Marital problems spiral out of control

But she couldn't bring herself to admit defeat; she couldn't convince herself otherwise.

Under these circumstances, Wen Hua knew even more clearly that Wen Yin could not be allowed to get into trouble.

If Wen Yin really gets into trouble, the one who will collapse is himself.

If she were to give up entirely, then Fu Shishen would not be able to obtain the shares.

So she quickly calmed down.

At least for now, Fu Shishen wouldn't dare do anything to Wen Yin.

He even had to ensure Wen Yin's survival.

Wen Hua understood this principle, but she was even more afraid that Fu Shishen would force Wen Yin to live.

She realized that it was she, not Fu Shishen, who was now in a difficult situation.

Wen Hua became anxious.

Suddenly, she frowned and subconsciously looked up.

Fu Shishen lowered his head.

Their lips met, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.

In seven years of marriage, Wen Hua had never been this close to Fu Shishen.

She froze, unsure how to react.

Fu Shishen's gaze deepened, and his thin lips pressed against Wen Hua's lips, a soft touch.

It tastes like a cloud when you bite into it, and it also has a peach aroma.

Unlike the perfume on Jiang Ruan, this scent was sweet and made one feel completely comfortable.

He actually knew that Wen Hua's lips were very beautiful.

She speaks to you with a seductive air.

But this was the first time Fu Shishen had looked at Wen Hua so directly; his Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt an indescribable restlessness.

In an instant, his hand wrapped around Wen Hua's waist.

What started as a touch turned into a deep French kiss.

It seeped into my bones inch by inch, like thousands of ants crawling over my heart, making me feel unbearably hot and restless.

Wen Hua never expected that Fu Shishen would suddenly kiss her.

Her red lips moved slightly, but before she could dodge, he took advantage of her vulnerability and entered her.

She leaned against the wall.

Fu Shishen asked in a very serious tone.

From the lips to the corners of the lips, and then all the way down to Wen Hua's neck.

She flinched, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Her breath warmed her ear, and the temperature suddenly rose.

Fu Shishen's voice came in a low tone, each word crystal clear: "Wen Hua, apologize to me, hmm?"

It seems like they're trying to coax or entice.

But every word and sentence carried a threat.

Wen Hua instantly snapped out of her emotional reverie and stared intently at Fu Shishen.

She didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Fu Shishen didn't seem to care.

The tender moments of one second can turn into cruelty in the next.

Fu Shishen grabbed Wen Hua's chin again, and she heard him chuckle.

Her next words were cold and ruthless: "Wen Hua, do you know why Wen Yin's emotions are so unstable?"

Wen Hua's expression changed when Wen Yin was mentioned.

But Fu Shishen's intention to not let Wen Hua off the hook was clear in every word.

"Because you care about Wen Yin, and Wen Yin cares about you too. Before, when we appeared at the hospital together, Wen Yin felt relieved because he thought you were living a happy life. But now, this gossip has made him collapse instantly. He's afraid that because of him, you're in trouble, being threatened, and losing your freedom. So Wen Yin can't bear this ending."

Fu Shishen's words were cruel: "Wen Yin is now a broken man, unable to withstand any more blows or destruction. If he is so certain of this, then he will choose to commit suicide to set you free."

He paused for a moment, then released Wen Hua.

He admired Wen Hua's sudden change in expression, and his mood seemed to instantly brighten.

"Wen Hua, if that's the case, then you killed Wen Yin with your own hands." Fu Shishen's last few words were clear and unambiguous.

"No, no..." Wen Hua denied it without even thinking.

Fu Shishen didn't care and continued, "At that time, you can't blame me for ignoring you, right? After all, if a person loses their will to live, even a god can't save them."

Wen Hua was panting heavily, provoked by Fu Shishen's words.

Fu Shishen just stared at it, his expression utterly indifferent.

No one would have guessed that just a second ago, they were kissing.

The next second, Fu Shishen will stab Wen Hua without hesitation.

It reaches straight to the heart.

After a long pause, Wen Hua finally calmed down after hearing those words: "Fu Shishen, what's the point of forcing me like this?"

"Yes," Fu Shishen actually replied, "because right now I just want to see you lower your head and beg me. Maybe if I see that, I'll actually say a few sweet words to you and make you happy."

This statement had a hint of sarcasm in it.

It was as if the decision-making power had been placed in front of Wen Hua.

But Wen Hua knew better than anyone that she had no choice.

Unless she gives up Wen Yin, but she can't do that.

"Wen Hua. Isn't coaxing you what you've wanted most all these years?" Fu Shishen lowered his head, speaking with a tone of charity and pity.

But Fu Shishen's eyes were incredibly sharp as he spoke.

Under such pressure, Wen Hua lowered her head: "Fu Shishen, please..."

Fu Shishen scoffed, showing no politeness whatsoever: "Wen Hua, the way you beg makes people feel no desire for you, no sincerity whatsoever, do you understand?"

Wen Hua was hurried.

She looked at Fu Shishen passively, thinking of how she had begged him the last time.

Embarrassment, humiliation, and above all, pain, excruciating pain.

At that time, she suffered severe bleeding, which nearly killed her unborn child.

Therefore, it was impossible for Wen Hua not to be afraid.

Her voice trembled slightly: "Fu Shishen, I'm pregnant, I can't..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shishen sneered, the sarcasm in his words becoming increasingly obvious.

"Wen Hua, are you so shameless that all you know is sleeping with someone? You should know your place. Look at yourself now, you're disgusting." Fu Shishen said coldly and cruelly.

Wen Hua did not respond.

She was used to Fu Shishen's humiliation.

She told herself over and over that as long as she left Fu Shishen, she would completely erase everything about him.

She doesn't care, and she won't care.

"Fu Shishen, don't you just enjoy torturing me and seeing me in such a sorry state?" Wen Hua gradually calmed down and questioned Fu Shishen.

They probably started to think about giving up entirely.

"Isn't it just that your sweetheart was bullied today, and you're thinking of avenging her?" Wen Hua's words were sharp and direct.

Fu Shishen didn't take it to heart at all, his face expressionless: "Wen Hua, you used the shares to force me to agree to your demands, otherwise I would go find her. Didn't you think of anything that happened today? This is what you should bear, understand?"

Wen Hua did not respond.

She stood there, stubbornly looking at Fu Shishen, unable to utter a single word of relenting.

However, because she had been arguing with Fu Shishen earlier, and was emotionally agitated, her stomach began to ache slightly.

Instantly, she felt a warm flow from between her legs.

She was wearing a beige dress, and when it was stained with blood, it became a shocking sight.

The cramping pains in my stomach also came in waves.

Wen Hua instinctively protected her stomach, her forehead beaded with sweat.

Fu Shishen was also shocked by the scene in front of him. He cursed under his breath and picked up Wen Hua without thinking.

He couldn't let anything happen to Wen Hua's baby.