Marital problems spiral out of control

The ward was a mess.

Fu Shishen smashed everything that could be thrown on the ground.

The nurse stood cautiously to the side, looking nervous, afraid of angering Fu Shishen and causing him to do something even more outrageous.

When Wen Hua came in, the nurse immediately looked at her, as if she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Shishen frowned, still looking down at him: "Come here."

Wen Hua looked at the mess in front of her and fell silent for a moment.

And so, there's probably no way to have a proper discussion.

"I told you to come here," Fu Shishen said again.

Wen Hua's repeated resistance to herself only intensified his displeasure.

I made a fool of myself at Wen Hua's place last night.

He turned to leave to buy beef noodles for Jiang Ruan, but Jiang Ruan insisted on coming along. Fu Shishen suppressed his displeasure and turned back to pick up Jiang Ruan.

As a result, the two got into an argument in the car.

Jiang Ruan is hinting to Fu Shishen that she wants a formal title, but on the surface she is being coy and aggrieved.

Fu Shishen was already unhappy, so he naturally didn't try to comfort Jiang Ruan.

Jiang Ruan burst into tears without warning.

For the first time, he felt irritable and became a bit fierce.

Jiang Ruan started clamoring to get off the bus.

She was pregnant, and Fu Shishen would never allow Jiang Ruan to leave alone, so he stopped her.

In the blink of an eye, they didn't notice the truck coming from the opposite direction.

When Fu Shishen realized what was happening, he first protected Jiang Ruan, putting himself in danger.

Therefore, Fu Shishen also has some opinions about Jiang Ruan, but he can't bring himself to be harsh, so he can only deal with it by ignoring her.

This emotion seemed to have suddenly transferred to Wen Hua.

Because Wen Hua would never treat herself like this.

No matter what his mood was, she would always coax him with gentle words.

Over time, Fu Shishen came to take it for granted.

The Wen Hua of today feels like a stranger to Fu Shishen.

"Wen Hua, don't make me say it a third time." Fu Shishen's voice became even more forceful.

Wen Hua ignored Fu Shishen and turned to instruct the nurse.

"Please have the cleaning staff come in and tidy this up," she said gently and politely. "And please give me the medicine that Mr. Fu needs to take today."

"Okay." The nurse immediately responded, genuinely relieved.

After carefully explaining the details of Wen Hua taking the medicine, she immediately went out to notify the cleaning staff to come in and tidy up.

While the cleaning staff were cleaning, Wen Hua wasn't idle either.

Since most of them belonged to Fu Shishen, only she could put them away.

It was the same when he was at the Fu family's house; the servants would put things there, and Fu Shishen would always find fault with them.

He was only satisfied with what Wen Hua had tidied up.

At that time, she felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that she could take good care of Fu Shishen in every aspect of life.

But reality has proven otherwise.

No matter how much she gave, to Fu Shishen she was basically just a free bed partner and nanny.

"That's enough. Why are you doing all this? Let the servants do it," Fu Shishen said, frowning.

These words silenced her, and she looked at Fu Shishen.

It was as if he still cared about himself.

But this concern is mostly devoid of genuine sincerity.

"Okay." Wen Hua really let it go.

She shouldn't have made this habit of doing these things.

"Come here." Fu Shishen's tone softened as he commanded Wen Hua.

Wen Hua walked towards the hospital bed, and Fu Shishen watched her walk. The unhappiness that had been building up in his heart gradually dissipated.

She was still the same Wen Hua, and had not escaped control.

"Take your medicine." Wen Hua walked up to Fu Shishen and handed him the medicine.

Fu Shishen frowned, his refusal firm: "I won't eat."

This time, Wen Hua simply looked at Fu Shishen quietly.

His previously relaxed brows furrowed again in an instant.

In the past, if he refused to take his medicine, Wen Hua would patiently coax him and persuade him again and again.

This humble attitude largely satisfied his chauvinistic desires.

With Wen Hua, he didn't need to waste any effort to make her submit.

Even a smile from him could make Wen Hua content for a long time.

Fu Shishen believed that with Wen Hua's arrival, things would return to square one.

However, the reality exceeded Fu Shishen's expectations.

"You can choose not to take the medication. Your surgical wound will become inflamed and infected, and you'll have to be sent back to the operating room. Of course, you can also continue to refuse the medication, and eventually the wound will become completely beyond saving, and your hand will probably be useless."

Wen Hua spoke expressionlessly.

Unlike before when she would try to coax me, now she's just stating the facts.

Fu Shishen had never met Wen Hua like this before, and his brows furrowed completely.

Thinking about that scene, he suddenly felt nauseous.

"If President Fu were disabled, wouldn't Miss Jiang worry?" Wen Hua even spoke of Jiang Ruan with utter indifference.

The medicine and water glass were placed in front of Fu Shishen.

It's as if the choice has been given to Fu Shishen.

"You..." Fu Shishen stared intently at Wen Hua.

Wen Hua did not avoid it.

She nodded in acknowledgment and then naturally sat down on the sofa next to her and took out the breakfast.

After all this commotion, I'm really hungry.

She is pregnant now, and she needs to take good care of the baby in her belly.

"So you didn't bring me breakfast?" Fu Shishen looked at Wen Hua in disbelief.

Wen Hua, biting into a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling), said innocently, "I thought that breakfast was something I didn't need to think about, right?"

Fu Shishen's expression changed once again.

He couldn't possibly be unaware of Wen Hua's yin-yang practices.

Wen Hua's aloofness and indifference were revealed in an instant.

"If you don't want to take your medicine, I won't force you. I have something to tell you," Wen Hua said calmly, not wanting to waste any more time here.

She stood up and walked towards Fu Shishen.

When she got to him, she realized that her divorce papers were still on the sofa.

Just as Wen Hua was about to turn around to grab it, she suddenly felt a strong force on her wrist.

Fu Shishen grabbed Wen Hua's hand.

She frowned and looked at him quietly: "Let me go."

"Wen Hua, haven't you made enough of a scene?" His voice was filled with anger. "Stop being sarcastic! I don't like it, and this approach won't work on me."

His last words were a warning to Wen Hua.

Wen Hua didn't respond. She looked down at Fu Shishen holding her hand and finally struggled a little.

The more she struggled, the tighter he gripped her.

The atmosphere between the two was slightly tense, and then it became even more strained.

"Am I being sarcastic? Fu Shishen, what do you take me for? A wife? A maid? Or a pet you summon and dismiss at will?"

Wen Hua took a deep breath and questioned him word by word.

"You're ordering me to come to the hospital to take care of you right off the bat? Don't you have Jiang Ruan by your side? Why can't you let her come? She's supposed to be pampered and spoiled, and I'm supposed to take care of everything?"

"You don't even have the most basic sincerity. Shouldn't you tell me why you and Jiang Ruan were in a car accident together? Or do you expect me to wait for a third party to tell me? To tell me that I'm just a clown?"

"Fu Shishen, what gives you the right?"

As she spoke of "what's the point of trying to ruin everything," her expression grew increasingly calm.

Even compared to her previous anger, she was incredibly calm now.

As Wen Hua continued to question him, Fu Shishen's expression grew increasingly gloomy.

A conflict could erupt between them at any moment.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.