Marital problems spiral out of control

Wen Hua's expression changed repeatedly.

They had been married for seven years, after all, and she knew all too well what he was about to do.

She neither wanted to nor could she.

She was afraid of hurting the baby in her womb.

The nightmare from before kept lingering in her mind.

But Fu Shishen seemed to be torturing Wen Hua with a slow, agonizing torture. Wen Hua couldn't move and could only watch as he unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time.

A well-defined chest is exposed to the air.

The tie was ripped off and used to tie Wen Hua's struggling hands.

"Fu Shishen, let me go, let me go!" She struggled and twisted frantically.

Fu Shishen lowered his head, pressing down on her, and sneered, "Do you know what you are like? You're someone who schemes and tries every means to get my attention."

"What makes you think you can compare to Jiang Ruan? She graduated from a prestigious university and is a Grand Slam Best Actress winner. And you? You dropped out of university. If it weren't for your grandfather wanting to marry you off to bring good luck, do you think you could have married into the Fu family?"

"..."

"You just want me to look at you one more time, what are you being so dramatic about? I'm just granting your wish."

Fu Shishen's words became harsh and vicious.

In an instant, the large hand took control of everything, and Wen Hua felt a cool touch on her skin, raising goosebumps.

Sexual intercourse between the couple is no longer pleasurable, but painful.

In the past, Fu Shishen would also coax her, saying that he would only take advantage of her once she had adapted.

Fu Shishen now treats her entirely as a tool for venting his frustrations, because Jiang Ruan is pregnant and cannot engage in strenuous exercise.

Wen Hua was being pinned down, but she was still desperately resisting.

She didn't want to; she felt disgusted.

"What are you pretending for! You're just spoiling my fun." Fu Shishen still didn't let Wen Hua off the hook.

Wen Hua's eyes welled up with tears, which slid down her cheeks.

It is helplessness, it is sorrow, and it is a kind of despair of being forced into a corner.

She struggled desperately, ignoring the bloody marks her wrists were left by her tie.

Fu Shishen, being in a superior position, completely disregarded her struggles and did as he pleased.

Wen Hua could sense Fu Shishen's domineering nature.

Her stomach started to cramp.

Almost instinctively, Wen Hua used all her strength to free her hand from inside the tie.

"Fu Shishen, you bastard!" Wen Hua roared.

A sound came from the air.

The slap landed heavily on Fu Shishen's face.

She had never used so much force before; all her resentment and dissatisfaction were vented in that slap.

She watched as his face was slapped aside.

Clear five-finger marks appeared on the skin.

Fu Shishen was ultimately injured, and his right hand was weak.

With her force, Fu Shishen fell off the sofa and crashed directly into the coffee table next to him.

The old-fashioned coffee table had sharp edges, and in an instant, blood gushed out from the gauze on his right hand.

Fu Shishen's wound reopened, causing excruciating pain.

But he ignored her and just stared at Wen Hua, probably also shocked by the slap.

Wen Hua remained calm and didn't even step forward, instead breathing heavily in place.

Fu Shishen's brows furrowed completely.

In the past, Wen Hua would have run over crying long ago.

She now seems like a stranger, incredibly cold.

Wen Hua even picked up her phone and made a call to the hospital in front of Fu Shishen.

"Hello, I'm Wen Hua. Mr. Fu is currently in my apartment. Please send someone over; his wound has reopened." Every word she spoke was cold and ruthless.

She didn't even wait for the doctor's reply before hanging up the phone after giving her address.

Then, Wen Hua stood there quietly watching Fu Shishen.

Whether it was from feeling wronged or something else, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her face.

Fu Shishen's blood had already stained the floor.

The stench of blood assaulted her senses, making her feel nauseous.

She covered her mouth to prevent herself from spitting out a sound.

Fu Shishen also recovered from his previous shock.

He didn't care about his open wound at all, and just stood there supporting himself with his left hand.

He walked towards Wen Hua step by step.

Wen Hua's heart was beating faster and faster, and she subconsciously stepped back.

"Get out! Get out of my house!" Wen Hua roared.

Fu Shishen's gaze remained sharp as he looked at Wen Hua.

Blood dripped from his arm, and his face grew increasingly pale.

But that didn't stop him.

Fu Shishen stood in front of Wen Hua as she was pressed against the wall.

"Fu Shishen, get out! Get out of here!" Wen Hua screamed at Fu Shishen with heartbreaking cries.

"Wen Hua." When Fu Shishen finally spoke, his tone was cold.

Wen Hua quieted down, and their eyes met in mid-air.

"Have you suffered a lot of grievances during your years in the Fu family?" Fu Shishen questioned Wen Hua.

Wen Hua did not respond.

"The Fu family hasn't mistreated you. They've given you a luxurious life. All you need to do is play the role of Mrs. Shen and take good care of Grandpa. From the beginning of our marriage, you should have known very well that you couldn't get anything from me. So, why are you making things difficult for me now?"

Fu Shishen continued his aggressive press: "To me, you're nothing more than a tool, so what else do you expect? My love?"

In the end, Fu Shishen let out a cold laugh.

Wen Hua's heart was chilled to the bone.

Yes, she shouldn't have expected Fu Shishen's love.

She shouldn't have thought that she could warm Fu Shishen's heart.

She was too naive to have such unrealistic fantasies.

"Wen Hua, don't force me." Fu Shishen finished speaking, word by word.

These words are a warning to Wen Hua.

"Be a good Mrs. Shen and don't push your luck any further." The closer it got to the end, the colder Fu Shishen became.

Wen Hua didn't move at all, just staring at Fu Shishen.

For the first time, Fu Shishen couldn't read Wen Hua's thoughts in her eyes.

"Fu Shishen." After a long silence, Wen Hua's voice came indifferently, "Are you finished? May I speak now?"

Fu Shishen remained expressionless, but the next moment he also relaxed his grip on Wen Hua.

Her tongue was trembling, but she still looked at him and clearly told him the words that had been weighing on her heart for so long.

"Yes, our marriage was a ridiculous farce from the start. I was just a tool for the Fu family. I shouldn't have asked for too much. Now I understand."

Wen Hua took a deep breath before continuing, "Fu Shishen, let's get a divorce."

Fu Shishen's expression changed instantly: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"I said, let's get a divorce!" Wen Hua said each word clearly, without any hint of joking.

Her red lips trembled slightly; once she said it, some words became less difficult to utter.

"I've already drafted and signed the divorce agreement. Don't worry, I don't want any of the Fu family's assets; I'll leave with nothing."

She continued speaking without pausing for a moment: "The agreement is already in place..."

But this time, Wen Hua didn't speak; instead, Fu Shishen's phone vibrated.