Marital problems spiral out of control

Wen Hua felt a headache coming on when she saw Shen Jue's call.

She's turned down so many times, so I have to answer this call.

But sometimes, things just happen by chance.

Wen Hua's hand had just slid across the screen when she caught a glimpse of Fu Shishen's tall figure appearing in the side hall.

She was so startled that she hung up the phone before she could even say a word.

Wen Hua was sweating profusely.

She was afraid that Shen Jue would call again, and she was also afraid that Fu Shishen would cause her trouble.

But on the surface, she hid these emotions very well.

Her gaze was calm as she looked in Fu Shishen's direction.

The phone was still in my palm.

"Make a phone call?" Fu Shishen asked casually.

But he saw Wen Hua hang up the phone instantly.

This is to protect oneself.

So, whose call did Wen Hua answer?

He quietly walked towards Wen Hua's direction.

Clearly, Wen Hua had no intention of explaining to Fu Shishen, and her response was rather indifferent: "It should be GG."

Fu Shishen watched without saying a word.

Wen Hua felt a chill run down her spine from the stare; it was a feeling of unease.

When she couldn't hold back any longer, Fu Shishen gave a faint "hmm" and didn't ask any further questions.

Wen Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get ready, you're coming with me to the banquet," Fu Shishen changed the subject.

When Wen Hua heard this, she frowned, a subconscious rejection.

Fu Shishen suddenly stepped forward, his voice very low.

His deep voice reminded Wen Hua, word by word: "Don't forget our agreement. My signing means you have to play along until she comes back, understand?"

As he spoke, Fu Shishen suddenly stroked Wen Hua's cheek, his gaze darkening further.

"Wen Hua, otherwise, I can go back on my word at any time, hmm?" This was a threat.

"You..." Wen Hua was speechless after being rebuked.

Fu Shishen relaxed and opened Wenhua.

She then noticed that there was a styling team following behind her.

And these people, as she happened to know, were Jiangzhou's top star team, serving Jiang Ruan.

So, is Fu Shishen being manipulated by himself, or is he trying to disgust himself?

But Wen Hua didn't say a word the whole time.

The makeup artist stepped forward and said calmly, "Mrs. Fu, please."

Wen Hua nodded in acknowledgment.

The styling team is very fast.

Wen Hua remained silent throughout.

But looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly smiled.

Because the person in the mirror is no longer herself, but Jiang Ruan.

Jiang Ruan's favorite clothing style and styling style.

Over the years, Wen Hua has been humbled to the core in order to keep Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen and Jiang Ruan went in and out together.

Wen Hua began to wonder if Fu Shishen liked this type of person.

So subconsciously, she always dressed herself up like Jiang Ruan.

She is clearly an independent person, yet she has turned herself into a substitute.

The makeup team members are Jiang Ruan's people.

Doing this is obviously disgusting to oneself.

"Okay. Is there anything you're not satisfied with?" the stylist asked Wen Hua.

But there's little sincerity involved; it's purely perfunctory.

The dinner started at 7:30 pm, so there wasn't much time left.

Even the assistant standing next to him was packing up.

Fu Shishen waited on the sofa, showing no impatience.

Cheng Ming was talking to Fu Shishen from the side.

Throughout the entire process, Fu Shishen never looked at Wen Hua.

Wen Hua lowered her eyes and did not speak immediately.

The stylist's patience was wearing thin: "Then I'll assume you have no problem."

After speaking, the stylist lowered his head and began tidying up.

"I don't like it, let's redo it," Wen Hua said calmly.

It was still a very gentle tone, but it left no room for refusal.

The stylist looked at Wen Hua in astonishment.

Even Fu Shishen, who was standing to the side, frowned and looked over.

Cheng Ming was somewhat surprised, probably because it was the first time he had seen Wen Hua resist.

In his memory, Wen Hua had always been a very gentle person who would never make things difficult for anyone.

Besides, it's just a matter of styling.

"What do you not like? There's no time now." It took the stylist a while to find her voice, and she became hesitant.

"I don't like any of them." Wen Hua was very direct.

Stylist: "..."

"I don't like orange-pink eyeshadow, and I don't like this wavy hairstyle. Also, I don't like this dress; it's too pretentious. And, I'm pregnant, and you're preparing high heels for me? Are you doing this on purpose?" Wen Hua's words were full of nitpicking, but her emotions remained calm.

The stylist's expression also changed completely.

She looked at Fu Shishen: "President Fu... the banquet is at 7:30, and it's already 6:46. If we redraw it, it will really be too late."

She is Jiang Ruan's stylist, so of course she knows about the relationship between Jiang Ruan and Fu Shishen.

Therefore, she did not believe at all that Fu Shishen would help Wen Hua.

That tone is like complaining.

And her look today was intentional.

It was according to Jiang Ruan's wishes that Wen Hua be transformed into Jiang Ruan's appearance.

This is a reminder to Fu Shishen, and also a reminder to everyone in Jiangzhou.

She, Wen Hua, was nothing more than a substitute, and had no other significance.

That's why stylists are so emboldened.

Fu Shishen listened and glanced down at the time on his watch.

It's absolutely too late.

Fu Shishen is the main character at tonight's banquet, so he can't be late.

Many leaders from the capital came.

We can't keep the leaders waiting.

So his brows furrowed.

Soon, Fu Shishen stood up and walked towards Wen Hua.

The stylist immediately looked at Wen Hua with a smug expression.

She even added fuel to the fire: "President Fu, a makeup and styling session takes about two or three hours. If we have to redo it, we won't be able to make it to tonight's banquet."

Fu Shishen ignored him.

Wen Hua didn't even say a word, just quietly looked at Fu Shishen.

She thought that if it were before, she would not have argued back or resisted.

The fact that Fu Shishen was willing to take her along was a great blessing to her.

But now, she is Wen Hua, not Jiang Ruan's substitute.

She just wants to be herself.

Wen Hua is actually a very stubborn person.

However, she had to restrain her temper in front of Fu Shishen.

She doesn't need to now.

Soon, Fu Shishen walked up to Wen Hua and looked down at her.

"You don't like it?" Fu Shishen asked casually.

"Yes," Wen Hua replied directly.

"The banquet is at 7:30 p.m. It takes at least 30 minutes to get to the hotel from here. You can be late, but you must arrive no later than 8 p.m.," Fu Shishen said calmly.

Wen Hua looked at Fu Shishen indifferently: "I can choose not to go. After all, I don't like the makeup on my face, and I won't get a good look if I go. It's always troublesome if others ask President Fu about it."

When water comes, dam it; when soldiers come, block them with generals. There is no rush or panic.

Fu Shishen just watched.

Cheng Ming was also taken aback.

This is the first time I've seen Wen Hua confront Fu Shishen.

The makeup artist was also getting a little flustered.

If it were before, Fu Shishen would have already changed his expression.

But now he seemed to be watching Wen Hua with great patience, the two of them playing a game of strategy.