Marital problems spiral out of control

Such emotions, accompanied by distortion, made it difficult for Wen Hua to even breathe.

She felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen and grabbed Fu Shishen's hand: "Fu Shishen, my stomach hurts so much..."

Wen Hua's speech became intermittent.

Looking into Wen Hua's eyes, Fu Shishen suddenly felt irritated.

"Wen Hua, it's pointless to use stomach pain as an excuse every time. I asked the doctor, and it stabilizes after 12 weeks. So stop acting, just be yourself." Fu Shishen didn't believe it at all.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Hua was turned around by Fu Shishen and faced away from him.

At the same time, Fu Shishen's phone vibrated.

The phone was right on the bedside table, in Wen Hua's direction, so she could see it clearly.

That was Jiang Ruan's phone call.

Fu Shishen naturally noticed it as well.

Without even thinking, he reached for his phone.

It was a conditioned reflex; he didn't want Jiang Ruan to wait even a second longer, for fear of making her feel wronged.

Wen Hua thought of calling Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen, however, would make her wait again and again.

He would only slowly answer the phone when he remembered that she was still there.

They didn't even let her say another word before impatiently hanging up the phone.

Everything can only be her fault.

It's her immaturity, it's her tendency to be unreasonable.

Switching to ginger is the right thing to do, and it's only natural.

Even when they were in bed, Fu Shishen wouldn't let Jiang Ruan wait a second longer.

Wen Hua felt utterly cold.

I feel humiliated.

Without a second thought, she was determined to break free from this confinement.

She felt like a plaything.

What gives her the right?!

They are getting a divorce.

Why does Fu Shishen have the right to humiliate himself like this?

"Behave yourself." Fu Shishen gripped Wen Hua's waist, firmly controlling her.

A deep, resonant voice, carrying a warning.

The impatience in his eyes was obvious: "I wasn't done. Wait until I finish this call. I've been here with you lately, doesn't she feel wronged? So listen to me, don't pressure me, okay?"

Every word and sentence clearly distinguished Wen Hua from Jiang Ruan.

Wen Hua laughed self-deprecatingly.

However, they are unable to break free from such confinement.

She will always be Wen Hua, who is inferior to others.

Jiang Ruan is the one who is truly cherished.

In fact, she and Fu Shishen are now exceptionally close.

Her gaze fell on Fu Shishen, a hint of vengeful intent flickering in her eyes.

When Fu Shishen answered Jiang Ruan's call in front of her, Wen Hua felt that the few remaining hopes she had held onto these past few days were completely shattered.

She blurted out in an instant, "Jiang Ruan knows you and I are doing this, and you still answer her calls. Won't she break down?"

The gentle words, though spoken softly, sounded exceptionally clear in the tranquil master bedroom.

Instantly, Fu Shishen's expression changed.

His eyes turned gloomy.

Wen Hua's actions were not merely resistance, but a blatant provocation.

She went through every single thing she disliked, without any restraint.

Fu Shishen gave a cold laugh.

Jiang Ruan on the other end of the phone was unaware of what was happening here, and was still speaking in a soft, coquettish tone.

"Shi Shen, could you come earlier tomorrow? I'd like you to help me with my styling." Jiang Ruan asked Fu Shi Shen in a flattering tone.

When provoked by Wen Hua, Fu Shishen's response to Jiang Ruan became much more perfunctory.

He casually hummed in agreement.

Wen Hua took the opportunity to break free from Fu Shishen's confinement.

However, Fu Shishen was faster.

His phone was placed aside, but the call wasn't disconnected.

Jiang Ruan's voice could still be heard intermittently, and this time even Wen Hua could hear it clearly.

Fu Shishen sneered and grabbed Wen Hua back.

If there was still a trace of gentleness left in Fu Shishen before...

Fu Shishen has now become incredibly ruthless.

He pressed Wen Hua directly into the pillow.

Down pillows are supposed to be soft, but now that's become their most vulnerable feature.

"Ugh—" Wen Hua's voice completely disappeared, leaving only a very soft groan.

Almost instinctively, she resisted; she didn't want to suffocate.

But what he received in return was Fu Shishen's deepest punishment.

She struggled, but gradually weakened under this man's coercion.

Even Fu Shishen was listening to Jiang Ruan speak.

"Shi Shen, I'm thinking about what to wear tomorrow. I'm worried about being discovered by reporters and fans that I'm pregnant. Can you give me some advice?"

"By the way, I'll use that sapphire set you gave me before tomorrow. I think it looks especially good with a white dress."

Jiang Ruan didn't mind Fu Shishen's silence and continued to speak softly.

Wen Hua could hear her soft voice through the phone.

Most men would like this soft, gentle Wu dialect.

Because Wen Hua was thinking about Jiang Ruan, she became distracted.

Fu Shishen observed this distraction.

His gaze deepened.

He suddenly grabbed Wen Hua by the hair and lifted her up.

The excessive force caused Wen Hua to scream involuntarily.

But the next moment, she was buried under the pillow again, unable to make a sound.

This kind of torment is like being instantly transported from heaven to hell; it's a suffocating experience.

Jiang Ruan on the other end of the phone also fell silent.

If there was no reaction before, now I can clearly hear it.

That was Wen Hua's voice.

Even in this situation, Jiang Ruan did not lose her temper; her voice, however, was less coquettish and more aggrieved.

"Shi Shen, have I bothered you?" Jiang Ruan bit her lip, her voice becoming slurred.

"No, you say it." Fu Shishen was quite direct.

Wen Hua simply couldn't believe that Fu Shishen could be so shameless.

She still felt a chill run down her spine.

Between suffocation and exhilaration, she experienced both hell and heaven.

"Shi Shen..." Jiang Ruan on the other end of the phone faintly cried.

Fu Shishen was unaware of the current situation.

It's still because Jiang Ruan's crying is annoying.

His tone also became somewhat impatient: "I have a meeting first, we'll talk later."

Then Fu Shishen hung up the phone immediately.

The instant the phone call ended, Wen Hua experienced the agony of teetering on the brink of death.

But Fu Shishen just kept Wen Hua hanging on, neither too high nor too low.

If Wen Hua makes a sound, Fu Shishen will force her down onto the pillow.

When she can't breathe, she will be lifted up.

Over and over again.

They continued until Fu Shishen was completely satisfied.

He then released Wen Hua.

Wen Hua was panting when Fu Shishen lifted her up, and the two were very close together.

"Wen Hua, did you do that on purpose? Did you deliberately let Jiang Ruan hear your voice?" Fu Shishen questioned Wen Hua.

"Fu Shishen, don't you know what you just did? I'm a human, not a robot!" Wen Hua retorted, her face flushed.

How can someone be so shameless?

How can you so shamelessly blame yourself for all the crimes?

These words made Fu Shishen glare at Wen Hua and angrily rebuke her: "Shut up."

It was probably out of embarrassment and anger.

Fu Shishen's rough, hard fingers grabbed Wen Hua's slender wrist.

Every word was a reprimand: "She's unstable. Don't provoke her here. If something happens to her, you know the consequences, huh?"