Marital problems spiral out of control

Over the next period of time, Wen Hua could sense the changes in Fu Shishen.

Compromises made in exchange for equity.

Fu Shishen really didn't go to see Jiang Ruan. Apart from going to work, he spent almost all his time with Wen Hua.

The atmosphere wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.

Wen Hua is very bland.

Fu Shishen didn't know if it was because of Wen Hua's indifference or some other reason, but he would twist his behavior and treat Wen Hua even better.

This forced Wen Hua to face the current situation.

However, in his overly distorted emotions, Fu Shishen suddenly realizes that he cares too much about Wen Hua's reaction.

He will then pull himself back from that perspective.

He began to treat Wen Hua coldly.

Under this extremely distorted mindset, Wen Hua felt that sooner or later either she or Fu Shishen would go insane.

They were both waiting for a moment to erupt.

But this superficial victory did not really put Wen Hua at ease.

She remained tense.

While Fu Shishen was at the company, she had a chance to contact Zhou Yi.

When Zhou Yi received Wen Hua's call, his tone was also anxious: "Huahua, are you alright? I know my grandfather went to see you, but you don't need to worry about it. Ultimately, I have no connection with the Yu family. At worst, I can just sever ties with them."

Zhou Yi spoke directly because he wanted to reassure Wen Hua.

Wen Hua remained calm: "Fine, you're severing ties with the Yu family, but have you considered your mother? She's innocent."

One sentence was enough to quiet Zhou Yi down.

Zhou Yi was raised by his mother from a young age, and even after his mother married into the Yu family, she could have easily abandoned Zhou Yi.

But she still insisted on keeping Zhou Yi by her side, and even demanded that the Yu family treat Zhou Yi as if he were a member of the Yu family.

Therefore, under such circumstances, Zhou Yi could act recklessly, but he could not disregard his mother.

"So, you still have to consider the Yu family," Wen Hua said quietly.

"I know," Zhou Yi replied, "but it won't affect my visa application for you. Once you and Fu Shishen are divorced, this matter won't be mentioned again. You don't need to worry about your work; I'll handle it. If there are any problems, we can stay in touch."

"Okay." Wen Hua nodded.

Zhou Yi suddenly fell silent, and Wen Hua asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"Shen Jue is back," Zhou Yi said.

One sentence silenced Wen Hua as well.

Wen Hua certainly knew Shen Jue.

Initially, their company was founded by a trio of people: Wen Hua, Zhou Yi, and Shen Jue.

Zhou Yi stood in the middle, while Shen Jue liked Wen Hua.

Wen Hua, however, is in love with Fu Shishen.

So when Wen Hua gave up all her achievements and insisted on marrying Fu Shishen, Shen Jue severed ties with the company.

But the equity remains.

So if Shen Jue wants to come back, no one can stop him.

"He came back because of you." Zhou Yi was also very direct. "He probably didn't want to miss out again. He met with me once and then went to Jiangzhou. I couldn't stop him. If I could have stopped him, I wouldn't have let him leave the team back then."

Wen Hua became even quieter.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jue came to Jiangzhou.

In such chaotic times, every additional person adds to the chaos.

But she couldn't stop it.

"Shen Jue will only listen to you," Zhou Yi sighed. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. It's Shen Jue's side that's more troublesome."

After a long pause, Wen Hua finally replied, "Okay, I understand. I'll wait for him to contact me."

Zhou Yi hummed in agreement before changing the subject: "I checked the visa progress, it should take about two or three months, work visas take longer."

"Okay." Wen Hua nodded.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Hua heard a commotion outside.

She hung up the phone.

Then Fu Shishen walked in.

Wen Hua appeared calm, and Fu Shishen naturally noticed her hanging up the phone, but he didn't point it out.

He calmly walked up to Wen Hua.

Wen Hua looked up and calmly stared at Fu Shishen.

"The housekeeper said you don't eat snacks much. Is it because they don't suit your taste?" Fu Shishen asked Wen Hua casually.

There wasn't much emotion involved; it was just a matter-of-fact inquiry.

"If you don't like him, just kick him out and find someone else." Fu Shishen said this cruelly and directly.

Wen Hua frowned slightly: "I just don't have a good appetite, so I don't really want to eat."

Fu Shishen looked at Wen Hua, and Wen Hua did not flinch.

But she couldn't discern Fu Shishen's emotions in his pitch-black pupils.

Yet, I felt a vague sense of unease.

Then Wen Hua saw the housekeeper come in with the chef and nutritionist.

"Madam, here's your snack." The butler said respectfully.

Wen Hua looked down.

The best ingredients and the most perfect cooking skills make the food both visually appealing and delicious.

She just really had no appetite.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Fu Shishen suddenly bent down and held the spoon to Wen Hua's lips.

The aroma of chicken soup wafted over.

Wen Hua felt a little nauseous.

I don't know if it's because of the inspirational quote or because of Fu Shishen's actions.

She turned her head away, refusing to look at the chicken soup.

"Huahua, you're making my son go hungry," Fu Shishen said calmly.

The words were intimate, but every sentence carried a danger; the voice was lowered, as if he was pressuring Wen Hua.

Wen Hua knew that Fu Shishen didn't have much patience.

These days, his kindness towards me has been superficial.

But if he goes too far, he will find new ways to torment himself.

Wen Hua felt she was going to go crazy sooner or later.

She didn't want to get entangled with Fu Shishen, so she lowered her head and drank.

One bite, two bites...

Fu Shishen patiently fed him.

The people around dared not breathe and just watched.

But gradually, discomfort welled up in Wen Hua's throat.

She covered her mouth, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited.

Fu Shishen quickly followed him inside.

The master bedroom was immediately in disarray.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Shishen's voice suddenly became exceptionally gentle, as if he were coaxing her.

Wen Hua didn't say anything.

Because she couldn't speak, she vomited up everything she had eaten.

Her face was deathly pale.

Fu Shishen patted Wen Hua on the back and handed her water.

Wen Hua did not refuse.

My mouth felt so uncomfortable after spitting out.

Supported by Fu Shishen, she heard his cold voice: "A bunch of useless trash. You can't even take care of your wife properly. The food you cook either has no appetite, or it just vomits. What use are you to me?"

The housekeeper and the cook lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Fu Shishen gave a cold laugh.

He slammed the chicken soup onto the ground.

"Get out of here!" He decided the chef's fate.

Then he looked at the butler: "If the people you bring back are the same, then you can get out of here too."

The butler was pale.

The chef was begging for mercy.

But it was too late.

The master bedroom was a mess, and Wen Hua's face was also very unpleasant.

In that instant, she realized what was happening.

Fu Shishen was doing it for himself.

I was on the phone just now, and Fu Shishen probably heard me.

He remained outwardly calm, but was making an example of someone to scare others.

This is a reminder to myself not to cross the line, otherwise, these people will serve as a cautionary tale for me.

Don't assume that she can easily manipulate Fu Shishen.