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Chapter 1 His wife is a beautiful, stupid woman who is both seductive and vicious.
Fucheng, July 2002.
"Ah!" Ruan Zhijuan cried out, kicking her arms and legs as she woke up from her dream.
He shifted his numb leg, his body limp, and looked at his intact body, asking with a strange sense of confusion, "Why are my hands and feet... joined together? Shouldn't they be..."
Are they separated into segments?
Before her nasal voice had completely faded, Ruan Zhijuan was startled by her own sudden thought.
He had just had a nightmare in which he was lying in a small sink for some reason, his limbs like sections of lotus root or radish, soaking in the water and lying crookedly on the cutting board.
Next to it was a pressure cooker that was bubbling and steaming, but thankfully it seemed to be cooking some kind of meat. You could vaguely see chunks of white meat under the transparent glass and smell the aroma of meat coming from it.
A clump of black hair got stuck between the pot opening and the lid, and then blood seeped out from the gap...
Blood! There's blood!
Ruan Zhijuan's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened suddenly, and a chill ran down his spine. He looked fearfully at the kitchen sink, which was covered in rust.
empty.
There was nothing there.
"Thank goodness," Ruan Zhijuan breathed a sigh of relief, but he seemed to remember that there really was a pressure cooker in the cabinet under the sink.
"Ouch..." A sudden sharp pain in his groin distracted Ruan Zhijuan. He quickly looked down and pulled up the edge of his underwear, which was chafed red. "It hurts so much."
He has a lot of flesh on his buttocks and thighs, but a very thin waist, so he rarely finds suitable underwear, which always causes chafing.
It's July now, the height of summer. There's no air conditioning in the house, just an old electric fan sitting not far in front of him, but it's broken and not working anymore.
So Ruan Zhijuan could only endure it, watching the sweat pour down her body like water.
Several streams of sweat slowly trickled down his hip bone, and the sweat soaked into the wound at the base of his leg, making it hurt even more.
"So annoying." Ruan Zhijuan pouted, picked up a tissue, and carefully wiped the sweat from her legs.
"boom--"
Suddenly, the sound of a door being turned or pushed came from the front door. Ruan Zhijuan was startled and her body trembled slightly. She accidentally squeezed the paper in her hand a little too hard and let out a soft but clear cry of pain, "Ah!"
Zhou Gangxun pushed open the door and entered, and this was the scene he saw:
A few crumpled pieces of white paper were scattered on the sofa and the floor. Ruan Zhijuan lay sprawled on the sofa, her legs spread wide, like a baby turtle with its shell turned upside down and belly exposed.
Two plump, fair thighs were exposed to Zhou Gangxun without any cover, the groin reddened and covered with a thin layer of sweat, while Ruan Zhijuan's hand remained there...
The small, light pink, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt he was wearing barely covered his chest as he moved up, leaving most of his fair skin exposed. The red rope that was originally around his waist had now crookedly moved to his chest, constricting the three-finger-wide pure gold longevity lock hanging on it and causing it to stick up.
I don't know if it's because the red string faded or because of pressure marks from sleeping, but there are a few slightly reddish spots on my chest. From a distance, it looks like I've just been gripped hard.
His dark eyes swept over Ruan Zhijuan, his gaze deepening. "So dirty, you slut."
"You...why didn't you knock?" Ruan Zhijuan raised her flushed face, pulled her clothes up, straightened her legs, and complained to Zhou Gangxun, "What if I was changing clothes? You would have seen me!"
Zhou Gangxun looked up at him. "This is my rented apartment. Why should I knock on the door? You're my wife. What can't I see?"
"Or have you forgotten that night when it writhed all over me like a disgusting white worm?"
He looked away, placed the bag he was carrying on the coffee table, and said in a deep voice, "Food."
Ruan Zhijuan was speechless for a moment, then snorted. How come Zhou Gangxun was so talkative today?
He sat up, his eyes falling on the transparent bag—a white foam lunchbox and a plastic bag containing milk—clearly a cheap boxed lunch from a construction site.
He pouted, complaining, "Zhou Gangxun, can't you make any money? Why are you bringing back leftovers from the construction site for me to eat? Didn't I say I wanted braised pork ribs today...?"
"There's not enough time." Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, who was covered in sweat and whose skin was flushed from the heat. His gaze fell on the fan, which was resting now, even though he had never stopped serving Ruan Zhijuan 24 hours a day.
"You...you must be hot, turn on the fan quickly." Ruan Zhijuan opened the lunchbox evasively. The food was still warm, one box of dishes and one box of rice.
There's only one available.
He didn't care whether Zhou Gangxun had food or not, as long as he could eat his fill, that was enough. After all, he was Zhou Gangxun's wife now, and Zhou Gangxun had to support him.
However, Ruan Zhijuan was a little absent-minded. He didn't even look at the food, just picked up a meatball and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes fixed on Zhou Gangxun, who was turning on the fan.
"Click," the switch was pressed, but the expected scene of the fan blades turning and blowing cool air did not appear.
"Ugh!" Ruan Zhijuan suddenly exclaimed excitedly, still unable to swallow the meatball in her mouth, she said anxiously and indistinctly, "Zhou Gangxun, did you break the fan? It must be you! The fan is so expensive, can...can you afford to pay for it?"
"When the landlord asks you for money, you can't renege on your debt. Even if you have to sell your blood or kidneys, sell yourself, just... don't drag me into it."
After Ruan Zhijuan finished speaking, she finally resolved the matter that had been weighing on her mind for half a day. Only then did she swing her legs and have the mood to look at what was in the vegetable box: fried meatballs, cold black fungus salad, sausage stir-fried with romaine lettuce, and chicken legs. The vegetable box was packed full.
Zhou Gangxun glanced at Ruan Zhijuan, who was sometimes timid and hesitant like a quail and sometimes shifty-eyed like a mouse, and went around to check behind the fan.
He brushed his sweaty hair back with a few quick strokes, finding it a nuisance, leaving only a few loose strands scattered on either side of his forehead.
The gray-black sleeveless vest he was wearing was now completely soaked with sweat, clinging to his chest muscles. Beads of sweat clung to his exposed wheat-colored skin, forming wisps that trickled down his neck and back.
"It's not broken, the plug is just loose."
Ruan Zhijuan stared at Zhou Gangxun over there without saying a word, afraid that Zhou Gangxun was lying to him.
I didn't dare to say anything, afraid that if I did, I would have to lose money with him.
The fan suddenly stopped working around 2 or 3 pm.
Ruan Zhijuan, who was lying on the sofa happily preparing to take a nap, was suddenly stunned. He didn't know if he was too hard to cool down and had broken the fan. He didn't dare to move it, so he just turned it off and pretended that he hadn't used the fan today.
She was thinking about how to pin the blame for the damage on Zhou Gangxun when he returned.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Zhou Gangxun plugged the power cord back in, and the fan immediately started running.
It's really not broken...
Ruan Zhijuan shoved a big mouthful of rice into his mouth in a huff, chewing it fiercely. "Hmph, why did the plug have to come out? It made me suffer in this heat all day, and my butt, thighs, and many other parts of my body are sore from sweat."
Broken plug, broken fan, broken house, broken Zhou Gangxun.
As Ruan Zhijuan thought about it, she began to complain about Zhou Gangxun, "It's all your fault for not having enough money. The fan plug in the rented house is loose... and you can't even afford an air conditioner."
He saw the other person look up at him and say, "Just because you installed air conditioning doesn't mean you're not a fake young master anymore. Counterfeits deserve junk."
Counterfeit... junk... shoddy goods?
Ruan Zhijuan glared angrily at Zhou Gangxun. Zhou Gangxun's face was repulsive, with deep and three-dimensional features, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and he was handsome.
But those dark eyes were completely unfathomable, filled with an inexplicable gloom, and the oppressive aura emanating from them gave people a feeling that they were not to be trifled with.
In fact, before his bankruptcy, Zhou Gangxun was indeed like that. In Hong Kong, he could be said to have absolute power, and others always yielded to him. He never had to worry about others.
But Ruan Zhijuan wasn't afraid, because the system said that Zhou Gangxun was stupid and that with his intelligence, he could treat Zhou Gangxun like a dog.
Yes, there's a system in his head that's taught him to do bad things, from childhood to adulthood.
The system says that those people just like him doing bad things, so the worse he is, the more love he gets.
Until he was kicked out of the Ruan family, the system in his head was gone, but he had no choice but to do what the system had taught him before, and that if he did this, those people would like him.
However, Ruan Zhijuan had actually died once, but he didn't tell the system.
In his past life, his family was very poor, suffering from hunger and cold. They didn't even have a fan, let alone air conditioning. Later, when his younger brother needed money for school, his parents sold him to an old blind man in his sixties or seventies in the village.
Then, on the night of the old blind man's wedding night, he was roughly shoved a few times, and he felt a terrible headache, as if something was leaking out.
Then he died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in the Ruan family's house.
So, in order not to go back to that kind of life in her previous life, Ruan Zhijuan tries her best to be wicked every day in this life, and now she is completely wicked.
So he really is a fake young master, both in terms of his status and his very nature.
However, for some reason, even though he had only been kicked out of the Ruan family for half a month, he seemed to have forgotten the details of the young master's life he had lived in the Ruan family, and instead remembered the things from his previous life more and more clearly.
It's like... being reduced to your original form.
"Hmph!" Ruan Zhijuan slammed her chopsticks on the table with a "bang," glancing to make sure the food wasn't spilled before angrily yelling, "You're the junk! It's just a broken fan... as if you've never seen one before. I've seen plenty. Besides round ones, I've seen square ones, triangular ones too..."
Before Ruan Zhijuan could finish speaking, Zhou Gangxun raised his hand and turned the fan up to its maximum speed.
"Have you...have you seen...Zhou Gang...cough..." Ruan Zhijuan, who was sitting on the sofa facing the fan, immediately made a loud hissing sound, "Heh heh...uh...hiccup..."
Even his rambling afterword was cut off.
Zhou Gangxun glanced at Ruan Zhijuan, who was forced to close her mouth by the fan and kept blinking like a stubborn, stupid dog whimpering, and chuckled softly.
idiot.
From the moment Zhou Gangxun learned of Ruan Zhijuan, he thought that Ruan Zhijuan was mentally challenged and had a low level of intelligence.
His wife is a beautiful, stupid woman who is both slutty and vicious.
(Character description: [Stupid!!!] ["Vicious"] [Bitter gourd] [Drama queen bottom], [Frustrated] [Scheming] [Bad dog!!] [Daddy-like top], all the tags mentioned are somewhat related, also called troublemaker bottom, butt-cleaning top, also involves ghosts [fear] [ghost encounter], not ghost-catching novel, so it is not a super satisfying novel, [There are emoticons! If you mind, please leave] [If you don't like it, can you not read it? I wrote it and you still say it, please don't read it], I'm really tired, I don't read any author's comments at all)
(The protagonist is: [due to environmental deprivation, non-intellectual disability in knowledge reserves and social cognitive development] Ask a doctor, this is a special case, I'm really tired [This is supposed to be a stupid protagonist!!] [You feel stupid because I wrote it so well, please!] His experience is completely irrelevant to anyone around us, so don't try to relate, it's hard to empathize anyway [The specific cause is in the plot, about 200,000 words, very complicated] [He is stupid, but not intellectually disabled, medically he cannot be classified as an idiot!!] [It's like I gave you known and definite conditions, normally you would read along the known conditions, but some people insist on calculating the known conditions, I don't understand that either] [There are normal people who can't understand human language, just like some comments I've seen] But he can understand human language and can learn)
(P.S.: The content in parentheses is not applicable to everyone. What you see when you read it is exactly what it is. You can choose not to read it and just leave! This is not a custom-made piece! So I do not accept any suggestions for changes or adjustments based on your preferences. Of course, if you pay me, I can write it your way. If you don't like it, you can leave. I don't have the power to force you to do anything.)