Marital problems spiral out of control

Fu Shishen lowered his eyes, concealing his emotions well.

At least on the surface, he wouldn't embarrass Jiang Ruan in any way.

But her repeated reminders of these things only annoyed him.

It seemed to be implying something.

Suddenly, he lost his patience: "I'm a bit busy right now, let's talk later."

Fu Shishen's words became stiff.

How could someone as intelligent as Jiang Ruan not sense this person's impatience?

She immediately said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you at this time. You should go ahead with your work."

"Mm." Seeing that Jiang Ruan was sensible, Fu Shishen nodded with relief.

Then Jiang Ruan hung up the phone on her own initiative.

Fu Shishen casually placed his phone aside.

He stared coldly at Wen Hua, questioning her: "Are you satisfied now? As you wished, I won't go looking for Ruan Ruan, so you'd better behave yourself and fulfill your promise."

Wen Hua was an accident.

After all, she knew better than anyone how important Jiang Ruan was to Fu Shishen.

This person never makes an exception; between Jiang Ruan and himself, he will only choose Jiang Ruan.

But this time—

But soon, she lowered her head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Because Wen Hua wouldn't naively believe that Fu Shishen made that choice because of her.

It was because of the child in her womb.

This is the ultimate trump card.

If you don't love, you'll never love.

That's good. She doesn't need to worry about Fu Shishen stabbing her again at any time. She can calm down and handle everything.

"I will do what I promise." Wen Hua looked at him and answered calmly. "I'm tired now and want to rest."

After speaking, Wen Hua walked towards the master bedroom.

It's really tiring.

Every time I spoke to Fu Shishen, it felt like I was using up all my strength.

Such an exchange of conditions is not a compromise, but the best solution after weighing the pros and cons.

She was afraid she might make a wrong move, and she couldn't afford to gamble.

Fu Shishen watched Wen Hua walk towards the master bedroom and followed her with a sullen face.

Wen Hua knew this, but didn't stop her.

Her heart was racing, and she wondered why Fu Shishen had suddenly followed her into the master bedroom.

Even the moment she pushed open the door, her palms were sweaty.

However, Fu Shishen behind him did not react at all.

But only he knew that his gaze was always fixed on Wen Hua.

Despite being pregnant, Wen Hua's figure remained very slender.

Her hair was pulled back, making her look even more gentle.

For some reason, Fu Shishen felt seduced by Wen Hua's appearance.

What comes to mind is that radiant, bare face under the lights at my birthday party.

His smile is flamboyant and confident.

That's a kind of seduction.

It instantly shattered Fu Shishen's composure.

"Ah..." Wen Hua exclaimed in surprise.

Fu Shishen's gaze was deep, filled only with desire.

Wen Hua was pushed onto the bed by him.

The sudden force left her staggering and unable to get up.

Fu Shishen forcefully grabbed Wen Hua's waist, giving her no chance to break free.

They looked down on her and confined her to an extremely cramped space.

The two were standing very close together.

"Fu Shishen, what are you doing!" Wen Hua asked him nervously.

Her slender, pale hand rested against Fu Shishen's chest, showing no compromise, only resistance and stubbornness.

Almost the instant the words were spoken, Wen Hua began to struggle and resist.

She wanted to break free from this confinement.

Having been married for seven years, she knew all too well why Fu Shishen was acting this way.

He wants it!

But she refused!

She didn't want to be entangled with Fu Shishen any longer, in any way.

"What are you doing?" Fu Shishen sneered.

He tightened his grip on her waist, but considering Wen Hua's pregnancy, he didn't use too much force.

The man's sinister gaze fell upon Wen Hua's brows and eyes.

His thin, cool lips were almost touching her ear.

Wen Hua felt no joy, only fear.

The two were locked in a stalemate.

It was as if the atmosphere, which had been so hard to ease, had completely spiraled out of control in the next second.

"Wen Hua, if you're leaving me here, then you'd better be prepared. Do you think I'm a monk or a saint? Someone you need to solve your own problems?" Fu Shishen asked coldly and ruthlessly.

Wen Hua's expression changed: "Fu Shishen, I'm pregnant... the doctor said..."

"The doctor said that it's okay after 12 weeks as long as it's not too extreme," Fu Shishen interrupted Wen Hua.

He didn't even give Wen Hua a chance to speak after he finished speaking.

Wen Hua watched as Fu Shishen pulled his handkerchief from his collar and used it to cover Wen Hua's mouth.

She could only babble incoherently.

His hands were being held by Fu Shishen.

She watched as Fu Shishen slowly took off his tie and tied his hands directly to the headboard.

Fu Shishen remained silent throughout the entire process.

All that remained was the sound of Adam's apple bobbing and the man's heavy breathing.

Then, she was exhausted by Fu Shishen's torment.

But gradually, Wen Hua also discovered the unexpected.

It seems that even within this coercion, there is an unexpected, almost imperceptible, gentleness.

When she was in pain, Fu Shishen would support Wen Hua's belly.

While she was writhing in pain, Fu Shishen was kissing her belly in a gesture of worship.

Wen Hua couldn't distinguish between these emotions.

It's like being thrown from heaven to hell, and through redemption and struggle, returning to heaven.

After a while, she couldn't tell who was in control of whom anymore.

Subconscious stubbornness kept Wen Hua from making a decision.

"Relax, or I can't guarantee I won't make it hurt more." Fu Shishen said in a low voice, each word clear and distinct.

Then--

It was a woman's scream, accompanied by a man's domineering posture.

The combination of these elements created a tense and irrational atmosphere in the master bedroom.

In the end, Wen Hua had no strength left.

She didn't even know when her hands were freed.

Her hands hung limply at the edge of the bed.

Fresh air was poured into the mouth.

But the next second, he was kissed deeply by Fu Shishen.

When they came to their senses, the entire room was filled with their madness and recklessness.

Wen Hua's mind completely stopped working.

All that remained in her ears was Fu Shishen's voice, deep and resonant: "Huahua, Huahua—"

Wen Hua's pupils were filled with complex emotions.

But the moment all the fireworks faded, she quickly pushed Fu Shishen away.

Fu Shishen just watched without saying anything.

Wen Hua lost her balance and staggered towards the restroom, protecting herself.

This time, Fu Shishen did not come in.

He went next door to tidy himself up.

But the image of Wen Hua remained in his mind, and the flowing water could not calm him down.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath.

His fist slammed into the tempered glass, shattering it and leaving bloodstains on his skin.

Fu Shishen didn't care.

The blood mixed with warm water made his complexion appear normal.

How could he possibly be controlled by Wen Hua?

dream.