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

Chapter 20 You're a king bastard, a turtle king bastard.

Zhou Gangxun shamelessly admitted that his wife was a dog. Ruan Zhijuan decided not to argue with Zhou Gangxun. She reached into the bag, grabbed a few pieces, and ran to the sofa a few meters away from Zhou Gangxun to eat.

But after putting two pieces into his mouth, Ruan Zhijuan started shaking his shoulders, feeling like he was going to throw up. He had eaten a lot of food today, lots and lots of meat, and by the end he was so full he couldn't sit down anymore. Now these ribs were being forced into his stomach, and of course his stomach was rejecting them.

Stomach: (¯―¯٥)咩ﾚ(°∀°;)へ=3.

Zhou Gangxun also noticed Ruan Zhijuan's physical reaction. He immediately stepped forward, grabbed Ruan Zhijuan's cheeks stuffed with meat, and said, "Open your mouth."

Thinking that Zhou Gangxun wouldn't even let him eat those two pieces of ribs and wanted to save them for the little black dog, Ruan Zhijuan stubbornly kept his mouth shut even tighter. Zhou Gangxun frowned, raised his hand and slapped Ruan Zhijuan's thigh, waiting for him to start cursing at him as usual so he could snatch the food away.

"Waaah..."

Ruan Zhijuan pouted and whimpered, deciding to simply stop chewing and swallow it whole. After all, the bones inside weren't very big, and he had swallowed much bigger things before without any problems.

Zhou Gangxun became anxious when he saw Ruan Zhijuan begin to swallow the whole piece of pork rib.

Oh shit.

Losing control of his strength, the subordinate raised his hand and struck Ruan Zhijuan again.

"Ugh..."

While Ruan Zhijuan opened her mouth to cry out in pain, Zhou Gangxun directly stuck his finger in and pried the piece of rib out of her mouth, then threw it into the trash can.

After throwing it, he didn't care that Ruan Zhijuan was now unable to close her mouth because his finger was stuck in hers, and her drool was dripping all over his wrist. He just let him look up at him, his jawline taut, his face as gloomy as if he wanted to kill someone, "Don't you have a brain?"

"I...that's my..." Ruan Zhijuan glared at Zhou Gangxun with red eyes, mumbling incoherently. She rubbed her thigh, which had been slapped twice, and cursed viciously...miserably, "You're a bastard, a turtle bastard!"

But as he spoke, his tongue inevitably licked Zhou Gangxun's hand, and his saliva flowed more and more from his mouth.

Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, whose mouth was being pinched by him, drool dripping from her mouth, her eyes red from crying, and who was being bullied terribly. The corners of his lips curled up slightly inappropriately, and he let out an almost inaudible "hmm" from his throat.

"So dirty." He released the person, rubbed his fingers against Ruan Zhijuan's face, used his face as a rag to wipe the drool on his hands, and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

With so much saliva, Zhou Gangxun looked at the teeth marks on his finger that had just been bitten, his eyes darkening. Had his throat been damaged and he no longer knew how to swallow?

After washing up, Zhou Gangxun went out and used a damp towel to wipe Ruan Zhijuan's face.

"I've left the ribs with my neighbor; I'll reheat them tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, he picked up the bag and went out the door. Ruan Zhijuan followed him with her weak legs, limping along like a clingy little dog. She followed him all the way from the rented room to the neighbor's door, making sure that he had really stored the ribs in the neighbor's refrigerator and hadn't taken them to feed the stray dogs outside before she felt at ease.

"Won't they steal some? Did you count them? How many pieces are there in total?" Ruan Zhijuan's voice was hoarse from crying. She thought to herself: Those are his ribs, the ribs he snatched from the dog's mouth. He can't let others steal them.

Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan with his unfathomable black eyes, and said with his still gloomy face, "From now on, if you're not home at mealtimes, I'll feed the dog."

With that, he took the keys and went out.

Ruan Zhijuan glared angrily at Zhou Gangxun, who only left her with his back turned. "Hmph, all you know is feeding dogs, you bastard! Go back to your dog wife."

Belatedly, I remembered what Zhou Gangxun had just said: "Yeah, my wife is a dog."

Was he calling him a dog?

Ruan Zhijuan thought for a moment, then took the piece of pork rib that Zhou Gangxun had just snatched from his mouth to the bathroom, rinsed it with water to wash away the seasoning, since dogs shouldn't eat too much salt.

He took another white steamed bun downstairs and went to look for the little black dog near the trash can.

With his tear-reddened little face raised, he looked down at the little black dog and commanded, "Don't try to steal my husband. My husband's name is Zhou Gangxun. He says you're his wife. This is for you to eat. Next time you see him, remember to bite him, and then I'll steal his food to feed you."

Ruan Zhijuan thought for a moment and added, "Don't bite until it draws blood, just scare it a little, otherwise it might cause injury and require treatment."

Little black dog: Is it possible that I'm male, or you are too?

And so, Ruan Zhijuan took that piece of meat, which was less than the size of two fingers, and fed it to the dog along with a whole steamed bun.

Little Black Dog: Carbs full today!

"Ahei, remember what I said." Ruan Zhijuan thought she had finished giving instructions, patted the puppy's head, and got up to go back.

Just then, the little black dog suddenly barked fiercely in one direction, "Woof! Woof woof woof!"

Caught completely off guard, Ruan Zhijuan trembled, her legs going weak again. "Wh...what's wrong, Ah Hei? Are you reluctant to separate from Zhou Gangxun? I...no, no, he's my husband! At most...at most, I'll save you two pieces when I eat ribs tomorrow morning, three...three pieces, that's the most I can do..."

The little black dog's bark caused all the lights in the stairwells near the apartment complex to turn on.

But the path that Ruan Zhijuan was about to take had a dark, gloomy corner that remained completely black, as if some unknown and terrifying thing was hidden inside.

Ruan Zhijuan also noticed that the little black dog wasn't barking at him, but at that dark place.

He stared at the spot, his voice trembling as he asked, "Is...is there something inside?"

"Creak—"

A faint sound suddenly came from the darkness that was being watched, but it stopped abruptly halfway through. The little black dog seized the opportunity and barked even louder.

But that sudden silence was precisely what confirmed something.

Ruan Zhijuan suddenly felt her body go weak, cold sweat pour down her back, her heart pounded wildly, and her throat felt like it was being choked, like a chicken or duck being slaughtered, unable to utter a sound. Help...help me...

He was targeted by something bad.

This thought made the hairs on Ruan Zhijuan's body stand on end, screaming at him to run, but he couldn't move.

Her almond-shaped eyes, brimming with tears, were fixed on the darkness. Something...something was about to emerge...

Just when he thought he was about to die, Zhou Gangxun's voice came from the other side, "What are you doing here?"

Next came Zhou Gangxun's somber face.

He walked over. "I've been looking for you for ages."

As oxygen finally filled Ruan Zhijuan's choked throat and oxygen-deprived lungs, he collapsed, throwing himself onto Zhou Gangxun, cursing and complaining, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

The little black dog looked into the darkness, stopped barking, and wagged its tail as it circled around Zhou Gangxun's legs.

Zhou Gangxun lowered his eyes, glanced at the little black dog, and then looked at the top of Ruan Zhijuan's head. "Let's go back."

Ruan Zhijuan, who was lying on Zhou Gangxun's chest, reached out and secretly pinched and tugged at the skin on the back of Zhou Gangxun's neck a few times. It wasn't the monster impersonating him, but Zhou Gangxun himself.

His gaze drifted downwards; Zhou Gangxun's trouser pockets were bulging, and inside was something long and thin—was it a knife… or a hammer?

Ruan Zhijuan blinked. What was Zhou Gangxun doing carrying all these things out so late at night?

Why did you hide there and scare him just now...?