Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 33 Okay, you're my wife

In the evening, Zhou Gangxun returned from the construction site carrying a pound of freshly bought pork belly.

Upon seeing the fruit on the coffee table, his gaze naturally deepened.

His wife has found another man.

He glanced at Ruan Zhijuan, who was facing away from him, her neck exposed on the balcony, completely unguarded. He turned on the TV, and the familiar suspenseful and thrilling music started playing again.

It's the same show, "The Cook".

The story continues from the second half.

Zhou Gangxun took a knife from the shelf, rinsed it with water, and began slicing the raw pork in his hand. His dark eyes were fixed on the clean, bright red cherries in the white porcelain bowl on the table, which looked very tempting and made his mouth dry.

But it's too big.

His wife isn't like that.

Zhou Gangxun slowly withdrew his gaze and continued cutting the meat.

"Why...why are you so quiet...?" Ruan Zhijuan had just taken off the underwear she washed at noon and spat out the cherry pit in her mouth when she suddenly heard the sound of the TV. She turned her head and saw Zhou Gangxun appear in the kitchen like a ghost, still cutting raw meat.

Even the kitchen area became noticeably darker, ugh~

"Is this my braised pork? You said you'd make it for me for dinner." Ruan Zhijuan glanced at me and reminded me, grabbing a cherry and stuffing it into her mouth, gesturing as she spoke, "Cut it into big pieces, you can't taste the meat if it's too thin..."

With a "bang," Zhou Gangxun's knife embedded itself in the cutting board. His dark eyes fell on Ruan Zhijuan. "How big is big? Just grab it and gnaw on it, okay?"

It's like biting into the flesh of your damned lover, oh, I mean, your dead lover ( ◠ x ◠ ).

As Zhou Gangxun turned around, the lump of raw meat on the cutting board finally revealed its full appearance to Ruan Zhijuan: light red meat with a layer of white fat...

What kind of meat is this...?

It's...it's pork, right?

The moment Ruan Zhijuan had this thought, she heard a man's scream coming from the television, "Ah!"

The woman in the video kills the man with a hammer, then drags his body to the bathroom. The scene quickly cuts to the woman disposing of her husband in the kitchen.

Red chunks of meat, seeping blood, were cut off piece by piece...

Ruan Zhijuan's eyes widened like copper bells ┌(๑ʘ∀ʘ)┘, how come this... how come this movie is like this!

He didn't see it that way before.

Ruan Zhijuan swallowed hard, then ran to the coffee table, grabbed a peach, and ran over to Zhou Gangxun, awkwardly asking, "Do...do you want some peaches?"

"You didn't get to eat any of what I bought before, so this is something I bought especially for you today..."

Zhou Gangxun looked at the peach that was being shoved into his hand, and what he heard was, "Zhou Gangxun, look at this peach, I poisoned it, I put it specifically on you (́ಢ.౪ಢ‵)~*, hehehe..."

They've already found another job so quickly.

Can't stand it anymore? Want to kill him and have an affair with your second lover?

Haven't we received his compensation for the accident yet?

Zhou Gangxun's gaze fell on Ruan Zhijuan's face. "I've never liked peaches."

He held the peach to Ruan Zhijuan's lips, "I'll just watch you eat it, take a bite."

Ruan Zhijuan dawdled around his hand, like a rat nibbling at the fruit flesh in circles by a sewer can, stuffing it into her mouth as she grumbled, "I've already eaten one. The doctor said I can't eat too many... If... if I have an allergic reaction, it's your fault, you have to take responsibility... get me treated..."

Excuse.

Zhou Gangxun stared at Ruan Zhijuan's lips as she kept sucking and biting on the peach flesh. (๑ʘ̅ ε￣๑) How disgusting! The peach juice was dripping onto his hands, and she was licking his fingers with her dirty tongue. So filthy...

I want to pinch it and pull it out (￢з￢).

Oh, she's feeling guilty for doing something wrong and is trying to seduce him.

He's no good, let alone licking his fingers, even if he licked his... oh, okay ₍•ʚ•₎•ʚ•₎•ʚ•₎.

Zhou Gangxun frowned and paused for a moment, then pinched Ruan Zhijuan's cheek in annoyance, stuffed a peach into his mouth, and strode into the bathroom with his long legs.

Turn on the tap.

Turn the water temperature to the lowest setting and aim it at the shower.

His face was coated with something slippery and soft...

In the living room, Ruan Zhijuan, with a peach in his mouth, secretly took a few more bites. He blinked and looked at the bathroom where the water was constantly running. He had just given Zhou Gangxun a peach, but Zhou Gangxun didn't like it. If he was angry with him, it would be because he was being unreasonable.

Ruan Zhijuan walked to the bathroom door, pressed herself against it, and peered inside with blinking eyes. "Zhou Gangxun, are you taking a shower...?"

"Do you know how much that peach you just ate cost me? Five yuan! I spent all the money I had left over yesterday on you, I didn't even spend a penny on myself..."

Actually, no, Uncle Wu didn't take any money from him, but Zhou Gangxun didn't know that.

"Zhou Gangxun..." Ruan Zhijuan's fingers dug into the bathroom door frame. "I don't even know how much money you have. I'm your wife, your money is our money, so you should tell me..."

What if he really runs out of money one day and gets detained, and Zhou Gangxun's money isn't enough to redeem him?

Just a door away, Zhou Gangxun stood in the cold water, his eyes wide open, staring coldly at the water jets from the showerhead. Very well, now it's time to inquire about the amount of his estate after his death.

The rat's tail is showing.

Ruan the Mouse continued his eloquent self-analysis, "Even if you go bankrupt, you should still have a lot of money. Even a starved camel is bigger than a bird. Besides, you work every day, so you should earn a lot of money from both jobs..."

As they were talking, Zhou Gangxun came out of the bathroom, shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose trousers that reached his hips, and his body was still wet.

He raised his hand and deliberately tossed the pair of pants he had taken off onto Ruan Zhijuan's head, saying, "Count them yourself."

"Ugh!" The entire crotch of the pants landed squarely on Ruan Zhijuan's face.

Realizing what was happening, Ruan Zhijuan immediately bristled Σ(ŎдŎ|||)ﾉﾉ, ripped off her pants, and screamed, "Aaaaaah! So dirty! So filthy!"

"Zhou Gangxun, how could you just throw it in my face like that! (งᵒ̌皿ᵒ̌)ง⁼³₌₃"

Is it dirty?

Zhou Gangxun leaned against the door, his dark eyes fixed on Ruan Zhijuan's face without blinking. He curled his lips and unconsciously clenched his fist in the air, but his pants reacted that strongly.

If I woke up one day and found his whole face covered by him sitting on me... I'd be scared to death.

Then he had to wash his wife's underwear, who was incontinent.

They were born to be busy.

Ruan Zhijuan angrily wiped his face with his hands, trying to restore his facial cleanliness. He disgustedly grabbed Zhou Gangxun's pants, touched the bulge, and pulled out a thick wad of money.

They were all loose bills.

There were two red ones, five dark green ones, six tan ones, three blue ten-yuan ones, and the rest were one-yuan and five-mao ones.

Ruan Zhijuan was no longer angry. She took the money, sat down on the sofa, and counted it: one hundred, two hundred and fifty... six hundred... twenty-five yuan.

More than six hundred yuan!

"There's still four hundred left, which I gave as a gift," Zhou Gangxun added in a flat tone.

Four hundred yuan, for the wedding gift.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Zhijuan's mind hadn't even processed it before her body took a step forward. She suddenly stood up and was about to walk towards Zhou Gangxun, her round eyes staring at him in disbelief. What...what four hundred dollars? Why do I have to give four hundred dollars as a gift?

"You... how could you waste money like that! That's my... our money...! You spend money so extravagantly, do you think you're rich? (｡･ˇʚˇ･｡) From now on, I'll manage the money..."

As Ruan Zhijuan spoke, she stuffed the money into her pocket, glancing nervously at Zhou Gangxun as she did so, afraid that Zhou Gangxun would rush over and hit her.

Even his parents didn't give him such a large sum of money. Although Zhou Gangxun was his husband, this was still six hundred yuan.

Oh no, it could have been a thousand.

Ruan Zhijuan started to sulk again. Zhou Gangxun's money was all his; how could he spend four hundred yuan without saying a word?

He didn't even dare to think about how much Zhou Gangxun had squandered before, afraid that just thinking about it would make his heart ache (ಥ з ಥ).

Zhou Gangxun stared at Ruan Zhijuan with a cold gaze, his lips curling into a half-smile as he whispered, "Fine, mind your own business. You're my wife."

But if it's not ⌓‿⌓, then you have to give back everything you've taken in, including interest.