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

Chapter 80 My husband is a beast in human form, a hypocrite.

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Zhou Gangxun leaned against the kitchen counter, inhaling and exhaling smoke with satisfaction.

"Buzz—"

His phone vibrated with a message from Gu Changting, who had just informed him that his preliminary review had been approved and that the next step was to retrieve the tender documents and prepare a quotation and construction plan.

Wearing a newly changed top and underwear, with her legs bare, Ruan Zhijuan forcefully threw her dirty clothes into the bathroom basin with a "tap tap tap" sound.

Then, with a "tap tap tap" sound, he ran to the kitchen where Zhou Gangxun was, and panted as he made his way around.

Then, with a "tap tap tap," he went to the living room, picked up Zhou Gangxun's cigarette case from the coffee table, and threw it into the trash can.

"Hmph." Only then did Ruan Zhijuan sit on the sofa with satisfaction, enjoying the breeze from the fan, and holding her notebook to prepare to write in her diary.

Teacher Wen said that we can write a diary regularly to practice writing and comprehension.

Zhou Gangxun smoked a cigarette, squinting at Ruan Zhijuan in the living room. His wife really loved studying.

My eyes were red from being messed up, so I changed my dirty clothes and went to read and do my homework.

Ruan Zhijuan opened the Chinese dictionary beside her, hummed, and asked, "Zhou Gangxun, do you know what 'a beast in human form' means?"

Before Zhou Gangxun could answer, Ruan Zhijuan pointed to the dictionary definition and loudly read aloud, indirectly criticizing, "The meaning of 'human face and beast heart' is that some people have the appearance of a human, but their hearts are as fierce as wild beasts. It describes a person as cruel, despicable, and extremely wicked."

Just like someone else, extremely awful.

Ruan Zhijuan flipped through a few pages, then asked, "Zhou Gangxun, do you know what 'a beast in human clothing' means?"

"Hmph, let me tell you." He shook his head and exaggeratedly told someone in a clear and exaggerated voice, "It's a beast in clothes, a metaphor for a person of extremely bad character who behaves as despicably as a beast."

As Ruan Zhijuan spoke, she wrote down the contents of her diary in her notebook: Today is August 7th. My husband is a beast in human form and a hypocrite.

Zhou Gangxun raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. He was truly impressed. His wife had only attended three or four days of classes and already knew so many idioms. If she studied for a few more days, she would probably be able to get into Tsinghua University.

He smirked, exhaling smoke, and interrupted his wife as she continued to hurl insults at him, saying, "Tonight I'll make braised pork, spicy cod stew with tofu, fried fish balls, and fish ball soup."

Since the refrigerator he brought back from the old man who sold scrap metal was repaired, Zhou Gangxun sometimes cooks more food so that if he can't finish it, he can put it in the refrigerator and eat it the next day.

Ruan Zhijuan blinked her eyes. Tonight there will be three meat dishes and a meat soup.

He thought for a moment, crossed out the sentence he had just written in his diary, and picked up his pencil again to write: Actually, my husband is quite decent most of the time. Today he even made my favorite braised pork and spicy cod stewed tofu. I've never even heard of or eaten this kind of fish before.

Ruan Zhijuan thought for a moment and added, "My husband is very good at pleasing me."

After finishing his homework, he turned on the TV.

The television was showing a Hong Kong film from over twenty years ago.

"After drinking three cups of Meng Po soup, one is reincarnated, forgetting all the grudges, loves, and hates of the past life..."

"Life is but a dream, once the dream ends, do not seek it again. People have past lives and this life, just as parents and children are connected by the same lineage..."

Ruan Zhijuan stared intently at the television screen, her lips unconsciously repeating, "Past lives and present lives..."

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That night, Ruan Zhijuan was half asleep when she suddenly heard a lot of noisy voices around her.

Ruan Zhijuan frowned, opened his eyes, and saw his fake parents from his past life surrounding him, staring at him with wide eyes. "Dead, what bad luck... They didn't die when they were supposed to, but died just from a push when they weren't supposed to..."

Ruan Zhijuan was so frightened that she quickly got up and ran away, only to see them still staring at the ground.

He followed the gaze and saw another version of himself lying wrapped in a straw mat, his face ashen, his body stiff, and his head with a large hole that had stopped bleeding.

It's dead; it's the corpse from its previous life.

The village chief glanced at Ruan Zhijuan's corpse and said, "It wasn't a good death. We should at least burn some paper money and paper clothes for him to pass on, otherwise he might harbor resentment. Burying him sooner will save us from trouble."

So Ruan Zhijuan saw her body being dragged to a barren mountain, a pit dug, and finally buried in a small mound.

They found a wooden board and wrote his name and approximate year of birth on it.

No one knows when he was born, or even when he was abducted.

Ruan Zhijuan was still wearing his tattered old clothes, and the beautiful clothes he had always longed for were just a pink paper shroud, the kind that would tear at the slightest touch.

Just like the paper figures in my dream said, he was wearing paper clothes.

The offerings at the grave were a tattered roast chicken with only a few skeletons left, and expired sweet soup...

Ruan Zhijuan pouted pitifully, missing Zhou Gangxun terribly. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, "Zhou Gangxun is such a fool, he buys me everything... He's so stupid, sob sob..."

Ruan Zhijuan sobbed, unable to breathe, tears streaming down her face.

"Old Lin's family." Someone from the village rushed over and called for the fake parents. "The teachers from the city school called you. They called the village committee."

"They said your son, Lin Tuming, was walking at school when he tripped and fell, hitting his head on the ground. He just stopped moving and died."

"The body is cold now, and its face is turning purple from holding its breath."

Lin Tuming is the biological son of the fake parents.

Ruan Zhijuan's red, tear-filled eyes widened slightly. It turned out that he had just died that day, and Lin Tuming had died right afterward.

The fake parents were completely devastated by the news and immediately ran to the school crying and screaming. The others also left one after another.

Ruan Zhijuan couldn't leave; his body was here, so he sat on the grave mound, waiting to wake up from his dream.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he saw a small fire below the mountain. Then the fire grew larger and larger until the entire village below was almost engulfed in flames.

Bai Zhiqi set the fire.

But Ruan Zhijuan's dream remained unfulfilled, and she could not leave the mountains.

He heard police cars enter the village and then leave.

After an unknown period of time, a landslide suddenly occurred on the barren mountain, and half of the mountain, including Ruan Zhijuan's grave, tilted down.

Similar to the landslide at Nieyin Mountain that day, many vehicles were buried by sand and rocks, and many others were violently thrown through the road fence and fell, resulting in vehicle destruction and death.

Ruan Zhijuan was also swept away, but he wasn't injured; perhaps he was dreaming.

He began searching for his own grave among a pile of corpses.

After searching for a long time, Ruan Zhijuan finally saw a man in a suit with half of his body stuck in his grave.

He held his bones in his arms.

How can anyone be so indecent towards his corpse?

"boom--"

The mountain collapsed again, burying the person and the body.

Ruan Zhijuan suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation as she sank into the sand. When she opened her eyes again, she was awake.

A fingertip gently wiped away the tear stains on his face. "You cried."

Zhou Gangxun tightened his arms around Ruan Zhijuan's waist slightly, quietly watching him from behind, his dark eyes unwavering. "What did you dream about?"

Ruan Zhijuan naturally wouldn't tell Zhou Gangxun the truth. He didn't even tell the system. He lied in a low voice, saying, "I dreamed of a lot of... bad things..." As he spoke, he nudged towards Zhou Gangxun.

A liar. Zhou Gangxun's eyes were deep; he was thinking about something.

Was the dream of him being killed and running away something he had only experienced, or did his wife also have it?

He buried his face in Ruan Zhijuan's neck, sucking and biting. "You naughty, slutty wife."