Marital problems spiral out of control

The above is Cheng Ming's phone number.

Fu Shishen thought something had happened to Jiang Ruan, so he immediately answered the call.

"Did something happen to Jiang Ruan?" Fu Shishen asked Cheng Ming as soon as he spoke.

He didn't even try to hide it from Wen Hua, and asked her directly to her face.

A hint of self-mockery flickered in Wen Hua's lowered eyes, but her heart was already numb.

Fu Shishen only ever cared about Jiang Ruan.

They are the difference between clouds and mud.

"What did you say?" Fu Shishen's tone was even more shocked.

Wen Hua quietly observed his expression, which was now devoid of any emotion.

She figured that Jiang Ruan must have caused some trouble again, insisting that Fu Shishen go back.

After all, she is an award-winning actress, and her performances in these scenes are completely seamless.

She was no match for Jiang Ruan at all.

Cheng Ming quickly finished speaking on the phone: "In your hospital room, I saw a file folder. I thought it was a company document, but when I opened it, it was your wife's divorce agreement."

Cheng Ming was also astonished when he saw it.

He never expected Wen Hua to take the initiative to file for divorce.

Not only him, but probably everyone would think that Wen Hua would hold on to this marriage to the death and would not back down.

After all, the old man said on his deathbed that as long as Wen Hua was unwilling, Fu Shishen could not get a divorce.

This can be considered the old man's last act of protection for Wen Hua.

Therefore, in their view, even if Jiang Ruan is pregnant, if Wen Hua is unwilling to let go, then Mrs. Shen is still Wen Hua.

Not to mention, Fu Shishen and Wen Hua's marriage is still three months away from its seven-year anniversary.

As a result, Wen Hua was the first to present the divorce agreement.

"How do you think we should handle this?" Cheng Ming asked cautiously after not hearing Fu Shishen's voice for a long time.

Fu Shishen had already hung up the phone.

He looked at Wen Hua with bloodshot eyes.

This was the first time he had been thoroughly humiliated by Wen Hua, leaving him no chance to retaliate.

"Wen Hua, who gave you permission to file for divorce?" Fu Shishen roared, questioning Wen Hua.

"I want a divorce, and I don't need anyone's approval. After all, marriage is a matter of personal freedom now," Wen Hua said calmly, her demeanor growing increasingly serene.

"I disagree, forget about it!" Fu Shishen refused without even thinking.

Fu Shishen didn't even give her a chance to speak, and directly grabbed Wen Hua's neck with his uninjured left hand.

The excessive force made Wen Hua feel suffocated for a moment, and she instinctively grabbed Fu Shishen's hand.

Her face gradually turned pale, but she couldn't break free from the man's hold.

"Wen Hua, are you going to threaten me in such a despicable way? You know about Grandpa's will, yet you want to divorce me now?" Fu Shishen looked at Wen Hua with a gloomy expression.

His grip tightened, and Wen Hua had no doubt that this man really intended to kill her.

"Is this your tactic and trick? Playing hard to get?" Fu Shishen sneered.

Wen Hua's face was pale.

She grabbed Fu Shishen's hand, trying to free herself.

In this entanglement, her hands were also stained with this man's blood.

The air is getting thinner and thinner.

The two were entangled, their clothes disheveled, yet neither was willing to let the other go.

"I'm telling you, you're dreaming! Don't threaten me, give up on that idea." Fu Shishen's emotions were already on the verge of exploding.

The situation gradually spiraled out of control.

Wen Hua's breathing became more and more rapid, and the strength in her hands became lighter and lighter.

Fu Shishen seemed to realize something and suddenly released Wen Hua's hand.

Wen Hua staggered and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

For a long time, she was unable to recover from the suffocating feeling.

Upon seeing this, Fu Shishen frowned and subconsciously began to walk towards her.

He lost control, he knew it perfectly well.

But Wen Hua didn't force himself like that; he wouldn't lose control.

"Slap—" This time, before Fu Shishen could get close, Wen Hua's slap landed heavily on Fu Shishen's face.

Fu Shishen turned his head, his cheek burning with pain.

"Fu Shishen, we've been married for seven years, is this how you think of me?" Wen Hua's words were filled with nothing but despair for Fu Shishen.

Fu Shi looked at Wen Hua with a deep gaze.

The purplish-blue five-finger marks on his face were clearly visible.

It's clear how much effort she used.

"Don't worry, I said I'd leave with nothing, so I won't covet a single penny from your Fu family." Wen Hua made her stance clear, word by word.

"I've always been clear about Grandpa's will. I've signed the divorce agreement, and all you need to do is sign it. I don't want this Mrs. Fu anymore."

"On the day we celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary, after you receive the shares in the Fu family, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for divorce, and then we'll have nothing to do with each other anymore."

"Wen Hua, you—"

"Fu Shishen, you're filthy. Don't think of everyone as so filthy."

Wen Hua roared at Fu Shishen.

Then she pointed to the apartment door and ruthlessly ordered him to leave: "Get out! Get out of my sight, and we'll go our separate ways."

Every word she uttered carried with it both clarity and despair.

Fu Shishen stood there motionless.

He was looking at her.

Seeing this, Wen Hua could no longer hold back and rushed forward to start punching Fu Shishen.

"Get out, please, please get out!"

"Fu Shishen, I'm tired. I don't want to be entangled with you anymore. Just get out of my sight, okay?"

She spoke while crying.

"We're getting a divorce, Fu Shishen. We're getting a divorce, and once we're divorced, we'll have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Wen Hua's emotions were also spiraling out of control.

Fu Shishen was still watching, every word clear: "Wen Hua, I won't allow it! I can't tolerate any mistakes. Forget about it."

Every word pierced through the air, revealing the uncontrolled emotions within.

The apartment fell completely silent.

Wen Hua was panting, and Fu Shishen wasn't in much better shape.

The two of them stared directly into each other's eyes.

Wen Hua didn't give Fu Shishen a chance to speak again, and calmly finished her sentence.

"Fu Shishen, let's get a divorce! We've been married for seven years, and I've never begged you before. But this time, consider it a begging on my part."

Fu Shishen remained standing, looking at her, without responding.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat.

In such a moment of impulse, his right hand, wrapped in gauze, was already badly mutilated.

Fresh blood dripped down his arm and onto the solid wood floor, a shocking sight.

It was probably because the wound ruptured and he lost too much blood that Fu Shishen's strong willpower finally gave way.

He collapsed in front of Wen Hua with a thud.

It knocked over the coffee table next to it.

Wen Hua exclaimed in surprise, "Shi Shen!"

She rushed over.

Almost at the same time, hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

The doctor and Cheng Ming arrived at the same time, and they were both stunned by what they saw.

But they did not hesitate and immediately put Fu Shishen in the ambulance.

The apartment fell completely silent.