Marital problems spiral out of control

"Shi Shen..." A soft voice came from inside, it was Jiang Ruan, with a hint of flattery, "You're not back yet? I've already made soup and am waiting for you."

"I'll be right back, something came up. You eat first, and be good." Fu Shishen's voice softened instantly as he coaxed Jiang Ruan.

"Okay," Jiang Ruan replied obediently, then hesitated before calling out, "Shi Shen..."

"Listen to me, if there's anything, wait until I get back to talk to you." Fu Shishen was quite direct.

"Okay," Jiang Ruan replied softly.

Such a sound instantly made Fu Shishen feel relieved.

But looking at Wen Hua in front of him, his expression remained unchanged.

He still looked down at her condescendingly: "Wen Hua, I'm busy and don't have time to waste with you here."

After saying that, Fu Shishen raised his hand, and Cheng Ming quickly stepped forward to pull Wen Hua away.

Then, everyone present heard Wen Hua's soft laughter, tinged with a hint of mockery.

Fu Shishen narrowed his eyes and saw her slender hand land on his coat.

The coat was taken off.

It happened in full view of everyone.

Everyone was shocked.

The bodyguards immediately surrounded Wen Hua, preventing outsiders from peeking in.

Cheng Ming has already cleared the area.

Only Wen Hua didn't care. She glanced indifferently at the coat that had fallen to the ground, without much emotional reaction.

She placed her hand back on the collar of her shirt and began to unbutton it.

But her eyes remained indifferent throughout, showing no emotion whatsoever.

It's as if the more shy I was when I did this, the more indifferent I am now.

Fu Shishen just watched, his gaze growing increasingly somber.

His fist gradually clenched.

I probably never expected that Wen Hua would go to such lengths to ruin herself.

"Wen Hua, are you a slut?" he asked Wen Hua through gritted teeth, suppressing his emotions.

Even Wen Hua could see the bulging veins on Fu Shishen's neck, a sign of anger.

But she looked at him calmly: "Isn't this what you wanted? For me to beg you, to beg you in the most humiliating way possible. I was just doing it."

These words did not make Fu Shishen feel comfortable.

Instead, they were completely enraged.

Without thinking, he reached out and pulled Wen Hua into the car once again.

"Back to the villa," he commanded grimly.

Without hesitation, the driver started the engine and raised the partition, creating a separate space for the back seat.

The car was moving forward smoothly.

Fu Shishen stared intently at Wen Hua.

Wen Hua's clothes were somewhat disheveled.

Her clothes were halfway down, and combined with her face and misty eyes, she exuded a sense of coy reluctance.

The back seat of the car is very spacious.

When she was pulled up, she was still kneeling in the car.

"What, now you know how to back down?" Fu Shishen sneered and reached out to pinch Wen Hua's chin.

Without any relief, the excessive force came and instantly made her feel a stinging pain.

It looked like he was about to crush his jawbone.

Wen Hua didn't beg for mercy; she just watched quietly.

Even though she was already drenched in sweat.

"Please, don't take away Mom's house." Her voice was low and somewhat muffled, but she made her meaning clear.

"What do you have to offer me?" Fu Shishen looked down at her, without letting go of her.

She looked at him passively, her eyes welling up with tears: "As long as you don't take away Mom's house."

She knelt there, her eyes filled with stubbornness and arrogance.

Gone are the initial compromises, affections, and adorations she once felt for Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen's displeasure was exacerbated by Wen Hua's attitude.

"Wen Hua, show some sincerity and try to make me happy, huh?" Fu Shishen sneered.

He suddenly released his grip.

Wen Hua staggered slightly, but she remained kneeling.

After all, the interior space of the car is only so big.

She wanted to struggle, but had nowhere to go.

Fu Shishen, like an emperor, rested his hands on the back of the leather seat, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking sharply at Wen Hua.

He wanted to know just how far Wen Hua was capable.

Then, he saw Wen Hua's slender fingers rest on it.

Soon, the sound of metal clashing filled the air.

Fu Shishen's Adam's apple bobbed.

He saw Wen Hua lower her head, and the air inside the car seemed to freeze, as if time had stopped.

Gradually, Fu Shishen's hands clenched into fists.

He never imagined that Wen Hua would go to such lengths.

Even though they had been married for seven years, he always had to force Wen Hua before she would reluctantly give in.

Instead of the way it is now.

So what is he? He doesn't seem to be as important to Wen Hua as she thinks.

Wen Hua will not compromise for herself, but she will lower herself for someone else.

Do the thing she least wants to do.

"Please, don't take my mother's house away." Wen Hua's voice was muffled, and her eyes were pleading.

The next moment, Fu Shishen pulled Wen Hua up.

She was pinned to the seat with her hands behind her back, watching the scenery rushing past the rear window.

Fu Shishen covered him completely.

"Wen Hua, do you know what you look like?" he asked darkly, his hand gripping her waist.

Wen Hua did not respond.

"You bastard!" he said, enunciating each word clearly.

Wen Hua felt numb.

She was numb to Fu Shishen's humiliating words.

She didn't even put up a fight.

The more this happened, the less Fu Shishen wanted to let Wen Hua go.

He wanted to torture Wen Hua, to see her cry and beg for mercy.

This mindset led him to become increasingly ruthless.

Wen Hua's face turned deathly pale instantly; the pain shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

"No, no..." she said in terror.

She was afraid something would happen to the child.

Fu Shishen was too rude.

Without thinking, Wen Hua turned to look at Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen only felt annoyed, annoyed by Wen Hua's gaze.

He lowered his head and kissed Wen Hua directly, completely silencing her.

The limited space inside the car prevented Wen Hua from moving around.

The car had somehow ended up parked in the villa's parking space, and the driver had already gotten out.

They were the only ones left in the quiet surroundings.

Wen Hua continued until she had no strength left, the pain turning her face deathly pale.

He didn't let Wen Hua go until Fu Shishen had had his fill.

"Fu Shishen, can you please not take away Mom's house now?" Wen Hua looked at him weakly, still asking the same question.

For a moment, this face made his heart ache.

But it was only for a moment.

He grabbed Wen Hua's chin again: "You think this is enough? Wen Hua, I just want to tell you, the way you are is really disappointing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shishen got out of the car without even looking at Wen Hua.

Ignoring her disheveled state, Wen Hua chased after him without a second thought.

She grabbed Fu Shishen's hand: "Fu Shishen, I've done what you asked me to do. Give my mother's house back to me, and I'll find a way to pay back the money I owe you."

"What did you call me?" Fu Shishen turned around and looked at Wen Hua with a gloomy expression.

In the past, Wen Hua would only gently call herself "Shi Shen, Shi Shen," instead of calling herself by her full name like she does now.

"Fu Shishen," Wen Hua repeated.