Marital problems spiral out of control

But the moment he touched it, his hand froze in mid-air.

Fu Shishen cursed under his breath. He had actually noticed something unusual about himself, that he was having feelings for Wen Hua that he shouldn't have.

Ha, absolutely impossible.

Soon, Fu Shishen calmed down, and his eyes turned cold again.

Such an anomaly has been completely hidden.

However, because he was too close to Wen Hua, it was inevitable that they would touch each other.

Almost reflexively, the moment Fu Shishen touched Wen Hua, she began to struggle instinctively.

"No, don't touch me..." Her words were filled with resistance to Fu Shishen.

She didn't even open her eyes, becoming terrified in the nightmare.

"Fu Shishen, I hate you..." Wen Hua was still muttering in her sleep.

These words instantly darkened Fu Shishen's gaze.

His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking, and the air in the master bedroom seemed to thin.

It was probably because Fu Shishen was too close.

Wen Hua sensed something and opened her eyes sensitively.

When she saw Fu Shishen again, she became even more wary.

Without thinking, she passively retreated and leaned against the bed frame.

This is the furthest point from Fu Shishen.

"Fu Shishen, what are you going to do?" Wen Hua asked tensely, her words filled with resistance.

This gentle demeanor made Fu Shishen extremely unhappy.

"What am I supposed to do?" Fu Shishen asked Wen Hua in a gloomy tone.

Wen Hua did not respond.

She knew very well that whatever she said would be wrong in front of Fu Shishen.

Remaining silent is the safest option.

"Wen Hua, you are my wife, everything I do is perfectly reasonable," Fu Shishen said succinctly.

Before he finished speaking, Fu Shishen had already grabbed Wen Hua's wrist.

With a single gesture, those past memories instantly flooded back.

Fear was in Wen Hua's eyes.

But when facing Fu Shishen, she remained incredibly stubborn.

There were no compromises.

Fu Shishen's anger flared up instantly.

The atmosphere became tense and ready to explode again.

Wen Hua was all too familiar with this kind of tension, and she started to struggle without even thinking.

Fu Shishen showed no sign of letting go.

Red marks quickly appeared on her fair skin, from being scratched with excessive force.

"Let me go!" Wen Hua growled.

Fu Shishen did not loosen his grip, but the originally strong force had relaxed.

Even so, Wen Hua was unable to break free from Fu Shishen's confinement.

The emotions that had been finally calmed down easily turned into unrestrained behavior.

The baby in her belly also got excited.

Wen Hua realized this and tried to control herself, but she couldn't control her emotions when facing Fu Shishen.

"Wen Hua, behave yourself," Fu Shishen warned Wen Hua in a low voice.

Wen Hua bit her lip and remained silent.

Fu Shishen looked down at him, his voice barely changing: "You didn't know you were pregnant? You didn't know you shouldn't get too emotional? You've forgotten everything the doctor said?"

Every word and sentence was a rebuke of Wen Hua.

Wen Hua felt wronged.

But there was nowhere to vent such grievances.

Her expression was indifferent, and she replied coldly, "As long as President Fu doesn't appear in front of me, I can remain calm every day."

"Wen Hua, you!" Fu Shishen's expression changed drastically.

Looking at Fu Shishen's suddenly changed expression, Wen Hua seemed to feel instantly relieved.

Fu Shishen was torturing himself, and she didn't want to let him go either.

It's generally true that the deeper the love, the more intense the hate.

All that remained between them was hatred.

Wen Hua's eyes remained stubborn.

In this suffocating atmosphere, her breathing also began to quicken.

The baby in her belly, which had just calmed down, immediately started moving.

Wen Hua's hand unconsciously rested on her stomach.

Every time the child gets excited, she only needs to place her hand on her belly and the child will calm down.

This is the bond between mother and child.

Fu Shishen just stared at him silently.

"Ah!" Wen Hua suddenly cried out, her brows furrowing completely.

Fu Shishen's expression changed.

Then he noticed.

It was the baby in her belly kicking Wen Hua.

Wen Hua was wearing pajamas on the bed, and her stomach was exposed when he pulled her up.

Wen Hua is thin, with a very thin belly.

When I went for my prenatal checkup, the doctor vividly described it as having a thin skin and a large filling.

Now that the child is older, the force of his kick is not light.

Fu Shishen could even clearly see the baby's tiny feet supporting itself on the skin.

Wen Hua was stroking this spot.

But the more Wen Hua stroked the child, the happier he became.

Wen Hua remained gentle: "Baby, be good, Mommy's here, be good."

She was comforting the baby in her belly, completely oblivious to Fu Shishen's presence.

This is completely different from how she acted when facing Fu Shishen before.

Even when Wen Hua was comforting the child, the corners of her mouth turned up.

You don't even need to see Wen Hua's eyes to know how gentle they are.

This is a kind of maternal love.

The child in her womb is Fu Shishen's.

Fu Shishen's gaze darkened slightly, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes.

Seemingly out of control, he parted his thin lips and said, "This brat just kicked you like that?"

His tone was unhurried and calm, unlike his previous somber voice; it was much lower now.

Even his originally stern expression softened, and he became much more gentle.

When Wen Hua heard Fu Shishen's voice, she looked up and saw a peaceful face.

She was slightly taken aback.

She hadn't seen Fu Shishen like this in a long time.

When his grandfather was alive, Fu Shishen would occasionally give him a gentle look in order to please the old man.

Wen Hua held the belief that Fu Shishen would eventually fall in love with her over time.

They persevered all the way.

But Wen Hua can't hold on any longer; she's disheartened.

So when she suddenly saw Fu Shishen's expression, she was somewhat dazed.

"He's not far along in his pregnancy, there's still room in his belly, so he can move around freely," Wen Hua explained calmly, coming back to her senses.

Fu Shishen listened quietly.

He also noticed that Wen Hua would calm down whenever the topic involved children.

This was also one of the few times they were at peace.

"Fu Shishen, what are you doing?" Wen Hua tensed up instantly.

Because Fu Shishen's hand suddenly landed on Wen Hua's stomach.

It was an instinctive feeling; Wen Hua wanted to pull Fu Shishen's hand away.

But this time, as soon as Wen Hua's hand touched Fu Shishen, it was suddenly completely enveloped by his large hand.

Wen Hua was stunned.

She was somewhat unresponsive, watching their clasped hands almost mechanically and passively.

Fu Shishen's long, slender fingers passed through his own slender fingers, and he hooked them together with his other hand.

Her hand was underneath, still pressed against her belly.

But Fu Shishen's hand just covered it.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became ambiguous.

"Let me go." Wen Hua reacted immediately and subconsciously resisted.

She tried to push Fu Shishen away, but he held her even tighter.

Wen Hua became nervous.