Marital problems spiral out of control

Fu Shishen just watched.

Until Wen Hua's head was completely lowered.

As that overwhelming sense of exhilaration washed over him, Fu Shishen's breathing became heavy.

He then called the housekeeper.

Soon, Wen Hua heard footsteps outside.

Wen Yin was taken away.

Wen Hua's distraction resulted in Fu Shishen's cruelest lesson.

It was a long time, so long that Wen Hua felt she was going to die.

She finally collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted.

Fu Shishen shook off Wen Hua and walked towards the shower room without looking back.

Wen Hua stood there, panting for a long time.

Without a second's hesitation, and even ignoring her tightening stomach, she quickly dressed.

She looked in the mirror, and after confirming that there were no visible marks, she opened the door to the master bedroom and walked outside.

This time, Fu Shishen didn't stop him.

Wen Hua saw Wen Yin in Wen Yin's room.

The doctor arrived at some point and began examining Wen Yin's condition.

Wen Yin was not very cooperative and was agitated.

It wasn't until he saw Wen Hua that Wen Yin calmed down: "Sister...Sister..."

"I'm fine. Your brother-in-law was drunk and made a lot of noise. By the time I heard it, the housekeeper had already brought you here." Wen Hua lied without changing her expression.

She apologized to Wen Yin: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice your voice. Don't worry, listen to the doctor." She kept coaxing Wen Yin.

Wen Yin nodded and fell completely silent.

Seeing this, Wen Hua gradually relaxed.

But the feeling of being suppressed in my heart was even more obvious; it was a kind of suffocation.

The suffocation made it difficult for Wen Hua to breathe.

Several times she felt like she had gotten used to it, but she knew that every time she really thought about it seriously...

This overwhelming sense of oppression still forced me to make it difficult to move forward.

It's like a cage.

Wen Yin could easily sense Wen Hua's subtle changes.

His brow furrowed instantly, and he asked anxiously, "Sis, what's wrong?"

Wen Hua immediately snapped out of her daze and reacted quickly: "It's okay, it's just that my belly is bigger now, so I get tired easily. Don't worry, I'm fine."

The gentle voice continued to coax Wen Yin.

Her eyes were smiling, and she had already hidden her emotions very well: "Wen Yin, you should get some rest, be good."

"Okay." Wen Yin nodded obediently.

Wen Hua gently stroked Wen Yin's soft hair, her eyes still feeling a little sore.

That spirited young man from back then always stands in my way, full of ideals and drive.

But everything remains unchanged from that time.

If Wen Yin hadn't saved him, he wouldn't be in this situation.

Therefore, she could not turn a blind eye to Wen Yin.

Wen Hua smiled faintly, a self-deprecating smile.

Then she released Wen Yin and quietly turned to leave.

It wasn't until Wen Yin's room was closed that Wen Hua realized she was covered in sweat.

That feeling of weakness in the legs washed over me.

She staggered, her body went limp on the ground, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

Wen Hua didn't speak or ask for help.

She placed her palm on her swollen belly, and the baby inside was moving, responding to her.

She felt the baby move and was slightly relieved.

"Baby, you have to stay in Mommy's tummy and be good, don't make trouble, okay?" Wen Hua lowered her eyes and spoke gently.

Her hand gently moved over her stomach.

Her eyes and brows held a complex expression, but above all, they radiated maternal love.

It is love for this unborn child, as well as helplessness and contradiction regarding the current situation.

It gradually impacted Wen Hua.

She became the one who imprisoned herself within a self-imposed confinement.

Fu Shishen came out of the master bedroom after taking a shower and just happened to see this scene.

A hint of tension flashed in his eyes, but the next moment, his voice became icy and hard.

"Wen Hua, what's wrong? Weren't you crying and making a scene just now? Who are you pretending to be half-dead here for?" Fu Shishen said cruelly.

He looked down at Wen Hua without a trace of pity.

Wen Hua's eyes touched the toes of a pair of handmade calfskin shoes.

The toe of the shoe touched her slender fingers.

If I got any closer and used just a little more force, I could crush her finger bones.

"Get up!" Fu Shishen commanded in a low voice when he saw that Wen Hua did not respond.

Wen Hua remained silent.

She pulled her slender fingers back slightly, then braced herself against the ground, trying to get up.

But I don't know why, maybe it was because I was subconsciously nervous when I saw Fu Shishen.

Perhaps I'm really uncomfortable.

The tightness in my stomach that I felt before came back again.

The baby struggled frantically inside her, kicking Wen Hua's ribs.

The sudden pain caught Wen Hua off guard, instantly leaving her drenched in sweat.

Wen Hua struggled to stand up, supporting herself on the ground.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get up.

It was a feeling of all the strength being drained from my body.

Soon, she collapsed to the ground once again.

Her face turned pale, and the cramping in her stomach became more pronounced; she placed her hand on her stomach.

The child was struggling, and she was trying to comfort him.

Even so, she did not back down in front of Fu Shishen.

"Still pretending?" Fu Shishen's voice was even colder.

He half-squatted in front of Wen Hua and sneered.

His thick, bony fingers pinched Wen Hua's chin.

He half-forced her to look up.

The calfskin shoe stepped forward, landing on her slender fingers.

When the pain came, Wen Hua couldn't tell whether it was her stomach hurting or her fingers hurting.

The feeling of being drenched in sweat became more and more pronounced, and he no longer had the strength to respond to Fu Shishen.

"Stand up." Fu Shishen's voice was even deeper.

It was dissatisfaction with Wen Hua's resistance.

Almost the instant the words were spoken, the toe of the leather shoe tightened its grip.

Even the hand gripping her chin tightened its grip.

Despite being choked, Wen Hua's eyes still held a stubborn glint.

That was dissatisfaction and rebellion against Fu Shishen.

However, due to the current situation, she was unable to erupt.

Soon, Wen Hua grabbed Fu Shishen's wrist with her other hand, trying to break free.

There is an innate difference in strength between men and women.

Wen Hua was at a loss.

The two were pulling at each other, and Fu Shishen's expression was even more gloomy.

It was displeasure, it was anger: "Wen Hua, this is the last time I'm saying this."

The commands in the text also became quite blunt.

Wen Hua suddenly smiled faintly at Fu Shishen: "Fu Shishen, your leather shoes are stepping on me, I can't get up."

Even when she said this, she sounded indifferent.

The tips of my fingers were already starting to turn slightly red.

The delicate skin was broken from being stepped on.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, doesn't it hurt? Impossible.

Right now, she's more numb than in pain; it's a kind of indifference.

Fu Shishen then looked at Wen Hua's fingers.

His gaze gradually became complex, but he didn't show much emotion in front of her.

Her hands, with their distinct knuckles, relaxed and became warm and beautiful.

Wen Hua staggered and instinctively stepped back.

She braced herself against the wall, trying to get up.

But she only managed to get up a little bit before sitting back down on the ground.

I can't muster any strength at all.