Marital problems spiral out of control

Wen Yin stared intently at Wen Hua.

It seemed as if they were waiting for Wen Hua's response.

"Baby is very good." Wen Hua responded passively and stiffly.

Fu Shishen smiled indulgently, his large hand resting on Wen Hua's belly. Suddenly, his expression turned to surprise and delight: "Is the baby moving?"

This is the joy of becoming a father for the first time.

Even Wen Hua couldn't tell how much of Fu Shishen's surprise was genuine and how much was feigned.

She bit her lip and hummed in agreement.

"You have to be good and not bully Mommy, or I'll punish you later." Fu Shishen said to the baby in his belly.

The doting affection is evident between the lines, and the tenderness is palpable.

Wen Yin watched from the sidelines, truly relieved.

Wen Hua didn't dare to move, completely under Fu Shishen's control.

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

Wen Yin was seriously ill after all, and he couldn't hold on for long. Soon, he looked exhausted.

Fu Shishen then had the butler take Wen Yin back to her room.

He stood the whole time, holding Wen Hua's hand, not giving her a chance to struggle.

Wen Hua dared not explode.

It wasn't until they returned to the master bedroom that Wen Hua completely exploded.

"Fu Shishen, what exactly are you going to do?" Wen Hua growled at Fu Shishen.

But then I thought about my pregnancy and didn't want to upset the baby.

Her voice was suppressed, as she tried to control her emotions.

She took a deep breath, her eyes red-rimmed, and looked at Fu Shishen: "Wen Yin's condition is unstable, and the doctor said he needs to stay in the hospital. Why did you bring Wen Yin back? You're letting Wen Yin commit suicide."

She stood in front of Fu Shishen without flinching.

Wen Yin used to give her all for herself.

Now it's her turn to protect Wen Yin.

"Fu Shishen, if you're unhappy with me, you can come at me. You don't need to lay a hand on Wen Yin," Wen Hua said, panting heavily.

She needs a long rest after saying just one sentence.

However, the resentment she felt towards Fu Shishen in her eyes became increasingly evident.

The atmosphere in the master bedroom instantly froze to freezing point.

Throughout the entire ordeal, no matter how much Wen Hua raged, Fu Shishen remained silent.

His eyes were fixed on her stomach.

That look, filled with warning, sent chills down Wen Hua's spine.

But she didn't back down; she stood face to face with Fu Shishen.

"Wen Hua, watch your attitude towards me, and every word you say. I don't like it." After a long while, Fu Shishen finally finished speaking coldly.

The anger that was on Wen Hua's lips instantly stopped.

Fu Shishen is threatening me.

Wen Yin was in the villa.

If she makes any move, Fu Shishen will make him watch how Wen Yin is tortured to death.

Fu Shishen knew better than anyone that pain meant pain that reached the very core of your being.

It's not just physical pain.

This person's cruelty and ruthlessness were on full display at this moment.

"Fu Shishen, you are the most disgusting person I have ever met, without a doubt!" Wen Hua growled.

"Wen Hua, what did you say?" He looked at Wen Hua calmly. "Say it again."

He even took a step closer to Wen Hua.

Wen Hua was driven to a dead end by Fu Shishen.

She looked up at the man, stubbornly repeating, "You are the most disgusting, filthy, and shameless person I have ever met, without a doubt!"

She spoke while keeping a wary eye on Fu Shishen.

This is a dangerous sign.

Without a second thought, Wen Hua was about to run away.

She wants to leave.

But Fu Shishen was faster, grabbing Wen Hua's wrist.

"Ah!" Wen Hua screamed and turned to look at Fu Shishen.

She was struggling, she was resisting.

Fu Shishen's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

He threw Wen Hua directly onto the bed.

Wen Hua was about to get up the next second.

"Wen Hua, you really deserve this!" Fu Shishen said, his jaw clenched, each word coming from deep in his throat.

He was tall and knelt down in front of Wen Hua.

Wen Hua collapsed beneath him.

This kind of Fu Shishen brought her too much pressure.

The air began to condense.

"Fu Shishen!" Wen Hua exclaimed.

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Shishen covered Wen Hua's mouth with a handkerchief.

She couldn't possibly not know what Fu Shishen was planning.

But this time, the fear in Wen Hua's eyes faded in a very short time, and she became unusually calm.

She looked at Fu Shishen with such arrogance.

She knew that Fu Shishen wanted to see her beg for mercy; the more she begged, the more excited Fu Shishen would become.

Wen Hua is unwilling now.

It's probably just a case of giving up entirely.

But when Wen Yin's face appeared in Wen Hua's mind, her heart tightened.

When Fu Shishen saw Wen Hua's posture, the cold smile in his eyes became even more obvious.

Instantly, the sound of fabric tearing filled the air.

In the quiet room, it sounded especially eerie.

Even though the heating was on in the room, I quickly got goosebumps as soon as my skin came into contact with the air.

Wen Hua knew that it wasn't her body that was cold, but her heart.

This continued until Wen Hua's clothes were removed one by one.

Fu Shishen cruelly dragged Wen Hua to the full-length mirror.

The mirror reflected an extremely eerie scene: Wen Hua could see her own stomach, and also her unspeakable private parts.

This is a state of embarrassment and awkwardness.

It was Fu Shishen who asked Wen Hua to look at it.

This was to let her know who ultimately holds the initiative.

Fu Shishen, however, slowly and deliberately took off his coat in front of Wen Hua.

He looked down, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and pinching Wen Hua's chin with the other.

He pressed his thin lips to Wen Hua's ear, each word dripping with humiliation.

"Wen Hua, even if I'm the most disgusting, the dirtiest, the most shameless person, so what?" Fu Shishen sneered, "You're still going to be here and let me sleep with you, huh?"

The final rising tone was almost sarcastic.

Undisguised satire.

Make it clear to Wen Hua who truly holds the initiative.

The moment the words fell, without any warning, Fu Shishen forcefully seized the item.

Wen Hua frowned and bit her lip hard.

She couldn't make a sound.

But I can't quite put my finger on that feeling.

She felt like she was going crazy.

Tortured by Fu Shishen, her senses became uncontrollable during this slow, agonizing torture.

It's getting increasingly out of control.

Seven years into their marriage, Fu Shishen had no feelings for her, but he was never careless about this matter.

She naively believed that this was a perfect match for them, and that sooner or later he would fall for her on his own.

It turned out she was naive.

This kind of thing is just human instinct, not something genuine.

In that instant, Wen Hua thought that it would be better if things were destroyed like this.

That kind of exhaustion made Wen Hua feel like a withered rose, lifeless.

She leaned against the sofa in an extremely bizarre manner.

They were faced with Fu Shishen's reckless and arbitrary actions.

Even the handkerchief in her mouth had fallen out at some point.

She didn't say anything.

Her eyes held a stubbornness as she quietly looked at Fu Shishen.

The baby in her womb was struggling.

It was instinct; she placed her hand on her stomach.

But the next second, Fu Shishen grabbed her hand and pinned it behind the sofa.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Fu Shishen's cold words broke the silence. "After all, you're carrying my son; that's your bargaining chip, huh?"