen Fu could follow her in, she scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it onto her face.

 

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes again?”

 

The man’s arms were firm and strong; he easily lifted her up. A few seconds later, he slipped his own slippers onto her feet and stepped barefoot onto the cold tiled floor himself.

 

Qu Bixin grabbed a white towel to wipe her eyes, her voice still groggy. “It’s already seven-thirty. Aren’t you going to wash up and go to work?”

 

Shen Fu had adapted well to a nine-to-five routine. To spend more time with her, he had even turned down business trips arranged by the company, going to and from work every day and acting like her personal caretaker.

 

Rather than a caretaker, he was more like a motherly boyfriend—he even managed whether she wore shoes.

 

Lowering his head, Shen Fu brushed his thin lips against her ear. “A woman’s body is delicate. You can’t catch a chill.”

 

“Got it, you’re so naggy,” Qu Bixin said, pushing him away a little. She quickly finished washing up and went to the walk-in closet to change into an outfit to go out.

 

Fifteen minutes later, Shen Fu came out of the bathroom and saw she had even put on light makeup. “You’re going out?”

 

Normally, she would sleep in until the sun was high. Clearly, she had something to do today.

 

After applying lipstick, she replied without turning around, “I made an appointment with Dr. Li for a routine checkup.”

 

Shen Fu paused while tying his tie, then quickly resumed as normal. “Do you want me to go with you?”

 

His tone was casual, as if he were asking offhandedly.

 

Qu Bixin turned and smiled sweetly at him. “Brother, our relationship isn’t public yet. Let’s not appear together in public places.”

 

She had grown dependent on him again during this period. If not for that reminder, Shen Fu might have thought they were legally cohabiting.

 

He looked at her for a long time before finally saying, “I’ll keep my phone with me all day. Call me if anything happens.”

 

“Okay. I want sweet-and-sour braised fish for dinner.”

 

After agreeing on the evening’s menu, Qu Bixin left the villa with him, smiling lightly.

 

But their routes were different; once outside the residential compound, they went their separate ways.

 

She hadn’t lied—she really had made an appointment at the hospital for a routine checkup.

 

At the hospital, she didn’t have to queue. Guided by a nurse, she underwent a series of examinations and then waited a long time in the medical office for the results. During that time, Shen Fu sent two concerned text messages, both of which she ignored.

 

She scrolled through Weibo out of boredom until Dr. Li, wearing glasses, appeared.

 

“Miss Qu, your examination report is ready.”

 

The office door was closed; no one outside could overhear.

 

The first thing Qu Bixin asked was whether she was pregnant.

 

Dr. Li replied, “No.”

 

Those two words made her let out a sigh of relief.

 

A month earlier, Shen Fu’s late-night trip to take out the trash had aroused her suspicion. Later, she had personally lifted the bath towel and confirmed that he hadn’t used contraception at all. At the time, she hadn’t known whether it was still in time to take emergency pills.

 

Because Shen Fu had done it so discreetly, leaving no trace, it clearly wasn’t the first time.

 

But Qu Bixin hadn’t panicked. She then asked Dr. Li, “Given my current condition, can I still get pregnant?”

 

Dr. Li handed her the report and explained professionally, “After over a year of medication and monthly checkups, your blocked fallopian tubes have been cleared. If you want to conceive, just adjust your body properly and avoid staying up late.”

 

Qu Bixin quickly scanned the report, her fingers tightening slightly.

 

She had discovered something was wrong because of irregular periods. At first, she thought perhaps taking too many emergency contraceptive pills in previous years had damaged her body. Later, she secretly went to the hospital for an exam and found that her fallopian tubes were blocked.

 

Simply put, it had made it difficult to get pregnant, but it could be treated with medication.

 

Qu Bixin tore the report into pieces. Taking a card from her bag, she held it between her slender fingers and handed it to Dr. Li. “I need you to help me issue a new report.”

 

That day, Shen Fu was clearly distracted. He even forgot about the lunch meeting he had arranged with the person in charge of Kang’s Hotel, only remembering after his secretary reminded him about the cooperation project.

 

He was responsible for this area of work, and Chairman Kang was very courteous.

 

Today he had even brought his only son, Kang Yaoduo, specifically to introduce him to Shen Fu.

 

The two men understood each other at first sight—they would never become friends.

 

Kang Yaoduo casually rolled up his sleeves, revealing his million-dollar watch, and poured Shen Fu a glass of red wine. “President Shen, you don’t sound like you’re from Jiangcheng?”

 

Shen Fu’s roots weren’t in Jiangcheng. Without changing expression, he named his hometown.

 

“A fourth-tier prefecture-level city?” Kang Yaoduo said meaningfully.

 

He deliberately flaunted his background and family wealth; any one aspect could crush Shen Fu.

 

A man’s vanity surfaced inexplicably. At least in Chairman Kang’s eyes, his son’s old habit had flared up again.

 

Trying to smooth things over, he said, “President Shen is young and capable, a senior executive at Wenshi Group, and highly valued by President Wen. Yaoduo, you should learn from him.”

 

“Dad, I could never learn President Shen’s skill at slandering others in my lifetime,” Kang Yaoduo sneered coldly, looking at Shen Fu as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

 

Out of consideration for the cooperation with Wen Corporation, he didn’t spell everything out. After a round of sarcastic jabs, he set down his wineglass and left early.

 

Chairman Kang didn’t know when his son had formed a grudge against Shen Fu. Before clarifying matters, he apologized first.

 

Shen Fu lifted his wineglass and drank indifferently, completely unconcerned about Kang Yaoduo’s behavior.

 

This composure greatly impressed Chairman Kang.

 

Meanwhile, Kang Yaoduo, who had stormed out in anger, regretted not splashing the wine in Shen Fu’s face to see whether he was wearing a mask. Unable to swallow his anger, he took out his phone and publicly exposed Shen Fu’s actions on his social media.

 

Although Qu Bixin couldn’t see it, Qu Yanming could.

 

In his post, Kang Yaoduo made everything clear: at a gathering a few days earlier, he had been shocked to learn from one of Qu Bixin’s friends that he was infertile. After investigating, he found out that Shen Fu had gone to Qu Bixin to spread rumors about him, all to defeat a romantic rival—losing even basic morality in the process.

 

Only then did he realize why Qu Bixin had blocked all his contact information overnight, when they had practically been discussing marriage before! How was that any different from someone stealing his wife?!

 

Kang Yaoduo couldn’t swallow this humiliation. He even approached Qu Yanming, asking him to screenshot the post and show it to Qu Bixin, and to help him ask whether she could add his contact back.

 

Why would Qu Yanming refuse?

 

Soon, the screenshot of that post appeared on Qu Bixin’s phone.

 

At that moment, she had already returned to the villa, lounging on the sofa with her long bare legs stretched out, eating ice cream. She only glanced at the drama between the men and, uninterested, set her phone aside.

 

Qu Yanming persistently asked, “Shen Fu lied to you like that. Aren’t you angry?”

 

Seeing the message, Qu Bixin rolled her eyes.

 

Unfortunately, Qu Yanming couldn’t see her expression and kept pressing on: “Sis, even if Shen Fu uses schemes and tricks, he can forget about becoming the Qu family’s son-in-law again. Why not look back at that Young Master Kang? Why insist on hanging yourself on Shen Fu’s tree?”

 

He had made his stance clear—only Kang Yaoduo was worthy of being his brother-in-law now.

 

Even through the screen, Qu Bixin could sense the ulterior motives behind Qu Yanming’s words, all for his own benefit. She couldn’t be bothered to reply with a single word. After finishing her ice cream, she headed upstairs a while later, her emotions calm from beginning to end.

 

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At six-thirty in the evening, the sound of a car came from outside the villa.

 

Shen Fu returned home on time, carrying fresh ingredients and desserts. He had seen Kang Yaoduo’s social media post as well and had already prepared an explanation on the way back. His steps were unhurried. After entering the villa, he took off his coat and went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

 

The sky outside grew darker. Thanks to him, all the maids in the villa had retired early. At night, the two-story house felt especially quiet.

 

Shen Fu prepared a lavish meal—three dishes and a soup, including the sweet-and-sour fish Qu Bixin had asked for. After untying his apron and placing it over the back of a chair, he checked the time on his watch and went upstairs to call the woman in the master bedroom to eat.

 

The second floor was unusually quiet tonight. If not for the lights being on, one might have thought no one was there.

 

Shen Fu knocked politely once before slowly pushing the door open.

 

Inside the silent master bedroom, Qu Bixin lay on her side on the bed, unmoving.

 

Shen Fu had already prepared himself to endure her anger. He lightened his steps, walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch her shoulder. “The fish you wanted is ready. Get up and eat first, hmm?”

 

Qu Bixin’s tightly closed eyes opened, glistening under the light as if washed with water.

 

Shen Fu’s first reaction was that she had been crying. His tone grew even gentler. “What’s wrong?”

 

Even now, he could calmly care about her emotions, pretending to know nothing.

 

Qu Bixin sneered inwardly. She should recommend him to become an actor—he would surely win Best Actor.

 

On the surface, she revealed her pale, bloodless face from under the covers, her smile pure to the point of transparency. “A-Fu, I’m pregnant.”

 

Shen Fu’s hand trembled noticeably as he tightened his grip on her shoulder. The calmer his face appeared, the more violently his emotions surged within. Even though he had mentally prepared himself that morning when she mentioned a checkup—guessing there was a fifty percent chance she might be pregnant—it was nothing compared to hearing the news directly.

 

It took him dozens of seconds to react. Realizing his grip might hurt her, he loosened it and gently caressed her cheek instead, already arranging their future. “How about I prepare a grand proposal for you? While your belly isn’t showing yet, we’ll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow to remarry. Then we’ll move somewhere else. This location is good, but it’s too close to downtown—bad for prenatal care. President Wen has a vacation villa in the suburbs with great air and environment. I’ll go buy it from him.”

 

His words came out slightly disordered, even using the word “buy,” forgetting to conceal his true financial situation.

 

Qu Bixin listened quietly. Just as Shen Fu couldn’t help but reach out to hug her, her pale lips parted. “You really think I’d give birth to your child? After the checkup confirmed it, I went straight to the doctor and arranged for a medical abortion.”

 

Shen Fu’s long, pale hand froze midair, just an inch from her shoulder.

 

His deep eyes met her retaliatory smile—still sweet.

 

The air in the bedroom was so still that even their breathing was audible. Qu Bixin continued, “Don’t think I didn’t notice you deliberately not using protection. I got pregnant on purpose and then got rid of it. You thought you could rise in status because of a child? Hah!”

 

Every word from her lips shattered Shen Fu’s beliefs.

 

He seemed frozen in place, his sharply defined face expressionless with coldness, a blood-red hue slowly surfacing in his eyes.

 

Qu Bixin’s expression was mocking, devoid of the sweetness and clinginess she had shown in recent days. Every word was meant to pierce his heart. “Don’t pull such a dark face… You played me for almost ten years. It’s only fair I play you once.”

 

“In your eyes, our own flesh and blood was just something to play with?” Shen Fu let out a low laugh, tinged with something sinister.

 

Qu Bixin nodded. “Are you furious right now? Want to strangle me? I might as well be honest—I’ve been maneuvering around you these past weeks, pretending every day that I still liked you. It’s exhausting. Shen Fu, wasn’t it exhausting for you to keep acting with me too?”

 

He could have been living in a mansion, driving luxury cars, frequenting high-end clubs.

 

Instead, to keep up the act, he had to work nine-to-five, take the subway, refrain from using the cards in his pocket, and let himself be summoned and dismissed like a servant by a woman. How tiring.

 

Even thinking about it made Qu Bixin shake her head. She sincerely suggested, “We’re both tired of pretending. Let’s part on good terms.”

 

Shen Fu didn’t respond. His silence was like that of a wounded beast, desperately restraining the urge to erupt.

 

He never touched her, because she had said she had just undergone an abortion. Her face was drained of color, her voice weak.

 

A body that frail couldn’t withstand his emotions.

 

Qu Bixin didn’t know what Shen Fu was thinking at that moment.

 

She was like a living, breathing scumbag—after using him, growing tired of him, she wanted to throw him away.

 

With everything laid bare, she felt there was no need to continue the conversation.

 

After waiting a long while without seeing him explode in rage, he finally asked in a tone close to indifference, “This past month—when you said you liked me and wanted to be with me forever—was all of it a lie?”

 

“Yes. All lies. Just like when you lied to me in the beginning.”

 

Without hesitation, Qu Bixin answered him cleanly and decisively.

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