Marital problems spiral out of control

Wen Hua remained expressionless.

But she could sense that Fu Shishen had slowed down his strength.

But it wasn't gentle; it was a far more severe form of torture, a slow and agonizing death.

In bed, no one understands Wen Hua better than Fu Shishen.

He knew how to gradually force her into a corner.

This condescending posture is reminiscent of a cruel and ruthless emperor looking down upon his possessions.

It seeps into the bone, inch by inch.

Fu Shishen only let Wen Hua go when she was completely exhausted.

The moment he released Wen Hua, she gathered all her strength and slapped Fu Shishen hard across the face.

"Fu Shishen, I wish you were dead!" Wen Hua roared at Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen turned his face to the side, and even bloodstains appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's easy to imagine how much effort Wen Hua used.

"Wen Hua, even if you hate me to the core, you can only stay by my side." He dragged Wen Hua into hell with each word, "Unless I die, huh?"

Then Fu Shishen immediately released Wen Hua.

Wen Hua lay limp on the bed.

His eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

The room was deathly silent, yet it still carried the suffocating ambiguity of the previous atmosphere.

……

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Wen Hua and Fu Shishen were caught in an extremely distorted emotional state.

Wen Yin's admiration and absolute trust in Fu Shishen meant he never suspected anything unusual about the relationship between Wen Hua and Fu Shishen.

Wen Hua couldn't provoke Wen Yin, so she could only endure it.

Fu Shishen handled her emotions perfectly.

The gentleness shown to Wen Yin was more like poison, offering a final act of tenderness before death.

"What are you doing?" Fu Shishen reached out and hugged Wen Hua.

Wen Hua was making soup in the kitchen, intending to nourish Wen Yin, completely unaware that Fu Shishen had returned.

The moment Fu Shishen embraced her, her nerves tensed.

But they did not resist.

Because she knew that Wen Yin was watching from the side.

"Brother-in-law, you're back?" Wen Yin greeted Fu Shishen with a smile.

He was sitting in a wheelchair and seemed to be in a good mood.

"My sister is making soup for me, and I told her I didn't want it, but she insisted that I would like it because it's hers," Wen Yin explained for Wen Hua.

Fu Shishen looked down at it.

The casserole is boiling.

Inside was a radish and pork bone soup, with an irresistible aroma.

"It smells wonderful, I love it too." Fu Shishen's thin lips brushed against Wen Hua's ear, as if he were flirting.

But the hand gripping Wen Hua's waist tightened, a warning.

When he spoke again, only Wen Hua could hear him.

"Relax, aren't you afraid your brother will notice something's wrong with you?" Fu Shishen said in an extremely nasty tone.

Wen Hua gritted her teeth in hatred, but there was nothing she could do.

The only option is to remain silent.

Fu Shishen knew what she was thinking, but he kept pressing Wen Hua: "Wife, you can't just forget about your husband now that you have a younger brother, okay?"

Wen Yin coughed lightly: "Brother-in-law, no, my sister would love you that much."

Fu Shishen smiled at Wen Yin: "Yes, I'm the person your sister loves the most."

The conversation, though seemingly ordinary, carried an air of tension, filled with provocation.

Wen Hua was pinned down and unable to move.

Not to mention refuting it.

Wen Yin realized that he was like a third wheel, so he turned his wheelchair and left on his own.

Fu Shishen did not let go of Wen Hua.

This time, Wen Hua pushed Fu Shishen away first, her face expressionless: "Fu Shishen, is this funny?"

"Yes, of course I do. It's quite amusing to see you want to resist but can't." Fu Shishen sneered.

Wen Hua placed her hand on the casserole, and for a moment she wanted to pour the scalding soup inside onto Fu Shishen.

But she held back.

Fu Shishen lowered his head and suddenly kissed Wen Hua.

"Wen Hua, I told you, as long as you behave and be a good Mrs. Fu, I guarantee Wen Yin will be safe and sound. But if you don't behave, you'll have to bear the consequences," Fu Shishen warned, not very seriously.

The last four words were spoken in a very casual manner.

Only then did Fu Shishen release Wen Hua.

Wen Hua was unable to relax even when Fu Shishen left.

Even Wen Hua didn't know how long she could endure this extremely distorted emotional state.

Even the only door that could keep Wen Yin out of the master bedroom could no longer stop Fu Shishen's madness.

Whenever she argued, Fu Shishen would force her to become silent.

If she doesn't beg for mercy, Fu Shishen will hold her by the throat and force her to submit.

Even when she was pregnant, Fu Shishen had a doctor on duty at the villa 24 hours a day, ready to appear immediately if any abnormalities occurred.

Wen Hua felt like a canary, locked in a cage, unable to spread her wings and fly away.

No matter how Wen Hua tried to control her emotions in front of Wen Yin.

After all, they grew up together, and Wen Yin could easily sense Wen Hua's repression.

As Wen Hua served the soup, Wen Yin looked up at her and asked, "Sister, what's wrong? You seem a little unhappy. Is it because my presence is bothering you and your husband?"

Wen Yin's experiences over the years have made him cautious and sensitive.

This thought instantly made Wen Yin's emotions tense up.

Wen Hua immediately realized that Wen Yin's hand was gripping the wheelchair, his knuckles turning white.

"No. What are you thinking? It's just that being pregnant makes my mood fluctuate, sometimes good and sometimes bad. Your brother-in-law often says that about me." Wen Hua forced a smile, offering a plausible excuse.

Wen Yin nodded: "Sister, I'm relieved that my brother-in-law loves you so much. If I'm not around anymore, he can still take care of you."

Wen Hua just mumbled an "uh-huh" and didn't say anything.

Does Fu Shi truly love himself? That's a ridiculous joke.

But she couldn't refute it.

"Sister?" Wen Yin looked at Wen Hua with keen insight.

"Yes, I was just thinking, after you get better, do you want to study abroad?" Wen Hua asked Wen Yin.

Once Zhou Yi's visa is approved and Wen Yin's condition stabilizes, she plans to take Wen Yin away from here.

But this is on the premise that Wen Yin cooperates.

Wen Hua was absolutely certain before, but because of Fu Shishen's despicable and shameless behavior, she is now filled with fear.

"No," Wen Yin quickly refused. "Going abroad to study will only add to your and your brother-in-law's burden. I don't want your in-laws to make things difficult for you. I know your brother-in-law is a good person and will definitely agree, but I understand my own situation. I'm fine as I am now, so don't worry about me so much."

Wen Hua gradually calmed down as she listened to Wen Yin's words.

She used to think that divorce was an extremely easy thing.

But now it has suddenly become impossible to move an inch.

Forget about divorce, even leaving the Fu family has become a pipe dream for her.

Countless shackles and mountains bound Wen Hua.

She seemed like the most desperate person, making a low, mournful cry, but no one could hear her.

And what about the child in her belly? Once he's born, will she really be able to leave without looking back?

Wen Hua lowered her eyes, becoming increasingly self-deprecating.

"Sister, I'm fine here in Jiangzhou. You and brother-in-law must take good care of yourselves," Wen Yin said earnestly.

Wen Hua responded hastily.

But all she heard was Wen Yin praising Fu Shishen.

When she looked up again, she saw Fu Shishen leaning against the restaurant door, a half-smile in his eyes.

It was a feeling of certainty of victory.

And she was Fu Shishen's prey.

……