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

Chapter 125 Zhou Gangxun's Big Bad Dog User Manual

A dozen minutes later.

"Would you like something to eat?" Zhou Gangxun touched Ruan Zhijuan's stomach and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Hmm, but I want to lie here and kiss you a little longer." Ruan Zhijuan whine playfully, her back pressed against Zhou Gangxun's chest, listening to the pounding of their hearts.

"Zhou Gangxun, when did you get this tattooed? Why did you secretly tattoo my name on it?" Ruan Zhijuan touched the tattoo of his name on Zhou Gangxun's skin with her fingers, which was hot. Her palm could just cover it. The font was the same as the name he wrote on his exam paper.

Tattoos are very difficult to remove; even if you try to remove them, they will leave a mark.

Therefore, Zhou Gangxun's body will henceforth bear his name.

"I got the tattoo a week ago." Actually, Zhou Gangxun had consulted about tattoos a month or two ago, but he was allergic to most of the chemical inks on the market, so after the skin test, he had to give up.

It wasn't until a week ago that the tattoo shop owner mixed a pigment with very low allergy rates, which allowed me to get this tattoo.

Zhou Gangxun kissed Ruan Zhijuan's cheek, without the slightest shame, and said, "It's normal for a dog husband to tattoo his wife's name."

"Then I want to get a tattoo too, on my thigh." Ruan Zhijuan rubbed against Zhou Gangxun, then lifted her leg and pointed, "Right here, I'll get your name tattooed, Zhou Gangxun, so they'll blend together like before."

"Tattoos hurt a lot, honey," Zhou Gangxun chuckled, kissing the corner of Ruan Zhijuan's eye and coaxing her, "If you want, I'll write it on for you every morning."

He took out a pen from his suit jacket, pinched a piece of flesh from Ruan Zhijuan's leg, and wrote the three characters "Zhou Gangxun" on it, then drew a curly-haired, long-eared puppy.

"Now they're all together."

Ruan Zhijuan looked at the "fake tattoo" on her leg, touched it with her fingers, and felt that it was not enough. "I still want it to be tattooed. This one can be rubbed off with a little effort. Zhou Gangxun, I don't want it to come off. I am your wife, the owner of your dog, so your name should also remain on my body forever."

Zhou Gangxun chuckled, clearly amused by his wife's possessive words, "You're still young, wife. When you're twenty-seven, if you still want a tattoo, I'll take you to a tattoo shop."

When a tattoo needle pierces the skin, it will turn red, bleed, scab over, and inevitably cause pain or inflammation and swelling.

Ruan Zhijuan has delicate skin, and Zhou Gangxun didn't want him to suffer like this.

"It's settled then, Zhou Gangxun." Ruan Zhijuan counted on her fingers and started planning. "I still have eight years before I turn twenty-seven, so for these eight years, you have to write it down for me every single day, without missing a single day."

"Of course." Zhou Gangxun hugged Ruan Zhijuan, resting his chin on the crook of her neck. "Do you know what I was thinking when you were touching the tattoo just now?"

Ruan Zhijuan knew that a dog's mouth couldn't produce ivory, so she kindly played along with the bad dog, asking, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking..." Zhou Gangxun whispered in Ruan Zhijuan's earlobe, making a flirtatious remark in a serious tone, "You like touching tattoos so much, why didn't you get that wicked thing tattooed on you back then?"

"A slut is a slut," Ruan Zhijuan cursed, kissing Zhou Gangxun's lips.

"Yes, that's me." Zhou Gangxun smiled, took a lighter, and burned the torn-off piece of paper containing the unsightly lie to the heavens.

He took the diary and checked it one by one to see if there were any remaining phrases about "not loving each other." On a certain page at the back, it read: "[Zhou the Big Bad Dog User Manual]".

"What is this again?" Zhou Gangxun's first reaction upon seeing it was that it might be the same content he had written in the group about Ruan Zhijuan's likes and dislikes.

However, there's probably not much he can remember, except for one thing: he liked to sleep with Ruan Zhijuan and kiss her.

The diary entries read: "To my future little Ruan, Zhou Gangxun and I are eight years apart, which means there will inevitably be a physical difference. Even I, a nineteen-year-old who only finished second grade, understand this. I hope you, who have read more books, will not forget it."

If you find that he can't hear you when you talk to him, take him to see a doctor. Then consider whether he's been spending too much time with those utterly worthless bad men lately, causing Zhou Gangxun heartache and worry.

He's afraid you'll go with those people, and even more afraid they'll deceive you and not cherish you.

You are someone he painstakingly raised and nurtured. Those bad men gave you nothing, so don't hurt Zhou Gangxun or make him unhappy because of their sweet words or momentary pleasure.

Otherwise, I'll tell him that if I ever have the thought of running away again, I should break my legs.

[Or I could start taking a slow-acting poison now, and die before you, the one who might harm him, arrive.]

Sigh, but Zhou Gangxun can't bear to part with me; he'll definitely cry his eyes out.

So, I won't take my medicine, and you shouldn't bully him. You should love him well.

Besides this reason, another possibility is that he was too comfortable.

He lacks self-control in this regard; after all, he only started having sex when he was almost thirty, and it was with such a beautiful and wonderful wife like me—it's no wonder he developed a taste for it.

So you need to keep an eye on him. When he feels unwell, you should tell him to stop. He listens to you a lot. Normally, let him do what he wants as much as possible. Although he may not pay attention to his own health, he will pay attention to yours. So don't nitpick about it. He will think that you dislike him and think he is too old and incapable.

Because I liked being slept with by him, nineteen-year-old Xiao Ruan just loved being completely messed up by him.

[His leg was injured at the end of July 2002. At that time, in order to earn tens of thousands of yuan for cleaning the road and to take advantage of the opportunity to cooperate with the government, he dragged his injured leg until the project was completed. So occasionally, on rainy days or when the temperature drops, his leg will ache and swell if he is not careful. You should apply a hot water bottle to it frequently and remember to call a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for physiotherapy.]

If, in twenty or thirty years, he becomes immobile and needs to be cared for while lying in bed, I hope you won't entrust him with such private matters as bathing, massage, and toileting. He is your husband; please protect his self-esteem and don't show any disgust or aversion. Think of the meticulous care he provides after each intimate moment, and how he worries about you so much when you're sick, staying up all night to check on you tirelessly...

[Think about how he cut his wrist and bled to keep you alive; you should have a conscience, Ruan Zhijuan.]

If he develops an age-related illness, such as Alzheimer's, you need to be patient with him. You can keep him at home, but you can't hit or scold him. You need to tell him repeatedly that you are his wife, he is your husband, and you have always loved each other very much.

[I've already written down all the little things we did together in my diary. You can just read them to him; it won't take much effort. I also had Zhou Gangxun film some things that started in November 2002 with a DV camera, and they'll be burned onto DVDs later. If you don't want to read them aloud, you can play those for him.]

If he still doesn't remember, and you're too tired and want to give up, just cry and talk to him. He'll soften; he's most susceptible to that.

[But please don't cry unless absolutely necessary. Zhou Gangxun will be very sad to see me cry.]

If Zhou Gangxun passes away first, and you, as a young person, need to take care of your parents, or are reluctant to leave this wonderful and colorful life and don't want to go with him, then don't look for someone else.

You'll live out the rest of your life alone, in the house that carries his scent and the memories of your time with him.

This was the biggest concession Xiao Ruan made at nineteen.

Because if you leave first, Zhou Gangxun will follow you.

He will leave everything in this world behind and go to another place to continue taking care of you and loving you.

So if you treat him badly in the future, I will hate you.

Since you no longer love him, you don't need to enjoy these things he gave you. He may not want to take them back, but I will.

But if you choose to go with him, please take with you the memories of your life together over the years: your wedding ring, those mint green underwear (if you still have them), your marriage certificate, your matching pajamas, and so on...

"I'm telling Xiaoruan when she grows up not to bully Zhou Gangxun," Ruan Zhijuan explained to Zhou Gangxun. Zhou Gangxun saw it; he wasn't blind, and he understood.

But he also saw something else.

The words "taking slow-acting poison," "breaking legs," and "dying" in the diary made Zhou Gangxun tremble uncontrollably, his whole being exuding a deathly chill. "Wife, are you trying to anger me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ruan Zhijuan gently licked and kissed Zhou Gangxun's lips. He knew exactly how Zhou Gangxun would react and what he would say after seeing this.

"Zhou Gangxun, if you leave before me, you won't be able to control me," Ruan Zhijuan said matter-of-factly. "So you have to live longer than me. If I go before you, I'll allow you to go with me, Zhou Gangxun."

Ruan Zhijuan tilted her head back, looked at Zhou Gangxun, and said in a sticky, meowing voice, "Husband."

Like when someone is being coquettish.

"You still know I'm your husband, huh?" Zhou Gangxun chuckled, the words he wanted to say turning into his ever-deepening and intensifying kisses. What could he say? Like father, like son. Over the past nineteen years, Ruan Zhijuan had been raised to be stubborn by him.

Both of them showed the greatest tolerance towards each other, while turning their harshest and sharpest edges towards themselves.

"Okay, I promise you." Zhou Gangxun said, his throat bobbing, as if signing a document. "I will live past you. If you live to be a hundred, I will live to be a hundred and eight years old. On that day, after I have finished my remaining matters, I will come to be with you. Please walk slowly and wait for me."

"Hook your finger on the end, take the bait, and never change your mind for a hundred years."

"It can't be changed... um." Ruan Zhijuan's two hands intertwined with Zhou Gangxun's fingers, trembling as they held tightly. "Right now, my body and soul belong to you... inside and out, Zhou Gangxun."

His nose and eyes were red, and his bright eyes reflected Zhou Gangxun as he whispered, "I've learned to say dirty jokes too, Zhou Gangxun."

Zhou Gangxun chuckled softly, his eyes only on Ruan Zhijuan, "Then learn more, we have a lifetime to talk about."

"Say you love me, say I love you... Hmm? Wife..."

The two leaned against each other affectionately, whispering sweet nothings. "I love you so much... Zhou Gangxun..."

"Mmm, I love you so much... I love you so much, you love me so much..."

"Hmm...a sneaky kiss (kiss kiss)..."