Chapter 3: A nominal Mrs. Fu

After Luo Enxi took a taxi and returned to Fu's house, she fell asleep early.
She thought there would be no other accidents tonight, but she still underestimated Fu Haochen's hatred towards her.
In the misty sleep, Luo Enxi weighed heavily on her body and wanted to turn over on the bed, but her limbs could not move at all.
A heavy body was pressing her tightly against her chest.
The next moment, there was a cold in her chest, her pajamas had been torn apart by the other party, and the feeling of hot and humid spread on her chest little by little.
Luo Enxi was frightened and opened his eyes abruptly. Her frightened eyes were just right against a pair of deep black eyes.
The room was dark, and with the sporadic moonlight outside the window, she could still see the man in front of her.
It is her husband-Fu Haochen.
"You... why are you back?" Luo Enxi's voice was still hoarse because he had just woke up.
"Luo Enxi, this is my house. You are my wife. I'll go to bed with my wife. Can't it?" Fu Haochen locked her eyes tightly and fixed her hands on both sides.
"You...no...I don't want..." At this time, Luo Enxi's sleepiness had gone more than half.
I thought that just now this man and her sister had a skin-to-skin relationship, and now he came to provoke her again, which made her feel dirty!
"No? You can't do this kind of thing?" Fu Haochen said coldly, raising her hands above her head easily with one hand, and fettering her, with the other hand, he started to go down and pull her pajamas.
"Fu Haochen, you let me go...I don't want it, I don't allow it..." Luo Enxi tried to struggle hard, but the other party pressed her down, and she couldn't get away.
"You are not allowed? Huh! Luo Enxi, what are you still pretending to be pure? Which part of your body I haven't seen, touched, touched, eh?"
Fu Haochen sneered cruelly, his white teeth sharp and cold in the moonlight.
Luo Enxi closed her eyes, wet tears slipped down her face, humiliation and unwillingness overflowed her heart.
"You were just with my sister, I beg you, don't touch me now, I am too dirty..." She choked and gritted her teeth.
Fu Haochen's pull on her pajamas suddenly stopped.
He raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him seriously, stretched out his hand, and with his index finger and thumb, he squeezed Luo Enxi's cheek.
"Are you dirty? Ha! Luo Enxi, are you clean? Don't forget, how did you marry me back then!"
The man said word by word, in the dark night, like invisible slaps, severely slapped Luo Enxi's face.
Yes, he was reminding her that three years ago, how shameless she was to design him, climbed onto his bed, and finally, with the help of his grandmother, successfully became his wife.
Because of this, his first love, He Xia Nuan, couldn't stand the stimulus after learning about his marriage. The child had a miscarriage and was finally admitted to a mental hospital.
"Fu Haochen, I was wrong, I regret..." Luo Enxi's delicate little face was almost deformed by the man's big hand, and she said with difficulty.
"Don't you say that you are wrong, do you regret it? Will Xia Nuan and I's children survive? You are a murderer, a murderer!" The man squeezed her face by the hand, slid down, and came The woman's slender neck was pinched fiercely.
Luo Enxi suffocated her breath, her eyebrows locked tightly because of pain, "I didn't, I..." She kept shaking her head, but she couldn't argue...
It is true that He Xia Nuan lost her child and became a mental patient after an emotional breakdown... But her results were not much better. She thought that by marrying Fu Haochen, she would be happy...
In the end, she was only a nominal Mrs. Fu, and in Fu Haochen's eyes, she was not as good as the prostitute outside.
If she knew that He Xia Nuan had been pregnant for a month, she would never agree to her grandma's request and force Fu Haochen to marry her.
"Luo Enxi, I hate you and marry you just to torture you slowly and to humiliate you!" Fu Haochen smiled, and slammed his hand down.
With a hiss, the sound of the cloth shattering suddenly sounded.
It was Luo Enxi's pajamas, torn in half under his big hands.