Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1538 It’s none of your business

Fu Yanchen's face instantly became as gloomy as the thick dark clouds before a storm, and a chilling cold aura emanated from his body.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes wide open, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning in his eyes. His gaze was like an extremely sharp sword, piercing straight at Wen Kerou.

He took a sudden step forward, approaching Wen Kerou, and spoke in a voice filled with suppressed anger, "From what I know, grandma gave all her savings to you two! How dare you still ask for it?"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, with a biting chill.

Wen Kerou seemed to have heard a huge joke. She was stunned at first, and then let out a sharp and piercing "hehe". The laughter seemed particularly abrupt and disgusting in this tense atmosphere.

She put her hands on her hips, her head held high, and her face showed an almost crazy greed and roguery.

She deliberately dragged out her voice and said in a sarcastic tone, "Her savings are nothing. They're just a drop in the bucket. Over the years, the old lady has been suffering from illnesses big and small. We've taken her to all the major hospitals, running around like headless flies. Registering, waiting in line, finding specialists—which one is free, which one is easy? We've almost used up all our family savings on her medical treatment, and we're even in debt."

Just as she was speaking, she suddenly stretched out a hand without any warning, and pointed it straight at Fu Yanchen, as if to pierce him.

At the same time, her voice seemed to be raised an octave by an invisible force, sounding particularly harsh in this originally quiet environment.

"Now that he's dead, it's naturally up to you to take care of the funeral!"

Her words were filled with undisguised anger and dissatisfaction, and she seemed to have a great grudge against Fu Yanchen.

She paused briefly, as if trying to calm herself down, but quickly continued, "Over the years, we've taken care of her wholeheartedly. The effort and energy we've put in is definitely not worth her pitiful savings!"

"Think about it. We have to cook, wash, and clean for her every day, and even chat with her to keep her company. Isn't all this time and energy worth anything? How about this? Give us five million. Isn't that a high price? You who pay the money, have no idea how exhausted we are."

"In order to take care of the old lady, we have postponed many important social events and missed many good opportunities to make money. How can we calculate these losses? Lost work wages and hardship pay, five million is already a friendly price I give you for the sake of our relationship. This amount of money is just a matter of moving your fingers for you, Fu Yanchen, it's nothing at all."

Fu Yanchen was so angry at her shameless remarks that he was shaking all over. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was about to rush up and punch Wen Kerou in the next second.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then said coldly, "Charles, do you still have any conscience? Grandma raised you with great difficulty, and it's fine if you're not grateful, but now you're trying to extort money from her after she dies. Five million? Why don't you just rob a bank? That's faster!"

This time, Charles seemed to have lost all his strength. His mouth was tightly closed, as if it was stuck with glue. He couldn't utter a word. He just stood there blankly, his eyes revealing confusion and struggle.

Wen Kerou was furious when she saw Charles like this. Her eyes were as big as copper bells, as if they were about to spit fire. She glared at Charles fiercely and yelled at him, "Charles, are you deaf? Why are you pretending to be dumb now? Aren't you usually very talkative?"

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, and it seemed particularly abrupt in this depressing atmosphere.

Charles' body trembled slightly, as if awakened by Wen Kerou's roar.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of bloodshot, which were traces of anger and chilling heart.

He looked at Wen Kerou, his voice trembling slightly but extremely firm.

"Wen Kerou, listen to me! This is our Cha family's past, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"You...what did you say?"

"The grievances between Xu Xiaoxiao and our family are all our own business. Don't get involved here and stop messing with me! Look at you, all you think about is money. What else can you see besides money? Do you still have any humanity in your eyes?"

"No money, nothing to eat..." Wen Kerou said.

"My mother just passed away. Her body is still warm, and her soul may still be wandering in this house. And yet you are so eager to settle old scores with me! Don't you have any humanity at all? How can you say such words to me at this time!"

His voice grew louder and louder, until he was almost roaring, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and pain that had been pent up in his heart for a long time.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his body was shaking with excitement.

"My mother raised me with so much hardship and sacrificed so much for me, but now she's gone. It's such a heavy blow to me! My only wish is to give her a grand funeral so that her soul can rest in peace."

"However, what about you? You seem to have no understanding of my feelings at all. All you think about is money, money, money! Don't you know that money is not omnipotent? It can't make up for the pain of losing my mother, nor can it replace the warmth of family love?"

"Do you really consider my mother as your family? Do you consider me as your husband? If you really care about us, you wouldn't treat this matter so coldly. You should work with me to carefully prepare for my mother's funeral and let her pass away without regrets."

Charles' eyes gradually turned red and tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

Wen Kerou was stunned by Charles's fierce words. She didn't expect that her usually docile husband would suddenly get so angry.

She opened her mouth to retort, but found that she couldn't find the right words.

Charles took a deep breath, as if he wanted to gather all the strength in his body into this breath.

His chest heaved violently, revealing his inner excitement and anxiety.

However, he tried hard to control his emotions, closed his eyes tightly, and tried to calm himself down.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as cold as a star, staring straight at the person in front of him.

His voice was low and cold, devoid of any emotion: "I have to take care of my mother's funeral. This is my responsibility and obligation as a son. If you don't want to take care of it, then get out of here as soon as possible! Don't get in the way here. It's annoying just looking at me!"

After saying that, he turned around and didn't look at Wen Kerou again, as if looking at her any longer would make him more painful.

Wen Kerou,,,