Marital problems spiral out of control

Before Wen Hua could even react, she heard him let out a muffled hiss.

Then she saw that the scalding hot water used to cook noodles had been splashed directly onto Fu Shishen's arm.

Long, slender forearms were exposed to the air.

The sleeves of his shirt were already rolled up to his elbows the moment he entered the room.

The moment the scalding hot water was poured over him, Fu Shishen's arm was instantly burned and turned red.

It formed a stark contrast with the pale skin beside her.

The pot fell to the ground.

A loud bang was heard.

Fu Shishen's arm quickly developed blisters, which shows how badly it was treated.

Even if it weren't Wen Hua who was burned, she could easily feel that kind of pain.

"Shi Shen!" Wen Hua blurted out, calling his name.

Then she struggled free.

Fu Shishen released Wen Hua's hand because of the pain.

The butler and servants heard the commotion and immediately came over.

Upon seeing this scene, the butler's expression changed.

"Notify the doctor immediately," Wen Hua calmly instructed.

The housekeeper nodded and turned to call the doctor.

Wen Hua frowned as she looked at Fu Shishen's arm, then immediately turned around to get ice from the refrigerator and applied it to his arm.

"Go sit on the sofa, I'll find some burn ointment to treat it first." Her tone was still urgent.

"Okay," Fu Shishen replied calmly.

His gaze fell on Wen Hua.

Wen Hua had already headed towards the living room to find the first-aid kit.

Wen Hua usually keeps these things in a neat and tidy manner.

He could see in her eyes that Wen Hua cared about him, not just outwardly indifferent.

This slightly dispelled Fu Shishen's displeasure.

He knew Wen Hua had softened her heart.

Therefore, for him, victory was assured.

Fu Shishen sat on the sofa.

The sofa was low, making it inconvenient for Wen Hua to apply the medicine while sitting, so she knelt on the side.

She took out burn ointment from the first-aid kit and gently applied it to Fu Shishen's wound.

"Wen Hua, be good, just like before." Seeing this, Fu Shishen's voice softened as well.

His uninjured hand pinched her chin.

Wen Hua was unsure whether she was frightened or something else.

Her eyes were wet, misty with tears.

She seemed a little aggrieved, but her eyes held an even stronger stubbornness.

"Don't cause me any trouble. I guarantee no one can take your place as Mrs. Fu." His voice was a few decibels deeper, but it lacked the arrogance and fury of before.

Wen Hua just looked at him quietly.

However, she did not respond to Fu Shishen's words immediately.

"Madam, the doctor has arrived." The butler rushed in.

The doctor, with a serious expression, was walking towards Fu Shishen.

Wen Hua took the opportunity to get up.

Fu Shishen watched intently but didn't stop them.

The doctor has already stepped forward to check on Fu Shishen's condition.

"How did it get so serious? If you keep splashing it like that, it's hard to guarantee that this skin won't be intact. If it gets infected, you'll have to go to the hospital for surgery tomorrow." The doctor's tone was urgent and stern.

Although Wen Hua took emergency measures.

But it was still a terrible sight.

Her pale skin turned red, blistered, and began to ooze pus.

"How can you be so careless as a wife?" The doctor shook his head and couldn't help but say a few words to Wen Hua.

Fu Shishen remained silent throughout the entire process.

He knew that the doctor's words would make Wen Hua nervous, guilty, and blame herself for the incident.

After a while, Wen Hua will be back under my control.

Fu Shishen's life, spanning so many years, absolutely cannot be allowed to spiral out of control.

As the doctor spoke, Wen Hua stood awkwardly in place, biting her lip.

She couldn't refute it for a while.

"The skin on your arm is very thin. If this continues, the flesh underneath will be burned as well. I can only treat it temporarily for now, changing the dressing three times a day. If it doesn't improve within three days, you need to come to the hospital immediately. Don't do anything with this hand for the next three days," the doctor instructed, frowning.

"I understand," Wen Hua replied.

The doctor didn't say anything then, and bent down to change Fu Shishen's dressing.

Wen Hua stood by the side the whole time, assisting the doctor.

It took the doctors a long time to treat the large area of ​​ulceration.

While the doctor was bandaging her, Wen Hua was studying.

Seeing this, the doctor patiently taught Wen Hua until she learned it.

Incidentally, the doctor gave me some anti-inflammatory medication before I got up to leave.

The housekeeper escorted the doctor to the door.

Wen Hua stood there, feeling increasingly uneasy, because Fu Shishen was staring at her intently.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would turn out like this," Wen Hua said, bowing her head in apology.

This whole thing started because of me.

Although it wasn't her direct cause, she was still an indirect culprit.

In addition, Fu Shishen was also doing it for himself.

"Have the housekeeper reheat the noodles," Fu Shishen said calmly.

As he spoke, he was about to get up.

Wen Hua looked at Fu Shishen nervously: "The doctor said that you..."

"Are you worried about me?" he suddenly asked.

Wen Hua twisted her body and subconsciously stepped back, feeling the disheveled state he had described.

This expression instantly put Fu Shishen in a better mood.

He grabbed Wen Hua with his uninjured hand.

Whether it was lingering fear or a case of being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of ropes for ten years, Wen Hua did not dare to resist and passively sat down next to Fu Shishen.

"Wen Hua, stop arguing. You also want the child to be alright, right?" Fu Shishen grabbed Wen Hua's weak spot and pinched her.

Wen Hua did not respond.

"I promise you, nothing will affect you. You don't need to overthink things. Just give birth to the child peacefully. After all, you are the child's mother, and no one can change that." Fu Shishen's words were realistic, but also cruel.

Wen Hua remained silent.

Fu Shishen didn't seem to mind at all and just sat there.

The TV was playing a variety show that Wen Hua usually liked to watch.

This kind of program is what Fu Shishen hates the most.

But now, this person is sitting on the sofa, as if keeping him company.

Wen Hua's thoughts were becoming somewhat unsettled.

Wen Hua had imagined this scene countless times before, but she knew very well that it was just a pipe dream.

But now, it has been achieved in such an environment.

Just then, the housekeeper also prepared the noodles again, using the same tomato and egg braising sauce that Wen Hua had made before.

"Mr. Zhou, Madam, the noodles are ready." The butler said respectfully.

Fu Shishen hummed in agreement and stood up.

He didn't wait for Wen Hua.

Wen Hua didn't hesitate and quietly followed.

The kitchen had already been cleaned up.

The two ate quietly in the restaurant.

Neither of them initiated a conversation with the other.

Fu Shishen did not leave that day either.

In the days that followed, Fu Shishen continued to stay with Wen Hua.

Although they're not inseparable, it's much better than their previous indifference.

Occasionally, they would chat.

Fu Shishen would not mention Jiang Ruan, but he would talk to Wen Hua about topics she liked.