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

Chapter 88 How Did BB Steal a Kiss from Me?

The villa swimming pool project was completed in 28 days ahead of schedule, and Zhou Gangxun's account received more than 40,000 yuan. The bidding results were also announced, and without a doubt, Zhou Gangxun won the project.

"Buzzing—"

Zhou Gangxun, who was in the kitchen, glanced at the phone and answered it.

"Zhou Gangxun~ Zhou Gangxun~ What are you doing?" Ruan Zhijuan asked on the other end of the phone.

"Cook." Zhou Gangxun put his phone on speakerphone on the kitchen counter. "Beef and seaweed rice balls, garlic bok choy, braised beef, and the meaty chili peppers you ordered. How many do you want later?"

He learned how to make the beef with chili sauce from the old lady who sells baby bok choy at the market; it's quite simple to make.

"How big is the beef and seaweed rice ball?" Ruan Zhijuan's voice came through the phone. "If your hand is that big, I can only eat one and a half, and you'd have to add extra beef~"

"You'll see when you come out. There's a little bit of rice mixed in with the beef." Zhou Gangxun gave a slight smile, lifted the pot lid, scooped out the braised beef, and fanned the aroma with the lid. "Can you smell the fragrance? The braised beef is ready."

"I smell it! I smell it! It smells so good..." Ruan Zhijuan ran out of the bedroom with the phone in hand, heading straight for the braised beef and beef and seaweed rice balls in the kitchen. "It looks so delicious."

The much-grown-up Xiao Hei slowly followed Ruan Zhijuan to the kitchen, tumbling here and there.

Since getting the phone card, Ruan Zhijuan has been calling Zhou Gangxun, who lives under the same roof, almost every day. Sometimes she hides in the bedroom, and sometimes she hides in the bathroom, pretending that the two of them are several streets and buildings apart.

Sometimes the phone call would start with, "Zhou Gangxun, what are you doing?", and sometimes it would start with, "Guess what I'm doing, Zhou Gangxun."

Zhou Gangxun would always keep Ruan Zhijuan company while they talked. He always encouraged this behavior, saying that making a phone call didn't cost much and that she should develop the good habit of calling him to talk.

"Knock knock knock—"

There was a knock at the door, and Zhou Gang went to open it.

Ji Huanping and Su Anle knocked on the door, asking Ruan Zhijuan if she wanted to go downstairs to burn paper money for Bai Zhiqi, since the director surnamed Qi had just been executed this morning.

The two of them seemed to have become much more silent and mature overnight.

Zhou Gangxun accompanied Ruan Zhijuan to burn the offerings. They bought a lot, and it took several hours to finish burning them.

……

At night, Ruan Zhijuan, who had finally fallen asleep in Zhou Gangxun's mouth, had a dream.

I dreamt that I was walking alone late at night on a road covered in yellow sand. There were shadowy figures all around me, as if pairs of legs were following me forward, but when I looked up to the side, I couldn't see anything.

"Woof woof woof!" "Giggle giggle!"

The road ahead was filled with the incessant barking of dogs and crowing of roosters, the noise drilling into my eardrums with a sharp, scraping sensation, eerily unsettling.

Ruan Zhijuan couldn't stop; her legs seemed to be being pushed as she kept walking forward along the road.

The words "Evil Dog Ridge" came into view, carved on a rock at the foot of the mountain.

Next to it were two vertical columns of small red characters: "The wicked cannot escape; the innocent will leave on their own."

Ruan Zhijuan entered Evil Dog Ridge. He didn't see any dogs, but he could hear fierce and menacing barking, which made him shrink back in fear.

As I walked, my gaze fell upon a disheveled face.

Ruan Zhijuan couldn't help but widen his eyes; he saw his fake mother from his previous life.

Only a severed head was being held in the mouth of a huge, strangely shaped dog. The fake mother was still groaning in pain, but the dog mercilessly snapped it in half with a "crunch," chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Ruan Zhijuan was so frightened by this scene that her eyes turned red and her legs trembled. She continued to walk and run forward, crying out, "Where am I? Why is my fake mother from my past life here? And why was she bitten to death?"

Zhou Gangxun... Waaah... You bastard... Did you let go of my hand when you were holding me to sleep? Otherwise, how did he end up here? You're such a useless jerk...

The next place is Jinji Mountain.

As soon as Ruan Zhijuan's legs turned into the mountain, he saw his fake father from his previous life, like a tattered flag, with only half of his body remaining. His human skin swayed back and forth as he was strung on a tree branch. A big red-eyed rooster stood on the branch, proudly pecking at the little flesh left on his fake father's body.

With each nip, the fake father would cry out in pain; unlike the fake mother, his eyesight was good.

So when he saw Ruan Zhijuan, his eyes widened instantly, and the next moment, the rooster hooked its beak into his head and began pecking at his brains.

The fake father let out a heart-wrenching scream, but he died shortly afterward.

After finishing its meal, the golden rooster's gaze fell on Ruan Zhijuan. Ruan Zhijuan screamed in fright, covered her head, and ran away, muttering, "Laozi, may your will be swiftly granted... Namo Amitabha... Prajnaparamita... Prajnaparamita... Why can pineapple exorcise ghosts...?"

Ruan Zhijuan quickly disappeared.

The fake father on the tree woke up again after a short while, his brains empty as the rooster continued to peck at him.

Ruan Zhijuan did not know that those who have died will not die again, but will be tormented by vicious dogs and golden roosters for eternity, torn apart and devoured, and will not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Those who commit evil deeds will be repeatedly tormented in the deepest hell after death, and will never be able to be reborn.

After running for a while, a bridge appeared in front of Ruan Zhijuan. There were many people lined up on one side of the bridge, all with pale skin and looking like walking corpses. Among them, Ruan Zhijuan saw Bai Zhiqi.

Bai Zhiqi, who was in line, seemed to sense something and suddenly looked in Ruan Zhijuan's direction. She was a little surprised, then smiled and waved her hand stiffly at him, "You've come to the wrong place. Go home."

Then the white mist on the bridge dissipated, revealing the words "Bridge of Helplessness".

Ruan Zhijuan had seen this on a TV series. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the groups of "people" in disbelief. Ha, ha, so this is the underworld! He's in a den of ghosts!

"You've gone the wrong way." A chilling voice, neither human nor non-human, suddenly rang out, accompanied by a deep, cold chanting of Buddhist scriptures. The buzzing sound made Ruan Zhijuan feel palpitations, her whole body go limp, and her hands and feet go numb.

"The living should not walk the path of the dead."

As soon as the sinister voice finished speaking, Ruan Zhijuan's vision suddenly went black, and she felt extremely dizzy and nauseous, as if the world was spinning around her.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in my familiar bedroom.

Ruan Zhijuan blinked, his mind blank, his body covered in cold sweat. He thought for a while but couldn't think of anything. Finally, he looked at Zhou Gangxun, who was holding him. Hmph, needless to say, he was definitely eaten by Zhou Gangxun.

He raised his hand and slapped Zhou Gangxun across the face.

Ruan Zhijuan pouted, kicked him away, covered her red chest, came out of the bedroom, sat down at the desk in the living room, turned on the small desk lamp, opened the dictionary, and began to write in her diary.

He wants to expose the crimes of that scoundrel Zhou Gangxun to the public, to make public his crimes public, and to settle personal scores... Scratch that, he's got some culture now, that word isn't right.

"Today is August 20th, in the early morning..."

Zhou Gangxun had just said that, while keeping his head down, he asked him, "Wife, right now it's you who thinks it's good, you want it, so it's like you're asking me to help you, right?"

"Learn to speak like me, wife. Say, 'Honey, help me.'"

So, with her eyes red and burning, Ruan Zhijuan reluctantly imitated, "Husband... help me..."

"What can I do?"

Zhou Gangxun spoke casually in Cantonese, his tone gentle and drawn out, as if deliberately teasing, "Is it the baby who needs help, or the wife? Let them come over and say hello."

Hmph. Ruan Zhijuan began to recount the events. At first, it was Zhou Gangxun sleepwalking and wanting to eat him. Later, it became Zhou Gangxun wanting to eat him because his legs hurt, his hearing was bad, and he wanted to smoke... Now, it has become that he himself likes it and wants Zhou Gangxun to help him eat him.

It just doesn't look right, even though he hasn't figured out the process yet.

In her diary, Ruan Zhijuan wrote fiercely, "My husband is a shameless scoundrel."

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious. He's a super bad man, a dog of a man."

"There is no one worse than him in the world; even my wickedness pales in comparison."

阮稚眷把日记本翻到后面，都是密密麻麻的帐单，是周港循给他的钱和给他花的钱，电话卡：200、手机：1000多、零花钱：600+600+500+1000、眼镜：1000多、过敏治疗费：150多、桃子：30……

At the bottom it reads: "Based on the price in my past life, Zhou Gangxun would have been able to buy me long ago."

"So he is my husband."

Ruan Zhijuan's gaze lingered on the bills. Actually, it wasn't that bad. Bad men wouldn't spend money on themselves. She used to smoke cigarettes for two or three yuan a week, but now she doesn't smoke anymore. Apart from food, she spends all her money on him.

He knows perfectly well that poor people are most sensitive to money.

Ruan Zhijuan crossed out those words, put the diary away, and went back to bed.

He touched the face he had just slapped Zhou Gangxun, huffed and puffed, and hesitantly went over to give Zhou Gangxun a perfunctory kiss on the face with his lips, then pulled away immediately.

Ruan Zhijuan swooped back to her side and vigorously wiped her mouth. "It's filthy! It smells like a stinky, bad dog."

Ruan Zhijuan cursed, wondering what a stinky dog ​​tasted like... He stuck out his tongue and carefully licked his lips.

It has no taste.

Hmph, he doesn't care to know, it must taste terrible.

Ruan Zhijuan closed her eyes and fell asleep, still fuming.

A few minutes later, Zhou Gangxun opened his eyes, got up, and buried himself in Ruan Zhijuan's body.

"You stole a kiss from me, how can you be so slutty, baby."