Marital problems spiral out of control

Fu Shishen noticed Wen Hua as soon as she entered.

His previously furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"Madam." The maid also seemed relieved.

"Clean up the ground and then leave," Wen Hua instructed calmly.

"Yes." The servant did not hesitate.

In less than five minutes, all the mess disappeared.

Wen Hua also walked to Fu Shishen's side.

She changed his dressing silently.

Fu Shishen just frowned and watched, no longer resisting as before, and let Wen Hua change his dressing.

Over the past few days, she has become more skilled and efficient, much more so than when she was clumsy at first.

In no time, Wen Hua had changed the medicine.

The housekeeper immediately tidied up the first-aid kit next to him.

Wen Hua handed the anti-inflammatory medicine and water to Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen looked at Wen Hua and moved his lips as if to command, "Feed me."

Wen Hua got used to it.

She brought the medicine to Fu Shishen's lips.

Because of this action, Fu Shishen's lips inevitably touched Wen Hua's fingers.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became ambiguous.

Without thinking, Wen Hua tried to pull her finger out.

This action instantly caused Fu Shishen's gaze to darken slightly.

The slight discomfort of letting go instantly rises.

"Ah!" Wen Hua exclaimed in surprise.

Fu Shishen grabbed Wen Hua's wrist and dragged her directly to the desk.

The people in the video immediately fell silent.

Then the screen went completely black.

Wen Hua was pinned down in front of the desk by Fu Shishen, whose tall figure leaned down, exuding a sense of oppression.

"No!" Wen Hua said without thinking.

She instinctively covered her lower abdomen with her hand; she was pregnant.

She understood all too well the meaning behind Fu Shishen's gaze.

This has happened several times because of this, and the child has been in danger.

She can't afford another ordeal.

She looked at Fu Shishen with fear, her gaze darting away.

Before she could react, Fu Shishen suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss stung her, a pain that came from deep in her throat.

His back was pressed against the table, twisted and unable to move.

Wen Hua felt like her whole body was being pulled apart; because of her pregnancy, this position was extremely uncomfortable.

She was struggling.

Fu Shishen kissed her even deeper and more fiercely.

Even this kiss carried a hint of punishment.

"Who gave you permission to avoid me?" Fu Shishen asked in a low voice, warning him.

The intermittent conversation gave Wen Hua a moment to catch her breath.

"Wen Hua, you're not allowed to avoid me, or don't blame me for being impolite." Fu Shishen finished speaking in a gloomy tone.

The files on the desktop were swept onto the floor.

Wen Hua's waist was gripped by a powerful force.

Her lips became red, swollen, and painful, and she began to have difficulty breathing.

Because of her distress, her eyes welled up with tears, and she looked at Fu Shishen with a stubborn expression, wanting to cry.

Fu Shishen felt a sudden surge of complex emotions as Wen Hua looked at him.

He let go of Wen Hua, and immediately lost interest.

Wen Hua was freed and immediately got up.

Even though her breathing was still a little labored, she didn't linger for a second and turned to leave the study.

Fu Shishen didn't stop her, but his gaze towards Wen Hua was very deep.

Looking at the computer screen again, he turned the microphone back on: "The meeting will be chaired by Cheng Ming."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shishen stood up and walked out of the study.

When he went downstairs, Fu Shishen found Wen Hua in the kitchen.

Wen Hua is cooking.

For no other reason than that.

She ate very little of the food prepared by the nutritionist; it still didn't suit her taste.

Fu Shishen is a very picky person; no matter how good the chef is, he won't like what they make.

Fu Shishen would at least eat the food that Wen Hua made.

Actually, it's always been like this since they got married.

So whenever Fu Shishen comes back, Wen Hua will cook every meal.

Fu Shishen leaned against the door and looked at her.

Wen Hua could also sense it.

She suppressed her racing heart and found a plausible reason for herself.

She cooks for herself for the sake of her child, not for Fu Shishen.

Besides, she didn't want to have any more arguments with Fu Shishen, since Wen Yin was still in his hands.

With these thoughts in mind, Wen Hua gradually calmed down.

Once Wen Hua had finished cooking, Fu Shishen simply took the food out.

The two sat down and ate quietly.

"I want to see Wen Yin. After so many days, things should be stable by now," Wen Hua suddenly broke the silence and made a request to Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen remained calm: "Wait for the doctor's notification. I've already said, if you go now, it will only lead to cross-infection and won't do him any good. Besides, he's in the ICU, and you can't go in anyway."

"I'd rather watch the monitor," Wen Hua insisted.

These words finally made Fu Shishen look up at Wen Hua.

Wen Hua's eyes showed no sign of backing down.

"Wen Hua, be good." Fu Shishen's words left no room for refusal.

"Fu Shishen, I..." Wen Hua persisted.

But she knew Fu Shishen, which meant that he didn't want to continue talking to her about this matter.

As expected, Fu Shishen stood up.

Wen Hua instantly tensed up.

Almost a conditioned reflex developed over the years, she wanted to hide.

She was afraid that Fu Shishen would harm her.

Even subconsciously, Wen Hua protected her stomach.

Suddenly, Wen Hua froze.

Because Fu Shishen hugged Wen Hua from behind, his jaw rested against her shoulder.

Wen Hua is currently 17 weeks pregnant. Although her lower abdomen is not obvious, you can feel the bulge when you touch it.

She also changed all her clothes into loose maternity wear.

"Relax," Fu Shishen seemed to be coaxing in a low voice.

His large hand naturally covered Wen Hua's hand and placed them together on her stomach.

Even though she was pregnant, Fu Shishen still felt that Wen Hua was too thin when he hugged her.

His brows furrowed instantly.

Wen Hua was completely taken aback by his sudden action.

"It's not that I don't want you to see Wen Yin. It's not appropriate right now. Firstly, Wen Yin's condition is unstable, and secondly, the doctor recently advised that the flu is too severe, so pregnant women should stay home as much as possible, let alone go to the hospital," Fu Shishen explained earnestly.

However, he did not loosen his grip on Wen Hua, and spoke in a very formal and methodical manner.

"You're pregnant now, so I don't really want you to go to the hospital. I'll arrange for you to go there after Wen Yin comes out." He finished speaking quietly.

This attitude is very sincere.

He sincerely rendered Wen Hua speechless.

Wen Hua became increasingly passive.

Fu Shishen didn't say anything, but placed his hands on Wen Hua's belly and asked, "Is your belly big?"

"Hmm." Her thoughts were drawn away by Fu Shishen.

"17 weeks, right?" Fu Shishen suddenly said a time.

Wen Hua was a little surprised; she hadn't expected Fu Shishen to know how many weeks pregnant she was.

Then she quickly calmed down.

Oh.

After all, Jiang Ruan and he were pregnant at the same time, so how could Fu Shishen not know how many weeks pregnant she was?

Even if he doesn't care about himself, he will care about Jiang Ruan.

Just like now.