The air in the living room seemed frozen, every second stretching into eternity. Fu Sinian looked at Su Wanning standing in front of Gu Jingchen. The woman he had once sworn to protect for life now shielded another man behind her like a mother bird protecting her chick.
“Su Wanning,” Fu Sinian said, his voice low and dangerous, each word squeezed through clenched teeth, “you knew Gu Jingchen was your ambiguous high school flame. You knew how much this bothered me, yet you still insisted on bringing him into our home.”
His gaze swept over Gu Jingchen like a blade before settling on Su Wanning’s pale face. “This is your ‘ordinary classmate’? A classmate who wears your husband’s shirt, uses your husband’s cup, and even places your intimate photo in this house?”
Su Wanning’s lips trembled slightly, but her eyes remained stubborn. “Fu Sinian, can you stop assuming the worst about people? Jingchen is just going through a rough time. What’s wrong with me helping him as a friend?”
“Helping him?” Fu Sinian let out a cold laugh and stepped forward. “Does helping him mean letting him walk straight into our home? Does it mean tolerating his repeated provocations? Does it mean allowing him to interfere in our marriage?”
His voice rose, the anger he had suppressed for days finally erupting. “Su Wanning, do you think I’m easy to fool? That 100,000 yuan, those nights you didn’t come home, and now this ‘guest’ moving in—do you really take me for a fool?”
Seeing this, Gu Jingchen gently tugged at Su Wanning’s sleeve and said in a low voice, “Wanning, don’t argue with Mr. Fu because of me. I’ll leave now…”
“You don’t need to leave!” Su Wanning suddenly shook off his hand and turned to face Fu Sinian, her eyes blazing with anger. “Fu Sinian, that’s enough! It’s just a shirt and a cup. Do you really need to make such a big deal out of it? Jingchen is just temporarily down on his luck. Can’t you show a bit of compassion and tolerance?”
Fu Sinian stared at her in disbelief, almost doubting his own ears. He could not believe these words were coming from the wife he had been married to for three years. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
“Tolerance?” he repeated, his voice filled with sarcasm. “Haven’t I tolerated enough? Tolerated you lying for him again and again? Tolerated you giving away the gifts I bought you to him? Or tolerated you bringing him into our home to flaunt himself?”
Su Wanning was momentarily speechless, but soon straightened her back, her tone turning sharp. “You weren’t like this before! You used to be gentle and considerate, understanding. Why have you become so petty, so cold and harsh?”
That sentence struck like a poisoned blade, piercing straight through Fu Sinian’s already battered heart. Looking at her righteous expression, he suddenly felt that the woman before him was frighteningly unfamiliar.
“I’m petty? I’m cold and harsh?” Fu Sinian’s voice trembled with anger. “Su Wanning, ask your conscience—from the day we got married until now, when have I ever wronged you? Whatever you wanted, I gave you. Whatever you wanted to do, I never stopped you. Even your current job—I arranged it for you!”
He pointed at Gu Jingchen behind her, his eyes filled with pain. “And now, for a man like this, you trample on our marriage and humiliate your husband?”
Tears finally fell from Su Wanning’s eyes, yet she stubbornly held her head high. “Yes, you’ve been good to me—but everything you gave me was material! You never understood what I truly wanted! Jingchen understands me. He knows what I need!”
“He understands you?” Fu Sinian sneered. “He understands how to take money from you? He understands how to destroy someone else’s family? Su Wanning, wake up. What he’s interested in isn’t you—a married woman—but the Fu family behind you!”
“You’re talking nonsense!” Su Wanning shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. “Jingchen is not that kind of person! Do you think everyone is like you, calculating gains and losses in everything they do?” The source of this chapter is novelping . com.
Gu Jingchen seized the moment to interject, his tone gentle but laced with subtle provocation. “Wanning, stop. Mr. Fu is right. I shouldn’t stay here and make him angry. I’ll go pack my things…”
“You’re not leaving!” Su Wanning grabbed his arm tightly and turned to Fu Sinian. “If anyone leaves, it’ll be me! I can’t stay in this house anymore!”
Watching this scene, Fu Sinian suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity. He remembered how, three years ago when they had just married, Su Wanning would cling to him and say she wanted to make this home warm and cozy, to grow old here together. And now, for another man, she could so easily say she wanted to leave.
“Fine,” Fu Sinian said. His voice suddenly became calm, but beneath that calm lay a brewing storm. “If you want to leave, you can go now. But Su Wanning, think carefully. If you walk out that door today, don’t ever come back.”
Su Wanning froze. She clearly hadn’t expected him to say this. In her mind, Fu Sinian should have softened like before, coming to coax her after her outburst.
A flash of calculation crossed Gu Jingchen’s eyes, but it quickly turned into concern. “Wanning, don’t be impulsive. This is your home…”
“No,” Su Wanning said through clenched teeth, tears streaming down her face. “This hasn’t been my home for a long time. Ever since you became so unreasonable, this place has just been a cold prison!”
Fu Sinian looked at her quietly and said nothing more. In that moment, his heart completely turned cold, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, extinguishing the last trace of warmth.
Outside, the glow of the setting sun gradually faded, and night was about to fall. Inside this home that was once filled with love, a marriage was collapsing in the most brutal way possible.