Marital problems spiral out of control

Wen Hua did not respond.

But she knew that Wen Yin was alright only because she had obeyed her orders.

"Sit here with me." Fu Shishen moved his eyelids and looked at Wen Hua.

Wen Hua had already stood up when she saw Wen Yin, standing in front of the monitor, wanting to see him clearly.

Therefore, Wen Hua did not react at all when Fu Shishen spoke.

"Wen Hua, I don't want you standing here and making my son uncomfortable," Fu Shishen threatened calmly.

The voice was soft, but it carried a coercive force that left you completely powerless to resist.

Wen Hua looked at him passively.

There was no room for compromise in his eyes.

In the end, Wen Hua walked stiffly in his direction, turning back every few steps.

When she walked up to Fu Shishen, he pulled her right in front of him and she fell onto the sofa.

Wen Hua's attention was still on the surveillance.

Suddenly, her pupils dilated as Fu Shishen's handsome face loomed large before her.

The two were very close together.

She leaned back against the sofa cushions, completely absorbed in them.

Fu Shishen was very strong, pressing down on Wen Hua, but he didn't hurt her.

Because Wen Hua is pregnant, the child in her womb happens to be Fu Shishen's trump card, which he uses to exchange for shares.

"You were overjoyed to see Wen Yin alive and wept tears of joy?" Fu Shishen asked Wen Hua calmly.

As he kissed her, his thin lips brushed against Wen Hua's skin, as if he were flirting.

Wen Hua didn't respond. She bit her lip, and her attention, which had been diverted to Wen Yin, returned to Fu Shishen.

It's as if you can't afford to be distracted, because if you are, this person will control you tightly and send you to hell.

"Huahua." Fu Shishen suddenly lowered his voice again, even becoming a little gentler.

His thin lips brushed against Wen Hua's ear, and when he breathed out his warm breath, Wen Hua's heart trembled.

In their seven years of marriage, Fu Shishen had never treated himself like this before.

Even if they go to bed, it's just a way to vent their emotions.

When he's in a hurry, he doesn't even have any patience and just charges around recklessly.

She was like a broken rag doll, at the mercy of others, and then abandoned in a corner.

One person cleans up the mess.

And now, Fu Shishen's gentleness, even if it carries a thorn.

Wen Huadu realized that she was willingly and deeply involved in it.

Was it because she had been abused for too long that such tenderness ignited the longing deep within her heart?

Wen Hua remained frozen, offering no response.

Fu Shishen didn't seem to mind: "Your Wen Yin is doing well now. I told you, as long as you behave, I guarantee he will only get better and better, but—"

But then, the man abruptly stopped speaking.

It was as if the choice had been placed in Wen Hua's hands.

But Wen Hua knew that every choice she made could be fatal.

Fu Shishen was pushing himself.

"Fu Shishen, is it meaningful for you to force me?" Wen Hua took a deep breath and passively asked Fu Shishen.

"Am I forcing you?" he asked calmly.

In the pause between sentences, Fu Shishen's gaze suddenly darkened.

Wen Hua saw ruthlessness in her eyes.

The grip that had been loosely holding his hand suddenly became forceful.

Wen Hua felt a pain in her wrist.

Her head rested on the back of the sofa.

Fu Shishen suddenly bit her lip, the pain was excruciating.

The large hand acted recklessly, yet the softness in the palm added a touch of trembling to the heart.

It is a journey from extreme pain to extreme pleasure.

"Fu Shishen, you..." Wen Hua cursed at the man.

But those sounds were quickly swallowed up by the overwhelming kisses.

She couldn't make a sound, and was even pinned down by Fu Shishen, leaving her no room to resist.

The two slumped onto the sofa.

One was kissing.

One passively endured everything.

The baby in her womb sensed Wen Hua's emotions and stirred.

Wen Hua couldn't resist and placed her hand on Fu Shishen's chest.

Instead of receiving pity, he became even more aggressive, his power seeping into the very bones.

Until you can no longer move an inch.

Wen Hua gradually lost her strength.

Fu Shishen's gloomy voice rang in her ears: "Wen Hua, who gave you permission to call me by my full name?"

Fu Shishen's words were unpleasant.

He had been putting up with being addressed by his full name for a long time.

In her memory, Wen Hua had always been obediently by her side, calling her "husband."

That is self-admiration and love from the bottom of one's heart.

Instead of the current conflict.

He loved hearing Wen Hua softly call him "husband".

Timid, cautious, yet full of longing.

That would greatly satisfy Fu Shishen's male chauvinism.

Therefore, Wen Hua's behavior made him unhappy.

Wen Hua didn't respond, not only because she was unwilling, but also because she was too exhausted.

"Sweetie, call me husband." Fu Shishen was still patiently coaxing her.

He just stared at Wen Hua, the two of them still very close.

However, the ruthlessness within the intimacy remained, carrying a threatening connotation.

Fu Shishen's gaze inadvertently drifted towards the location of the surveillance camera.

"Wen Yin has returned to his ward," he said, a completely unrelated remark.

The next instant, Wen Hua's pupils dilated, and her hand, which had been hanging down, took Fu Shishen's hand.

With some reluctance, she finally called out, "Husband—"

It was weakness after being tortured, which unexpectedly added a touch of gentleness to the sound.

This kind of title has long been ingrained in our bones.

When she calls out, it's with such a coquettish and gentle tone.

Fu Shishen was clearly feeling completely relaxed.

His previous assertiveness gradually subsided, and his deep gaze fell upon Wen Hua before he suddenly kissed her.

Wen Hua responded passively, afraid of angering the man.

She kept telling herself that she was now at the mercy of others and had no choice but to compromise.

As long as she is able to leave, she will never give Fu Shishen any chance to imprison or threaten her again.

Absolutely not.

Fu Shishen was kissing Wen Hua, who had her eyes closed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Before Fu Shishen could speak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Mr. Fu, the patient has been moved to a ward, you..." the doctor said, looking up.

Then, seeing the commotion before him, the doctor immediately turned around and said, "I'm sorry!"

The door to the lounge was closed again.

Wen Hua also extricated herself from this embarrassment, quickly pushed Fu Shishen away, and bent down to straighten her clothes.

This time, Fu Shishen didn't make things difficult for Wen Hua. He slowly stood up, straightened his shirt, and buttoned up his suit collar again.

It was as if nothing had happened before, and all was calm and undisturbed.

Then, Fu Shishen looked at Wen Hua.

"When I took Wen Yin away, I told him my identity. So Wen Yin knows I'm his brother-in-law. Other than that, Wen Yin doesn't know anything about what happened between you and me," Fu Shishen suddenly said calmly.

Wen Hua frowned and looked at him, wondering why he was saying these things to her.

"The doctor said that Wen Yin has suffered a lot of psychological trauma over the years, so he can't withstand any stimulation. He needs to recover in a stable and peaceful environment," Fu Shishen said slowly.

After hearing this, Wen Hua understood.