Marital problems spiral out of control

The ward was empty; Wen Hua was nowhere to be seen.

Only the bloodstains on the corner of the table, though dried, were still clearly visible.

Fu Shishen's face was terribly grim. He turned and walked out, making a phone call to Wen Hua as he went.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable." It was still the same mechanical, cold female voice.

The impatience in his eyes was becoming increasingly obvious.

Wen Hua used the same tactic twice.

"Mr. Fu, where are you going? You just had surgery..." Cheng Ming was terrified when he saw this.

He hurriedly chased after Fu Shishen to stop him.

The next second, he was pushed aside by Fu Shishen and staggered.

Fu Shishen quickly got into the car.

Ignoring the fact that his right hand was already bleeding, he quickly started the engine and drove towards Wen Hua's apartment.

On the way to the apartment, Fu Shishen made several phone calls, but Wen Hua's phone was still switched off.

The gloom in Fu Shishen's eyes became increasingly apparent.

Just then, Fu Shishen's phone vibrated.

Without thinking, he answered the phone: "Wen Hua, who gave you permission to turn your phone off?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Jiang Ruan's voice came through.

"Shi Shen, did you go to see Wen Hua?" Jiang Ruan asked her softly.

This time, Fu Shishen quieted down.

"Shi Shen, do you still have feelings for Wen Hua? After all, you've been married for seven years." Jiang Ruan's gentle and understanding voice came through. "It's normal that you can't let go. After all, Wen Hua didn't do anything wrong in this marriage."

These words made Fu Shishen grip the steering wheel even tighter.

For seven years of marriage, Wen Hua dutifully fulfilled her duties as Mrs. Shen, never flaunting her relationship with others, and even kept the marriage a secret without complaint.

Over time, even a normal person would find it impossible to remain completely indifferent.

"That's all for now. You get some rest. I'll be back in a bit." Fu Shishen didn't intend to continue the conversation and ended the dialogue.

Fu Shishen then hung up the phone, parked his car downstairs at the apartment building, and went upstairs.

Wen Hua heard the urgent doorbell ring and reluctantly stood up; it must be her takeout order arriving.

She didn't actually have much of an appetite, but she still had to eat for the sake of the baby in her belly.

As a result, when Wen Hua opened the door, she saw Fu Shishen standing outside.

She paused for a moment.

She thought he must have come to talk to her about divorce.

Wen Hua didn't show this on her face: "You don't actually need to come to me, you just need to sign..."

But she was immediately interrupted.

"Wen Hua, this kind of tactic gets boring after a second time." Fu Shishen looked at her coldly, every word sharp and cutting. "You went to such lengths just to get me here, is that it?"

"What did you say?" Wen Hua asked, puzzled.

Fu Shishen had already walked in, and his tall figure gave her a great sense of pressure.

She instinctively stepped back.

"What are you pretending for now?" Fu Shishen had cornered Wen Hua.

She leaned against the door, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Wasn't this person here to ask for a divorce?

"You deliberately waited until Jiang Ruan was there before coming, to mock her as a mistress? You deliberately put on airs in the hospital room, just so you could get me to sleep with you. If I sleep with you, why are you crying? You deliberately turned off your phone, trying to force me to come find you?"

Every word Fu Shishen uttered was a condemnation of her.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped Wen Hua's chin with increasing force.

Wen Hua stared at Fu Shishen in astonishment: "Fu Shishen, this is slander!"

"Slander? What I said wasn't true?" Fu Shishen scoffed. "Wen Hua, don't think I don't know you're trying to use Grandpa's will to control me. Let me tell you, you're dreaming!"

"I never thought that way," Wen Hua said to him calmly, word by word.

She forcefully slapped Fu Shishen's hand away.

The fair skin had been pinched until red marks appeared.

"Fu Shishen, don't condemn me so easily!" Wen Hua looked at Fu Shishen. "I didn't know Jiang Ruan would be waiting for you outside, and I don't want to know about the dirty things between you two."

Her eyes reddened as she spoke, her grievances evident in her words.

It seems that all the grievances accumulated over the years have finally erupted at this moment.

"You..." Fu Shishen suppressed his emotions.

Wen Hua looked up at Fu Shishen and roared at him.

"What about me?" She shook off Fu Shishen's hand, which was trying to grab her. "Fu Shishen, you are the least qualified person in the world to point at me."

"..."

"On our first day of marriage, you left me alone in the mansion to face your mother, saying you had business at the company and had to fly abroad, but it turned out you were looking for her."

"..."

"Five years ago, I had a miscarriage. She called you away with just one phone call, leaving your mother to scold you for not knowing how to restrain yourself and only using seductive tricks to seduce you, fearing that she would lose her position as Mrs. Shen."

"..."

"Not to mention, for all these years, on my birthday, you've always flown to her side early to be with her, your reason being that she has a lot of cooperation with the Fu family and that it's to make me sensible, but you've never thought about my feelings. When I'm sick, you just send me to the hospital hastily. When I want to go out to work, you confine me to the Fu family and make me be a good Mrs. Fu."

"..."

"Fu Shishen, I once truly believed we had a future together, that we could grow old together. Now I realize that it was all just wishful thinking on my part."

……

Wen Hua listed Fu Shishen's crimes one by one.

The mist in Wen Hua's eyes grew thicker and thicker, and the soreness in her nose became more and more pronounced.

She suppressed her emotions, stubbornly refusing to bow down in front of him.

However, she was also gradually widening the distance between herself and Fu Shishen.

His face grew increasingly gloomy.

I never imagined that the gentle woman I once knew would now be screaming at me with such heartbreaking fury.

When Wen Hua first roared in anger, Fu Shishen did waver for a moment.

But his masculine pride was slowly eroding him.

He couldn't accept Wen Hua's attitude towards him.

"Wen Hua, that's enough!" Fu Shishen shouted angrily.

Wen Hua was somewhat surprised.

Fu Shishen swept the things in front of him directly to the ground, making the ground a mess in an instant.

She watched as Fu Shishen walked towards her step by step.

He grabbed his chin with a large hand, pulling so hard it hurt.

"I'm not qualified?" Fu Shishen scoffed. "Don't forget, I'm your husband, your man. If I'm not qualified, then who is? Zhou Yi?"

"Let me go!" Wen Hua's voice was muffled as she was being pinched.

"Dream on!" Fu Shishen remained gloomy.

With another push, Wen Hua was shoved directly onto the sofa.

Wen Hua staggered; given the vast difference in their innate strength, she had no chance to resist.

"I want you to know whether I'm qualified or not." Fu Shishen said each word clearly.

He looked down at Wen Hua, kneeling on the sofa, completely imprisoning her within his sphere of influence, making her unable to move.