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

Chapter 111 If I had just given him a kiss, he would have woken up long ago.

Zhou Gangxun, lying on the bed, gradually stopped his chest heaving.

"Beep—beep—" An alarm sounded from the instrument that was detecting vital signs.

"Dead...dead..." Ruan Zhijuan's almond-shaped eyes were streaked with tears as she stared blankly at Zhou Gangxun, her fingers touching his nostrils as if he had just murdered her husband.

Ruan Zhijuan suddenly thought of something and looked behind him. He remembered that in his dream, there was a "person" standing behind him.

He asked tentatively in a low voice, "Zhou Gangxun, is that you?"

Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, who suddenly turned around and looked at him, bent down and leaned close to him, giving him a light kiss. "You're so smart, you even managed to find your husband."

He's back. Yang Siyan could clearly feel two chilling auras on each side of the room, with the evil energy on the left being stronger. It must be Zhou Gangxun. He threw all the talismans he had written with cinnabar and rooster blood to the right. The talismans hit something and burst into flames.

Zhou Gangxun took advantage of this moment to enter his body.

"Thump—thump thump—"

Then Zhou Gangxun's heartbeat resumed, and the instrument beeped.

Ruan Zhijuan's hand, which was about to harm the evil spirit, paused in mid-air. This newcomer seemed to resemble her husband somewhat, but he didn't open his eyes for a long time. Frustrated, she raised her hand and slapped Zhou Gangxun two or three times. "Quick... wake up... husband, don't let the bad thing steal him away again..."

Zhou Gangxun squinted and opened his eyes, his face flushed, and innocently asked, "Wife, is this how you greet me?"

"If I had just given him a kiss, he would have woken up long ago."

"Waaaaah, Zhou Gangxun, you're back!" Ruan Zhijuan threw herself into Zhou Gangxun's arms with tears in her eyes, patting his shoulders and arms, kissing his face repeatedly, and cursing, "You're such a big idiot, why did you cut your wrists? You bled so much, it's all blood, Zhou Gangxun, you big bastard..."

Yang Siyan wisely disappeared from the room.

Zhou Gangxun moved his arms, and the moment he could move, he hugged Ruan Zhijuan tightly.

For those nineteen years, because he was an evil spirit, no one dared to touch Ruan Zhijuan, for fear that he would be frightened and fall ill. No one dared to hug him either, for fear that he would be tainted by evil spirits and something bad would happen.

"It's my fault for making you worry." Zhou Gangxun greedily inhaled the scent of his wife, gently patting Ruan Zhijuan's back to comfort her. "Were you scared when you fell into the lake? Was it cold in the lake, my wife?"

Ruan Zhijuan buried her face in Zhou Gangxun's heart, her heart heavy with tears. She felt Zhou Gangxun's strong heartbeat pounding against her forehead. He hummed heavily through his nose, "No, I forgot."

"Zhou Gangxun, let me tell you, I dreamed about these things last night. I saw you burning incense, and I became soaking wet, dripping water, and your body became cold."

"Really?" Zhou Gangxun's expression remained impassive, but his eyes darkened as he cautiously probed, "What else did you dream about?"

Ruan Zhijuan raised her head, rested her chin on Zhou Gangxun's chest, and said, "At first, I dreamed that I turned into pieces and was soaking in a pool of water. There was also black hair in the pressure cooker next to me, like there was a human head in it."

Zhou Gangxun's dark eyes slowly fell on the wrench on the table, because Zheng Dayou really wanted to kill his wife. The first time was at that dark corner, and the second time was when he entered their home.

"I even dreamt that you burned my tongue with a cigarette butt." Ruan Zhijuan turned her head, panting. "What's going on, Zhou Gangxun?"

"..."

Ruan Zhijuan tilted her head back and blinked her eyes. "Why aren't you saying anything, Zhou Gangxun?"

Zhou Gangxun feigned death out of guilt, pretending that he was too busy kissing Ruan Zhijuan to hear, because he was actually capable of doing that when he first had that dream.

But he wouldn't kill Nguyen Chi Quan; it's only possible that he took his head after Nguyen Chi Quan died.

Zhou Gang rubbed Ruan Zhijuan's head with his fingertips and asked, "Did you get burned in your dream, wife? I'll let you get burned back."

Ruan Zhijuan lay on her side, her finger idly tracing circles on Zhou Gangxun's heart, and said, "No, but it startled me awake, so I threw away your cigarette."

"Well done." Zhou Gangxun's lips curled into a slight smile as he stared at the fingers tapping and patting his body, his heart itching with desire.

He squinted and shifted his gaze slightly away, where he saw two sets of burial clothes of different sizes placed at the foot of the bed.

Is she planning to commit suicide with him?

"Wife, tell me, who taught you to commit suicide for love?" Zhou Gangxun kissed Ruan Zhijuan's cheek, his gentle tone almost identical to before, but his face was actually dark with anger. "Was it in a TV series, or some book?"

Zhou Gangxun admitted that he did not expect Ruan Zhijuan to commit suicide with him.

Because he taught his wife to be opportunistic and fearful of death, not to die with him.

Ruan Zhijuan was only nineteen years old. In his previous life, Lin Dazhuang also only lived to be nineteen. All his scheming and plotting was to ensure that his wife lived a long and peaceful life.

"Ruan Zhijuan," Zhou Gangxun said seriously, "If I die, you must live well. There is a sum of money in my trust fund, currently seven million, and it will generate annual returns, enough for you to continue your studies, live, and do many things you like."

Apart from the trust, all his property will be left to his wife as an inheritance.

"Similarly, after I die, many people will make monthly payments to take care of you according to my account..."

When Ruan Zhijuan heard Zhou Gangxun say "die" for the first time, his pretty face scrunched up. Even if he was kissed, no matter how much money he had, he wouldn't be happy. He reached out and slapped Zhou Gangxun's mouth, "Pah, pah, pah, Zhou Gangxun, if you say 'die' again, I won't let you kiss me anymore, not anywhere else. You can suffer by yourself."

"I don't understand what you're saying, and I won't learn it. I'll just wait to die without you, so you'd better live as long as a turtle, Zhou Gangxun."

"You're wrong, wife." Zhou Gangxun kissed Ruan Zhijuan's white hand that was placed to his lips, his dark eyes fixed on Ruan Zhijuan, and indulgently said, "I'll try my best to live like a turtle."

If he dies, he won't let his wife come down to join him; he'll turn himself into a vengeful ghost.

He followed his wife around for generations.