Marital problems spiral out of control

Fu Shishen understood what Jiang Ruan meant.

He thought he would agree without hesitation.

After all, he could never bear to see Jiang Ruan suffer.

But at this moment, he found himself hesitating.

"Shi Shen, were you very busy that day?" Jiang Ruan looked at Fu Shi Shen with a wronged expression, and even came up with a reason.

But the next second, she was about to burst into tears: "You're here every year. If you don't come, given the current situation, I'm afraid the public opinion will get out of control."

As she spoke, Jiang Ruan grabbed Fu Shishen's hand, her expression already pleading.

"Shi Shen, I don't need you to be there the whole time, but at least show up for a moment, okay?" She bit her lip, looking at Fu Shi Shen with a pitiful expression.

Having known each other for so many years, how could Fu Shishen not understand Jiang Ruan?

We will not give up until we achieve our goal.

Besides, he did feel guilty towards Jiang Ruan.

So even though Fu Shishen was impatient, he wanted to appease Jiang Ruan and prevent any further trouble at this critical juncture.

He agreed.

"I will come," Fu Shishen said succinctly.

One sentence seemed to instantly make Jiang Ruan happy.

She kissed Fu Shishen and said, "Shishen, thank you. I really love you so much."

"Sweetie, get some rest. Don't overwork yourself lately. The doctor said you can't overexert yourself." Fu Shishen pulled Jiang Ruan away and coaxed her softly.

"Okay." Jiang Ruan nodded.

Fu Shishen didn't linger at her place.

Jiang Ruan has achieved her goal and will no longer bother Fu Shishen.

Besides, she had arranged for reporters to be stationed downstairs at her apartment building, so the reporters would naturally expose Fu Shishen's comings and goings from her apartment.

Jiang Ruan lowered her eyes, indicating that she was confident.

She'd waited ten years; how could she possibly allow an accident to happen?

How could we possibly hand over Fu Shishen to someone else?

dream!

……

Inside the villa, Wen Hua was cooking noodles.

No matter how much the online discussion became, she remained uninvolved.

Because she knew she was truly numb.

However, being repeatedly manipulated by Fu Shishen, that unpleasant feeling lingered.

So she simply came downstairs and cooked herself some noodles. At least she had something to do, and in that situation, she could avoid overthinking.

She was afraid that her mind would be in turmoil.

Soon, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.

She didn't have a good appetite, so she made a simple tomato noodle soup.

She put the braised meat in a bowl after it was cooked, and the water on the side was boiling, so she prepared to cook noodles.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind Wen Hua.

She paused for a moment, knowing without turning around that it was Fu Shishen.

After seven years of marriage, she could easily recognize even Fu Shishen's footsteps.

You can even tell his current mood just by the sound of his footsteps.

"What are you doing?" Soon, Fu Shishen's deep, magnetic voice came.

Wen Hua paused for a moment, unsure whether he did it on purpose or by coincidence.

She could even sense that Fu Shishen was holding her close in his arms.

Because the man's hands were barely resting on the edge of the rock slab, and she was right in the middle.

Through the kitchen window, she could see the two of them.

Wen Hua suddenly fell silent.

This is a scene she has looked forward to countless times during her seven-year marriage.

She was cooking when her husband hugged her from behind, and she found the scene very sweet.

Only then can there be sweetness between husband and wife.

However, Fu Shishen had never done that before.

He always looked at himself with indifference and impatience.

He probably only has patience in bed.

Now, Wen Hua knew very well that Fu Shishen's tenderness was simply because of the child in her womb.

She lowered her head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

But she quickly composed herself and calmly replied, "Cook noodles."

"Why not have the servants do it?" Fu Shishen asked casually.

His hand remained on the rock slab, his brows slightly furrowed.

"I don't have much of an appetite. I'm used to eating what I make myself." Wen Hua answered the question directly, not wanting to say a single unnecessary word.

The atmosphere was somewhat passive and awkward.

Wen Hua didn't even look at Fu Shishen the entire time.

Fu Shishen couldn't possibly be unaware that she was unhappy.

But outwardly, he softened his tone: "You didn't make it for me?"

Because he knew better than anyone that Wen Hua's condition was also unstable, and that she needed to be comforted.

They coaxed her to give birth to the child safely.

Therefore, Fu Shishen could tolerate this little temper tantrum.

As long as Wen Hua is obedient.

Fu Shishen felt that if he lowered his stance, Wen Hua would easily cling to him.

As a result, Wen Hua simply looked calmly at Fu Shishen.

Her eyes were calm and expressionless, devoid of any emotion.

"Didn't Jiang Ruan cook for you? Did she let you come back hungry? That's really wrong." Wen Hua said indifferently.

Such words are filled with sarcasm.

Fu Shishen's expression changed.

The previous gentleness collapsed in an instant.

He discovered that Wen Hua knew exactly how to provoke him.

Moreover, they were taking advantage of my kindness and provoking me.

Fu Shishen's gaze gradually turned cold as he looked down at Wen Hua.

Wen Hua didn't want to pay attention.

"Wen Hua, I've said everything I could to appease her, and I've even tried to coax her into staying home. You wanted me to stay, and I did. But what have you done? You're still being so aggressive." Fu Shishen lost his patience and began to berate Wen Hua.

Wen Hua had long since become numb.

She couldn't even feel whether she was crying or whether her heart was bleeding.

"Speak! What exactly did Jiang Ruan do to make things difficult for you and give me such a hard time? Is it because she's pregnant? I've already said, she won't compete with you for the position of Mrs. Fu!"

"..."

"Wen Hua, that's enough of the commotion. It's pointless to keep going like this."

Fu Shishen's voice grew louder and louder.

The kitchen wasn't cramped, but it was filled with his roars.

They all came because of Wen Hua.

Only after he finished speaking did Wen Hua numbly say, "I have nothing to say, and I don't want to argue with you."

After saying that, Wen Hua turned around.

The noodles in the pot were boiling, and she was about to turn off the heat.

Even now, she still remembers that Fu Shishen doesn't like noodles that are too soft; he prefers firm noodles.

So her cooking time is still to the point that Fu Shishen likes.

Seven years have passed, and many things are truly deeply ingrained.

Wen Hua was annoyed, but she couldn't do anything about this conditioned reflex.

She silently decided to extend the cooking time for the noodles.

Wen Hua's attitude thoroughly enraged Fu Shishen.

"Wen Hua, say something!" Fu Shishen grabbed Wen Hua's wrist and pulled her in front of him.

But because of this movement, Wen Hua's hand touched the wooden handle.

A pot of water used for cooking noodles was poured out, and Wen Hua screamed instinctively.

Fu Shishen's expression changed upon seeing this scene.

Almost reflexively, he pulled Wen Hua into his arms.

Because the water was directed at Wen Hua's stomach.