Marital problems spiral out of control

Fu Shishen had already driven back to the villa.

He had just reached the master bedroom when he heard a noise coming from the bathroom.

Without thinking, Fu Shishen quickly ran towards the restroom.

Soon, he saw Wen Hua's slender figure vomiting by the toilet.

Wen Hua is six months pregnant and has not experienced morning sickness for a long time.

But tonight, for some reason, that nauseous feeling came over me.

I couldn't help it at all.

Even after she had vomited all the stomach acid and bile, she still couldn't calm down.

"Why are you throwing up again?" Fu Shishen walked to Wen Hua's side and asked with a frown.

When Wen Hua heard Fu Shishen's voice, she didn't feel relaxed; instead, she was terrified.

She suddenly turned around and looked at Fu Shishen, instinctively wanting to run away.

She didn't even care about her current disheveled state and nervousness.

"Why are you running!" Fu Shishen grabbed Wen Hua's slender wrist without thinking.

The moment his large hand encircled Wen Hua, his brows furrowed.

He felt that Wen Hua had lost weight again.

In the palm of my hand, I could only feel bones, not a bit of flesh.

She was clearly pregnant.

Compared to warmth, ginger is much richer and more flavorful.

After all, everyone was around Jiang Ruan and taking care of her, so she naturally wouldn't be treated unfairly.

This thought made Fu Shishen frown even more.

Without thinking, Wen Hua, who was being held back, blurted out, "Fu Shishen, let me go! Let me go!"

She must have been vomiting for too long, because her voice sounded much weaker.

Even such a voice is hoarse.

Yet, one can still hear resistance and defiance within such voices.

Fu Shishen didn't let go, but he didn't say anything either.

His gaze was fixed on Wen Hua, very quiet.

Wen Hua froze, the two staring at each other.

The atmosphere was slightly stiff, but it was much more relaxed compared to the previous gloom.

"Wen Hua, are you afraid of me?" Fu Shishen asked Wen Hua calmly.

Wen Hua frowned but did not respond to the question.

But this attitude already reveals Wen Hua's thoughts.

It's not fear, it's resistance.

Her hands were still struggling, but Fu Shishen showed no sign of letting go.

He didn't even get angry at Wen Hua's silence.

"You weren't afraid of me before, and you even looked forward to my coming home every time. Knowing I was coming home, you would wait for me in the living room, prepare seafood porridge for me, and run the bathwater. It seems like suddenly, you changed." Fu Shishen mentioned the past.

Wen Hua's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Because she didn't know why Fu Shishen suddenly said these things.

These words laid bare, little by little, all the sacrifices she had made for Fu Shishen.

It ripped open the wound that she had painstakingly stitched up once again.

At that time, Wen Hua's world only consisted of Fu Shishen.

She doesn't like the taste of seafood, but because Fu Shishen likes it, she cooks porridge for him every day.

Fu Shishen, however, drank very little, and was even picky about it.

She passively waited for him to come home every day, and most of the time she was disappointed.

Because Fu Shishen rarely goes home.

But as long as she gets home, Wen Hua is willing to wait until late at night.

Most of their communication takes place in bed.

After getting out of bed, she could only dream of saying another word to Fu Shishen.

Over this period of time, Wen Hua felt that she no longer cared about these things.

But when Fu Shishen brought it up again, she found that her heart was still aching.

Seven years of marriage is probably too long a period of time.

After all, how many seven-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

With these thoughts in mind, Wen Hua became unusually quiet.

She didn't avoid Fu Shishen's gaze and just stared at him.

Fu Shishen suddenly smiled faintly before releasing Wen Hua.

Wen Hua immediately took a step back.

He didn't mind.

He proactively poured water for Wen Hua: "Drink some water and rinse your mouth."

This sudden tenderness was something Wen Hua couldn't get used to.

She didn't appreciate the water Fu Shishen offered her.

"No need, I can handle it myself," Wen Hua replied curtly.

Her eyes remained fixed intently on Fu Shishen: "Fu Shishen, what new way have you come up with to torment me?"

It's generally true that once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of a rope for ten years.

Fu Shishen's gentleness was what she had been longing for the most.

But now, this gentleness is like an abyss, capable of swallowing Wen Hua whole in one gulp.

She was afraid.

Fu Shishen quietly looked at the untouched water glass in his hand.

Because of Wen Hua's force, the water in the cup splashed out.

His gaze darkened slightly, but surprisingly he didn't get angry.

Even Fu Shishen didn't force Wen Hua, and put the water glass aside.

Wen Hua was already tidying up herself.

The two were in the same space, yet they seemed like parallel lines that never intersected.

Even after Wen Hua finished getting ready, she remained highly tense.

After a period of silence, Fu Shishen broke it again: "Why are you still vomiting? Didn't you stop vomiting after three months? Are you feeling unwell?"

These words convey concern.

However, Wen Hua felt that this concern was not directed at her, but rather at the baby in her womb.

After all, this child is key to the equity exchange.

She didn't answer, nor did she want to.

But Wen Hua also seemed to be testing the waters, testing when Fu Shishen would lose his temper.

But this person was surprisingly calm.

"Go to sleep first, I'll have the doctor come over tomorrow," he said calmly.

Wen Hua paused slightly, but then walked out of the restroom without looking back.

This time, Fu Shishen did not follow.

Wen Hua only breathed a sigh of relief after the bathroom door closed.

She didn't know why Fu Shishen had suddenly returned.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom; the person was taking a shower.

This clearly means that Fu Shishen has no intention of leaving.

The relaxed emotions instantly tightened again.

On the surface, however, Wen Hua remained calm and composed.

She lay quietly on the edge of the bed, without making a sound.

The sound of running water stopped, the bathroom door reopened, and Fu Shishen's footsteps reached her ears.

That feeling of trepidation swept over me once again.

The more tense you are, the less you can relax.

Fu Shishen didn't mind. After tidying himself up, he silently returned to bed.

Only a small nightlight remained in the room.

Because Wen Hua needs to get up to use the toilet at night.

Throughout the entire process, Wen Hua never turned around, keeping her back to Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen didn't force her. In the darkness, he quietly watched Wen Hua's figure, his gaze unwavering.

Slender and petite.

Even though she was six months pregnant, her waist and lower back were still visible.

When a person curls up in a ball, the tension and fear are obvious.

Fu Shishen thought of the misunderstanding he had about Wen Hua.

The suppressed heartache and guilt suddenly returned.

Almost unconsciously, he naturally pulled Wen Hua into his arms.