Marital problems spiral out of control

The door to the master bedroom was not closed, and Wen Hua was a little nervous.

Fu Shishen, however, wasn't about to let Wen Hua off the hook: "Wen Hua, you'd better not let me find out you're lying!"

"I didn't," Wen Hua said frankly.

Fu Shishen stared intently at Wen Hua, his gaze unreadable, unsure whether he believed her or not.

Her eyes revealed a frankness, without any hint of evasion.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Before Wen Hua could react, Fu Shishen snatched her phone away.

"This is my phone!" Wen Hua said with a stern face.

Fu Shishen ignored her and simply placed his phone in front of her to unlock it.

This action made Wen Hua quiet down for a moment.

Because I don't care, I never take it to heart.

Her phone password was their wedding anniversary, which she never intended to hide from him, so she had told him.

But Fu Shishen never bothered to remember.

Why would someone who doesn't care about her pay attention to her little schemes?

Wen Hua had long been used to it; she had become numb to it.

Fu Shishen's actions made her realize that this person was checking her phone records.

It doesn't matter, she didn't do anything, she's completely open and honest.

In Wen Hua's mind, Fu Shishen suddenly looked at Wen Hua.

His eyes were filled with anger.

The phone screen was now pointed at Wen Hua: "Is this what you meant by not calling Jiang Ruan?"

"What?" Wen Hua asked, confused.

Then she saw the call log on the screen, a call from an unknown number.

But Wen Hua has no memory of it at all.

Fu Shishen sneered and threw his phone at Wen Hua.

Her nose bridge was throbbing with pain from the impact, and her phone slipped to the ground.

Wen Hua looked at Fu Shishen passively: "Fu Shishen, what do you mean by that!"

"This is Jiang Ruan's number!" Fu Shishen said, enunciating each word clearly.

Wen Hua's expression changed drastically, and she looked at him in disbelief: "Impossible, I haven't made a single phone call to Jiang Ruan."

She stared intently at her incoming call, trying very hard to recall, but had absolutely no memory of it.

Wen Hua didn't have many friends in Jiangzhou.

Because most of the time, she was kept at home by Fu Shishen.

After seven years of marriage, she had almost completely lost contact with her former classmates.

Only Su Zhiyi and Wen Hua are still in contact.

Fu Shishen never calls me normally; the only person from the Fu family who calls me is Gao Yazhi.

Therefore, she won't answer or call unfamiliar numbers.

Wen Hua is not the type of person who actively seeks trouble.

But now this call log clearly tells everyone that Jiang Ruan made these calls herself.

"No?" Fu Shishen sneered.

The phone screen was almost pressed against Wen Hua's face.

Wen Hua leaned against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Fu Shishen sprayed the wine in his mouth onto Wen Hua's face. When he was under the influence of alcohol, he wouldn't believe any of Wen Hua's explanations.

"Wen Hua, all you can do is make excuses. Do you think communication records can be faked?" Fu Shishen pressed aggressively.

Wen Hua shook her head desperately, struggling to break free from this predicament.

Fu Shishen showed no intention of letting her off the hook: "Wen Hua, you seem gentle and kind on the surface, but who knows how many insidious things you've done behind the scenes."

He threw his phone on the ground.

A large, bony hand gripped Wen Hua's chin, forcing her to look at him.

The fair skin instantly showed signs of redness.

"Ugh..." Wen Hua winced in pain.

Fu Shishen, however, was completely unconcerned: "Don't you know how much Jiang Ruan has endured and yielded? Don't you know how many good words Jiang Ruan has spoken for you? Is this how you treat Jiang Ruan?"

"..."

"She's pregnant now, and you've driven her to the brink, leaving her no choice but to flee to another place. Are you satisfied now?"

"..."

"Wen Hua, how could there be such a vicious woman like you? Now you're Mrs. Fu, and you're threatening me with the shares. I'm keeping my promise, what more do you want?"

Wen Hua was left speechless by Fu Shishen's questioning, because she had no idea what had happened.

Why are there call records with Jiang Ruan in my communication history?

She was so shocked she couldn't speak.

Her face gradually turned pale, and she moved her lips, but several times she couldn't utter a word.

"Wen Hua." Fu Shishen's voice deepened.

The smell of alcohol hit Wen Hua's face, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Because of her pregnancy, she became more sensitive to the smell of tobacco and alcohol.

A feeling of nausea instantly surged up from deep in my throat.

Wen Hua felt nauseous.

But Fu Shishen grabbed her neck again, and she couldn't even vomit.

The baby inside was struggling frantically.

But in her ears were Fu Shishen's sharp and cruel words: "If anything happens to her, I will pay with your life."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Hua saw Fu Shishen's gaze fall on her stomach.

The ruthlessness in his eyes became less and less obvious.

"And this child in your belly, I will make you watch him be slowly tortured to death after the stock exchange is completed." Fu Shishen sneered, speaking cruelly and ruthlessly.

Wen Hua was truly shocked.

She looked at Fu Shishen in disbelief.

She knew Fu Shishen didn't love her, but this child was his own flesh and blood.

How could he say such cruel and heartless things?

It's as if human life is nothing but an ant in his hands, and he doesn't even give it a chance?

"Fu Shishen, this is your own flesh and blood!" Wen Hua snapped out of her shock and angrily rebuked him.

Fu Shishen sneered and directly shook off Wen Hua.

Without thinking, Wen Hua slapped Fu Shishen.

For myself, and for the baby in my belly.

Fu Shishen looked at Wen Hua in astonishment.

"Who gave you permission to hit me again and again?" Fu Shishen came to his senses and asked coldly.

His cheeks burned, and the slap had sobered him up considerably.

Wen Hua's cheeks were flushed red from emotional distress.

Compared to the usual lifelessness, it was surprisingly more lively.

Fu Shishen watched, his expression growing increasingly grim, showing no sign of easing.

Wen Hua said it was impossible not to be afraid.

Fu Shishen is currently under the influence of alcohol, and she is afraid something might happen.

So Wen Hua didn't want to get entangled with him any longer, and turned to leave.

But in the next instant, Wen Hua was grabbed by the wrist by Fu Shishen and thrown directly onto the bed.

The soft mattress made her bounce back a bit.

But soon, Wen Hua was imprisoned by Fu Shishen once again.

He knelt on the bed, trapping Wen Hua within his own small space.

Although I was initially driven by anger, what remains now is more of a physical urge.

In Fu Shishen's view, the annoyed Wen Hua looked much more radiant than usual.

I don't know why, but it seems like I provoked Fu Shishen.

Alcohol, intoxication, anger, and a whole host of other emotions combined.

All words became superfluous.

When communication fails, sex becomes the only outlet.

"Fu Shishen, what are you doing! Let go of me!" Wen Hua realized what Fu Shishen was about to do and tried to push him away without thinking.

Fu Shishen didn't even bother to say anything, and simply lowered his head and bit Wen Hua.

It's revenge, it's punishment.