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

Chapter 18 Wow, how could he be so bad?

The next morning, around four o'clock, not yet five o'clock.

Zhou Gangxun got up first and asked the doctor on duty to check on Ruan Zhijuan's condition.

Ruan Zhijuan was young and recovered quickly. She was lively and energetic the next day. The swelling on her cheeks and eyelids had subsided considerably, and the red spots on her body had faded. She just needed to apply some more medicine and she would be fine.

He woke the person up to wash up, and then went to the vicinity of the hospital to buy a few steamed buns, two with loofah and egg filling, two with beef filling, and two cups of soy milk, one with sugar and one without.

Zhou Gangxun handed the beef bun to Ruan Zhijuan, then took one out and exchanged it with the vegetarian bun in his hand.

Both of them had one meat dish and one vegetable dish.

Surprisingly, Ruan Zhijuan did not ask Zhou Gangxun for another meat bun. However, even if he had been given two meat buns, he would have said, "Why can't you let me try everything?"

This was all taught to him by the system beforehand, which said that this way the other party would take him to heart and would give him the best food first next time.

But he has more important things to do now; he's thinking about the bed fee.

12 peaches.

Ruan Zhijuan did the math in her mind. They arrived at the hospital around 7 or 8 pm last night and only stayed for four hours. They had to stay until noon today before leaving, otherwise it wouldn't be a loss.

It's only a little past six o'clock now, he can still get some more sleep.

After making his decision, Ruan Zhijuan focused his attention on the steamed buns and soy milk in his hands. He sipped the soy milk, took a sip, paused and blinked, then took another sip and blinked again.

"Why does this soy milk taste bland? Zhou Gangxun, look, is my tongue still damaged?" Ruan Zhijuan said, sticking out half of her pink tongue, which dangled nimbly in front of Zhou Gangxun's eyes.

"Put it away."

Zhou Gangxun frowned as he looked at the pink tongue. He took a sip of his own soy milk, which was so sweet that he almost spat it back out. The two cups were reversed; Ruan Zhijuan was drinking his unsweetened one.

"It's not broken."

It's not bad now, but who knows what might happen if I eat too much dirty food in the future.

Zhou Gangxun looked at his cup with disdain, the straw of which Ruan Zhijuan had bitten flat, and pushed the cup in his hand to Ruan Zhijuan. He didn't plan to drink either of them.

Ruan Zhijuan leaned in, took a sniff, and her eyes lit up – it was sweet!

He decisively gave up his previous cup, and holding the sweet cup of soy milk, he quietly moved his body to the other side and ate it with his back to Zhou Gangxun, as if afraid that Zhou Gangxun would snatch it away.

Zhou Gangxun: "..." Did he think that he had deliberately switched his cloyingly sweet soy milk?

Zhou Gangxun couldn't help but doubt himself. Had he been so hungry one night that he had actually sleepwalked and snatched something from Ruan Zhijuan's food? Otherwise, why would he always act so possessive of his food?

Before the fake young master incident, Ruan Zhijuan was the precious young master that the entire Ruan family doted on. He ate only the best food and used only products that had passed several safety tests. He was truly spoiled and pampered.

Now, he doesn't seem to be picky about food at all, but he always looks like he's never full.

"Zhou Gangxun..." Ruan Zhijuan licked her lips and began to move her buttocks toward Zhou Gangxun's side.

The cup in my hand is finished.

Ruan Zhijuan clutched a half-eaten beef bun, shifting her position as she calculated her next move. Zhou Gangxun had just drunk his soy milk, right? He wondered how much he'd consumed in that one sip… So Zhou Gangxun should compensate him with another cup of soy milk, or better yet, two cups…

"You...you just drank some..." Before Ruan Zhijuan could finish her sentence, Zhou Gangxun jumped up, snatched the meat bun from her hand, and said, "Can't finish it?"

What? You can't finish it? Ruan Zhijuan quickly looked up and saw that Zhou Gangxun had disdainfully placed his meat bun in a bag and broken off the part that Ruan Zhijuan had bitten.

Then it bit into it.

It bit! Go up!

Ruan Zhijuan stared anxiously at the increasingly smaller meat bun, muttering repeatedly, "I can...I can finish it...I can finish it..."

But what's the use of saying anything? Zhou Gangxun ate the steamed bun in just a few bites.

Ruan Zhijuan was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at the empty bag where the buns were gone, then at Zhou Gangxun. Wow, how could there be such a bad person as Zhou Gangxun in this world?

He's no longer the worst person in the world; Zhou Gangxun is!

Ruan Zhijuan grabbed the plastic body bag that had once contained the steamed buns. "Oh, the steamed buns, my meat buns..."

Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan with his dark eyes, and subtly curled the corners of his lips.

He cleaned up the mess the two of them had made, except for the one Ruan Zhijuan was holding. He then took the prescription, bought some allergy medication, put it at home, and went to the construction site.

Meanwhile, in the ward, Ruan Zhijuan pouted pitifully, licking the bits of meat left on the bag clean, not even knowing when Zhou Gangxun had left.

He sullenly lay back down on the bed, his eyelids already completely closed with sleep. He wanted to sleep a little longer, until noon before going back. There wouldn't be any more steamed buns left; he couldn't waste the money for the bed…

Ruan Zhijuan didn't wake up until almost 11 a.m.

People were already eating in the ward. They were eating boxed meals sold near the hospital, which cost four yuan a serving. The meal included quail eggs stewed with braised pork. It smelled sweet, salty, and delicious, making Ruan Zhijuan swallow hard.

He leaned closer, stared for a while, and saw that not only did the person not give it to him, but they also moved further away from him. He licked his lips in anger and left, going straight home from the hospital.

Hmph, if you don't want it, then don't. It's just a piece of braised pork, who cares?

Zhou Gangxun might have even made him braised pork ribs for lunch.