Marital problems spiral out of control

Fu Shishen stared intently at Wen Hua.

Wen Hua didn't speak, her hands still gripping the edge of the seat, still tense.

She couldn't guess what Fu Shishen was going to do.

She even prepared for the worst.

Fu Shishen was angry with himself.

She thought to herself that she had long since gotten used to it.

Thinking about it, Wen Hua looked in the car window mirror, her face full of self-mockery.

But Fu Shishen remained silent.

"Ah..." Wen Hua exclaimed in surprise.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and she gripped the handrail tightly.

He used his other hand to protect his stomach.

If it weren't for the seatbelt.

She really felt like she was going to be left behind.

Because Fu Shishen stepped on the gas pedal hard, the car suddenly accelerated.

It caught us off guard, giving us no chance to react.

Wen Hua knew that Fu Shishen was doing it on purpose.

He doesn't like to rebel.

Therefore, he would punish himself in various ways.

The fact that this person doesn't speak doesn't mean he agrees; his cruelty and ruthlessness will fully reveal his emotions.

Even so, Wen Hua showed no sign of begging for mercy.

She maintained the same posture, quietly opening the window.

I suppressed the churning sensation in my stomach.

Fu Shishen remained expressionless throughout, and the car did not slow down at all.

He couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it made him extremely unhappy.

Yes, his kindness towards Wen Hua in public was definitely provoking Jiang Ruan.

But sometimes habits become second nature.

No matter the circumstances, Fu Shishen would react in the same way.

Sometimes, he couldn't even tell whether he was acting or being serious.

However, this veil was pierced by Wen Hua.

The one who was in a sorry state was Fu Shishen, not Wen Hua.

He thought of Bo Zhirong's questioning of him.

Wen Hua holds an absolute place in his heart.

Oh--

What kind of status does a "tool" person need?

With this in mind, Fu Shishen's car sped up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Hua's pale face through the glass.

The paler her face became, the happier Fu Shishen felt.

It was as if all the previous dissatisfaction had been thoroughly vented at this moment.

Until the car was parked in the hospital's parking space.

The tires gripped the ground, making a sharp screeching sound.

The recoil caused Wen Hua to lurch forward, but the seatbelt pulled her back.

Then, she got back into the passenger seat.

The next second, without hesitation, she pushed open the car door and rushed out.

The churning sensation made her unable to hold it in, and she bowed her head and vomited.

Fu Shishen got out of the car and just watched, without any intention of helping.

Wen Hua didn't say anything.

She felt better after vomiting up everything she ate that morning, including her stomach acid.

She didn't even look at Fu Shishen, and quietly walked into the hospital.

Fu Shishen remained indifferent throughout, until the moment Wen Hua turned around.

That unpleasant feeling was suffocating him.

Without a second thought, Fu Shishen caught up with Wen Hua in a few steps and grabbed her.

With a forceful pull, Wen Hua was drawn into his arms.

But Wen Hua looked at Fu Shishen frankly, still not intending to speak.

Fu Shishen felt that he was the one who couldn't hold back at this moment.

"Do you think I'm acting?" Fu Shishen asked Wen Hua with a cold face.

Wen Hua listened and suddenly let out a faint laugh.

"Fu Shishen, if you're not acting, then you've fallen in love with me. So, are you the latter?" Wen Hua asked Fu Shishen in return.

Fu Shishen's expression darkened further, as he hadn't expected Wen Hua to outmaneuver him.

In that instant, the man's pride was completely overwhelmed.

But Wen Hua stared at her intently.

"Wishful thinking." Fu Shishen abruptly released Wen Hua.

Wen Hua didn't mind.

Within sight, I could see that my wrists had been pulled until they were bright red.

It hurts.

But it couldn't outweigh the pain in my heart.

But she had long since become numb.

"Hmm." Wen Hua simply nodded lightly without refuting.

There's no point in arguing with Fu Shishen.

She turned and walked into the hospital.

Fu Shishen stood there, watching, and resumed his hand-in-hand bag-carrying posture.

The more I looked at it, the more gloomy it became.

For the first time, he felt completely under Wen Hua's control.

There is no room for maneuver.

Almost at the same time, his phone vibrated.

The call was disconnected after only a few seconds; it was Jiang Ruan's number.

Fu Shishen looked at it but didn't seem inclined to call back.

He was pushing Jiang Ruan, and Jiang Ruan was pushing herself too.

Whoever compromises first loses.

Fu Shishen expressionlessly put his phone away again and walked into the hospital with a sullen face.

Wen Hua has already entered the ultrasound room.

Just as Fu Shishen was about to go inside, his phone vibrated again.

The phone number was still Jiang Ruan's.

He just watched.

Fingers rest quietly on the screen.

But the next moment, Fu Shishen calmly put his phone in his pocket, ignoring it completely.

The phone was still vibrating; Jiang Ruan hadn't hung up.

Fu Shishen wanted to know how long Jiang Ruan could hold out.

He walked calmly toward the ultrasound room.

Wen Hua was already lying on the examination bed.

Fu Shishen walked to Wen Hua's side.

"Mr. Fu," the doctor said respectfully upon seeing Fu Shishen, "Mrs. Fu's baby is perfectly healthy."

The doctor's probe was pointed at Wen Hua's belly, and a 4D image of the fetus appeared on the screen.

He was explaining to Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen listened quietly.

Wen Hua lay on the examination bed, her eyes unconsciously glancing at Fu Shishen out of the corner of her eye.

Fu Shishen's behavior gave her the illusion that he was looking forward to the birth of their child.

But the next moment, Wen Hua mocked herself.

Fu Shishen was certainly looking forward to it.

The only expectation for this child is the transfer of shares.

Once the equity is acquired.

This child meant nothing to Fu Shishen anymore.

I don't know if it's because of the pregnancy or something else.

Wen Hua's emotions are prone to fluctuation.

This thought caused her eyes to inexplicably sting.

I wanted to cry, but I stubbornly refused to.

Ultimately, it can only remain in this stalemate, neither going up nor down.

"It's a girl," the doctor suddenly said. "The location wasn't ideal before, but now we're certain."

Fu Shishen didn't say anything.

When he thought of the girl, he thought that the child might look a lot like Wen Hua.

He had seen photos of Wen Hua when she was little; she was soft and cute with chubby cheeks, and he knew she would feel great to squeeze.

It was a liking that came about without any reason.

He just wasn't good at expressing his emotions on the surface; instead, he was quiet and reserved.

When Wen Hua heard that it was a daughter, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of this gender, they were on the margins of power struggles within the Fu family, but not in danger.

She thought that since the child had no use to her, Fu Shishen had no reason to keep him by his side.

The two had their own thoughts.

Until the doctor finished the examination.

"Alright. Your next prenatal checkup is in two weeks," the doctor said with a smile.

He handed Wen Hua a tissue to wipe the coupling gel off her body.

Before Wen Hua could even take it, Fu Shishen had already taken it.