Marital problems spiral out of control

Jiang Ruan was just acting before.

As long as it's acting, Fu Shishen will soften his heart and she will turn back.

But now—

Wen Hua frowned slightly. She couldn't explain why, but it was a kind of unease, a feeling that something was about to happen.

But she forced herself to stop thinking about it.

The baby in her belly was fussing, but after Wen Hua calmed it down, she fell asleep by the bedside.

3 points in the early hours.

There was a commotion coming from inside the villa.

Wen Hua's sleep was never deep to begin with, and she became even more sensitive after becoming pregnant.

She opened her eyes, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked out of the room.

Wen Hua quieted down for a moment.

Bo Zhirong returned with Fu Shishen.

The living room reeked of alcohol, and the butler had already woken up.

She thought of the previous media reports.

Wen Hua laughed self-deprecatingly to herself, but her expression remained indifferent.

Bo Zhirong looked at Wen Hua: "Wen Hua, Shi Shen has drunk a bit too much. Thank you for your help."

Regardless of what Bo Zhirong thought of Wen Hua, at least on the surface he still respected Wen Hua as Mrs. Fu.

For the past seven years of their marriage, whenever Fu Shishen came home drunk, it was always Wen Hua who served him.

Because at times like this, Fu Shishen only wants Wen Hua.

Fu Shishen resisted anyone who approached him, making things worse.

So in this situation, the housekeepers all consciously stood aside, not wanting to make a fool of themselves.

But Wen Hua simply looked at Bo Zhirong indifferently.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bo, I'm pregnant and probably won't be able to take care of her. I'll have to trouble the housekeeper." He declined.

This refusal surprised even Bo Zhirong.

For a moment, space itself seemed to freeze.

He looked at Wen Hua quietly, thinking back to what had happened before.

Fu Shishen called himself to make a drinking appointment at a club. When he arrived, Fu Shishen had already drunk quite a bit.

He thought it was because Jiang Ruan left.

The result is not entirely true.

Another reason is Wen Hua.

It was when Fu Shishen was completely drunk that he revealed the truth.

It is vague and ambiguous.

It's likely that Wen Hua held a place in Fu Shishen's heart as well.

After seven years of marriage, even a dog would develop feelings for someone, let alone a person.

Besides, they were sleeping in the same bed.

However, there are many things that Bo Zhirong cannot say, after all, he is an outsider.

But now, in Wen Hua's eyes, he saw determination and resolve.

Giving up on this relationship.

He quieted down and didn't say anything.

Upon hearing this, the butler quickly stepped forward: "Mr. Bo, please take Mr. Fu back. I will take care of him."

Bo Zhirong nodded in acknowledgment.

But the moment the butler's hand touched Fu Shishen, he brushed it away.

"Get out!" Fu Shishen shouted angrily, his breath reeking of alcohol.

The butler was caught off guard and stumbled.

The shout was particularly clear in the quiet night.

The scene fell silent instantly, and even Bo Zhirong had no idea what Fu Shishen was going to do.

"Wen Hua, come here." Fu Shishen's temper was directed at Wen Hua.

Bo Zhirong frowned slightly, and the butler also seemed a little nervous.

Wen Hua stood there, motionless.

What right does she have to do anything?

Fu Shishen got drunk late at night for Jiang Ruan, but then went crazy in front of her.

Is Wen Hua really such a cheap person?

Even if it's cheap, she doesn't want to be ruined by Fu Shishen again.

She smiled coldly at Fu Shishen: "I'm not going over there, it's inconvenient for me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Hua turned around and walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

A crashing sound came from behind.

Wen Hua was startled, but didn't turn around.

"Shi Shen!" Bo Zhirong called out to Fu Shi Shen.

The butler hurriedly grabbed Fu Shishen: "Mr. Fu, let me take you upstairs, your wife is pregnant..."

"I said get out!" Fu Shishen said, enunciating each word clearly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shishen shook off the butler and caught up with Wen Hua in a few steps.

A strong, powerful hand gripped Wen Hua's wrist.

With a hint of drunkenness, he appeared even more ruthless.

Wen Hua was in so much pain that she was covered in cold sweat. She turned around and looked at Fu Shishen.

In his eyes, Wen Hua saw a chilling warning.

"What, Mrs. Fu, do you still want to be a hands-off manager?" Fu Shishen sneered.

He twisted Wen Hua around forcefully, showing no intention of letting go.

Fueled by alcohol, he practically dragged Wen Hua along.

Wen Hua stumbled and twisted her ankle.

She used her other hand to protect her stomach, afraid something might happen.

Fu Shishen's eyes were now bloodshot, as if he no longer cared.

The Fu family's villa has a wooden staircase covered with carpet.

Even so, being dragged along is extremely painful.

Moreover, Wen Hua was pregnant.

"Mr. Fu, your wife is pregnant..." The butler looked at Fu Shishen nervously.

Fu Shishen didn't even bother to acknowledge it.

Bo Zhirong frowned as he looked at him, his thin lips moved slightly, but he ultimately didn't speak and turned to leave.

The villa was quieter now.

Wen Hua tried her best to hold on, but she couldn't break free and was almost dragged back to the master bedroom by Fu Shishen.

She wanted to scream, but she didn't dare.

Because Wen Yin is also on this floor.

She was afraid of waking Wen Yin and causing him to fall into overthinking again.

Wen Hua could not bear any unexpected events.

It wasn't until Fu Shishen threw Wen Hua onto the carpet in the room that this happened.

She struggled to her feet and gasped for breath on the chaise lounge.

She didn't even have a chance to get up before Fu Shishen walked towards Wen Hua step by step.

"Fu Shishen..." Wen Hua frowned, also unhappy.

Then her collar was grabbed hard.

Although it wasn't a chokehold, her breathing became difficult when her collar was grabbed.

Fu Shishen stared at Wen Hua with a gloomy gaze, every word of his questioning.

"Wen Hua, did you call Jiang Ruan and threaten her?" Fu Shishen asked her darkly. "Don't you know she's pregnant? Don't you know how much she's suffering? Are you going to add fuel to the fire? You won't be satisfied until something serious happens, will you?"

Every word and sentence was an interrogation of Wen Hua.

Every word and phrase was aimed at accusing Wen Hua of a crime.

His anger was palpable.

Wen Hua's brows furrowed, and her breathing became rapid.

Her slender hand gripped Fu Shishen's arm, instinctively resisting.

But a drunk man is incredibly strong and completely loses his reason.

Even so, Wen Hua did not compromise, and spoke every word with utmost seriousness.

"Fu Shishen, don't spread rumors about me. I don't have Jiang Ruan's phone number!" Wen Hua was upset, but she still made herself clear.

It was Jiang Ruan who initiated the provocation, not myself.

Jiang Ruan was cautious, and she deleted the message after sending it.

Wen Hua didn't even have time to write down the phone number.

Most importantly, she wouldn't do something as despicable as Jiang Ruan.

If she had any other skills, she wouldn't be in this situation now.

"Let me go!" Wen Hua struggled.

Fu Shishen suddenly released Wen Hua's hand.

She was breathing heavily, but dared not make any loud noise.