C12 Who Bullied You?

Sun Sijing slowly stood up, pretending to be kind and gentle, and came forward to hold her hand affectionately: "Cousin, don't be angry, Aunt Wang was just worried about me, you know I carry the child of the Fu family, that's why she cares so much about me."

She was still pretending?

Wen Shishi felt disgusted.

The mother-in-law, Wang Fang, got even angrier hearing her words. She pulled Sun Sijing to protect her, pointed to Wen Shishi's nose, and said, “I don't even want to see her again! I hate her! To be married for four years without even giving birth to a child, does she want to destroy our entire Fu family with her own hands?!"

"Aunt Wang, calm down. It's not her fault that she can't bear children. She didn't mean it ..."

"My dear Jing, why are you so kind? She's abusing you, and you still want to speak up for her? I tell you, there are such cruel people in this world, worse than wolves. You treat her well, and she will bite you in return! You silly child …"

What a farce.

Wen Shishi looked at Wang Fang and Sun Sijing, feeling disgusted.

"Look, your matters don't concern me at all," Wen Shishi interrupted. "After I sign the divorce agreement, we will no longer have any connection with each other."

Wang Fang wanted to continue but was stopped by Sun Sijing.

She smiled and said, "Cousin, Yicheng is not at home today. The divorce agreement is upstairs, in the bedroom. Follow me."

She had lived in this house for four years.

She knew every corner, every floor tile.

She was the original mistress of that bedroom, but now the roles had reversed, and Sun Sijing was the one leading the way.

"Here it is. Take a look and, if you have no objections, sign it."

Sun Sijing handed her a stack of documents.

Wen Shishi skimmed through the document a few times. It did not have many provisions and only emphasized that she didn't have any rights over the Fu family's fortune.

Nevermind, she never thought of taking money from the Fu family anyway.

"Where's the pen?"

Sun Sijing sat on the edge of the bed and showed the desk beside her with her chin. "Over there."

Wen Shishi glanced at her knowing she was deliberately making things difficult for her. She didn't want to drag it out any longer, so she just walked to the desk.

The pen was in the middle of the desk, placed on a large red wedding invitation.

She took the pen, and signed her name. "I've signed, are you satisfied now?"

Sun Sijing smiled, looking at her signature, "Yes, of course, I'm satisfied. Cousin, that's good that you thought things through. Yicheng said that if you can't have children, your marriage is a lie. He originally wanted to sue you in court and ask you to compensate him one million for emotional damage. I had to advocate for you a lot, to make him change his mind. No matter what, we are sisters, and I can't bear to see you homeless as you try to pay off your debt."

Wen Shishi said, "You expect me to thank you?"

"I saved you a million dollars. Shouldn't you thank me?"

Wen Shishi sneered, "You want money? Ok then. Let Fu Yicheng personally ask me for it. As long as he has the face to do so, I will give it to him."

Every minute and every second she spent in this bedroom was depressing. Wen Shishi didn't want to stay any longer, so she turned around and left.

"Wait …"

Sun Sijing stopped her, "I forgot to tell you, Yicheng and I are getting married next month."

Wen Shishi ignored her. "Whatever. It has nothing to do with me."

"You are my family, so of course it has something to do with you." Sun Sijing deliberately held her stomach as she walked in front of her and said, "I remember you were a makeup artist before you got married? Why don't you do my makeup at the wedding? If you do, I'll save you the red package. With your current financial capabilities, you probably won't be able to bring even a thousand yuan, right?"

Wen Shishi laughed. "Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you?"

"You wouldn't dare! I am now the Fu family's treasure; if you dare to poison me, Yicheng will make you pay with your life, and when that happens, how will you take care of Sun Keqin, who is still struggling in the hospital? Will you let him starve to death in the hospital?"

Wen Shishi was furious. "Are you human? Uncle is your father!"

"So what? He's just a poor, insignificant security guard. His salary is only two thousand yuan a month, not even enough for me to buy a set of clothes. It would have been better if he had died quickly, as not to shame me after I became Lady Fu."

"Pa!" Wen Shishi gave her a slap.

"Sun Sijing, listen up. Uncle won't have such a daughter from now on. Just live your life as the wife of a rich family. I will take care of Uncle!"

Heading out of the Fu family villa, Wen Shishi was determined to leave behind all resentments.

Wang Fang had a right saying. In this world, there were people crueler than wolves. You gave them everything, and they turned to bit you.

That slap she gave was not light. Even now, her palm was still numb.

Seeing Sun Sijing's red and swollen face, Wang Fang was so angry that she wanted to slap Wen Shishi. "You dare to hit her? You actually turned against us?

Wen Shishi grabbed her raised hand and threw it aside, gritting her teeth. "If it weren't for my uncle, I wouldn't have stopped with just a slap."

"Wen Shishi, you have the gall of a leopard, don't you…"

Behind her, her mother-in-law, Wang Fang, cursed with all kinds of nasty words, calling her a jinx, saying that she should be hit by a car or struck by lightning, and died without a complete corpse.

Wen Shishi smirked. She had gained a lot of knowledge about cursing. Only Wang Fang could scold people in so many ways.

By the time she got back to the Hilton, it was getting dark.

Mr. Sniper didn't like the light, so she put out all lights, leaving only a dim yellow light in the kitchen, over the table full of dishes. Two sets of chopsticks and bowls, on the left and the right of the table, were facing each other with a few dishes between them.

The homemade food's aroma filled the air.

"Beep ~ ~ ~"

The door opened.

Wen Shishi turned off the light in the kitchen and went out to greet him, "You're back ... I don't know what you like, I made some ordinary dishes. If you don't like it, I'll do it again now ... "

A strong pull threw her into a broad, warm chest.

Mr. Sniper's voice came from above her head, gentle and affectionate: "Do you feel wronged?"

She sniffed and smiled. "No."

"Little liar, I can tell you cried." Mr. Sniper took her to sit on the bed.

Wen Shishi struggled before saying, "Let's eat first. It will get cold later."

"No rush," Mr. Sniper pulled her to sit on his lap and gently lifted her chin. "Tell me first, who bullied you?"