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

Chapter 31 I made braised pork tonight

Rental apartment in the residential complex.

"Don't eat me! Waaah, I don't taste good... Honey, please... Waaah!"

Ruan Zhijuan sat up in shock, her legs twitching and trembling.

He dreamt that Zhou Gangxun was eating his breasts again, and was chuckling lewdly.

But his severed head could only sit in the hot water of the pressure cooker, gurgling and begging Zhou Gangxun not to eat him.

When Zhou Gangxun saw this, he laughed even louder.

"You bastard, you pervert..." Ruan Zhijuan pouted unhappily, muttering curses under her breath. Her red eyes glanced at the time; it was already eleven o'clock.

He was going to call the police to arrest Zhou Gangxun, as she would be back soon.

Just as Ruan Zhijuan was about to look away, he saw the pressure cooker on the kitchen counter! This! This is the tool used to cook him! (•'╻'• ۶)۶.

He shifted his position, his legs trembling and weak, and stood up.

But before Ruan Zhijuan could get close, a loudspeaker suddenly blared outside, "Collecting junk!"

He was so frightened that his legs trembled again, and he almost peed himself.

Collecting... junk, what are you shouting about when you collect junk! d(ŐдŐ๑).

Ruan Zhijuan thought for a moment, then steeled her heart, grabbed the pressure cooker, and ran out.

Thinking that without his tools, he'd see how Zhou Gangxun would cook him.

It's just that the pressure cooker always has a fragrant meaty smell. Ruan Zhijuan couldn't help but sniff. It smelled like the old hen soup he dreamed about the day before yesterday... He must have been too greedy and was hallucinating.

When I got downstairs, the junk collector was nowhere to be found.

Ruan Zhijuan then carried the pressure cooker and ran all the way to the recycling station a few hundred meters away from the community. She didn't dare to look back or stop along the way, for fear of running into Zhou Gangxun, who was returning at noon.

When he arrived at the recycling station, he put the pressure cooker down on the ground, panting and sweating profusely, and looked at the old man at the station. "Grandpa, do you take this here? How much?"

The old man was busy counting money when he glanced at the pressure cooker. It looked brand new and hadn't been used much. There seemed to be no major problems, and he figured it could be repaired and sold for a good price.

He bargained, saying, "Ten yuan. If you think it's okay, leave it here. If not, take it back."

Ruan Zhijuan was panting heavily. 10 yuan... 10 yuan can buy two peaches, quite a lot.

"Okay." He nodded, took ten yuan from the old man, and ran off again.

The old man finished counting the money in his hand, put it in his pocket, and then squatted down to carefully examine the pressure cooker on the ground. As soon as the lid was opened, a mouthwatering aroma of chicken soup wafted out.

The old man blinked: "This guy is funny, selling a pressure cooker and giving away a pot of old hen soup."

I just got back to my apartment building.

Ruan Zhijuan then heard someone saying something about "someone dying or someone being murdered".

His almond-shaped eyes widened instantly. What? They all knew Zhou Gangxun was going to kill him? He hadn't even called the police yet, how did they all know?

Clutching ten yuan and holding the key, he curiously followed the gathered neighbors to the stairwell.

Then I saw several people in police uniforms carrying a small stretcher down, followed by two real estate agents in suits.

Just as they stepped out of the building entrance, the things on the stretcher that the group was carrying shifted and fell off, rolling through the gaps in the crowd all the way to Ruan Zhijuan's feet.

It's... a human head! Aa ...

Those eyes were staring at him in terror.

Ruan Zhijuan was also looking at him in horror.

If Ruan Zhijuan had seen the face of the boy on the ninth floor yesterday, she would have known that this head belonged to him.

Yesterday, he encountered a ghost and spent half a day bragging to it that he lived in an apartment building.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Ruan Zhijuan stared stiffly at the human head at her feet, her legs went weak, and she grabbed the wall next to her and... peed her pants.

A few minutes later.

Ruan Zhijuan stood in her bathroom, her face flushed, looking at the white underwear she had taken off in the basin, which was soaked. Could he... could he still wash this for Zhou Gangxun?

It seems a bit too obvious. Should I rinse it with water before washing it? Ruan Zhijuan thought to herself, and turned on the tap to rinse the underwear.

"Bang!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhou Gangxun returned.

Ruan Zhijuan shrank back in fright, but then he relaxed when he remembered that his underwear had been washed away. No, it was his wife's killer who had returned! Right now, the shame of wetting his pants was nothing to him... well, it was something.

Zhou Gangxun's gaze fell directly on his underwear, which was being washed by water, as if he were sensing something.

Ruan Zhijuan quickly covered herself with her hand, stammering, "You...you're back?"

Zhou Gangxun glanced at Ruan Zhijuan, his gaze landing on her wet underwear. "Did you pee?"

He squeezed past her, and with two fingers, he took the underwear out from under Ruan Zhijuan's hand.

Ruan Zhijuan's face was burning hot as she glared angrily at Zhou Gangxun. How...how did he know? Was it...was it smelling?

Ruan Zhijuan took a quiet sniff and smelled the air. There was nothing there. But why was Zhou... Zhou Gangxun holding up his underwear and shining it in the light?

abnormal.

We'll arrest him in a bit.

Zhou Gangxun knew, of course, that Ruan Zhijuan had urinated. If it weren't for that reason, Ruan Zhijuan would have simply thrown her underwear in his face and told him to wash it. Since it had urinated, it would have been all wet when he threw it.

"You made it yourself?"

"Hmm..." Ruan Zhijuan responded sullenly. Of course, he peed on his own. Otherwise, would someone pee on his underwear? Zhou Gangxun just knows how to ask nonsense!

Zhou Gangxun was still looking at it. It was just a pair of peed underwear, what was there to see!

Did he not wet his pants when he was a child?

Hmph, he doesn't pee, he was naked when he was a kid! He ran around the whole villa naked.

"Get out of the way." Ruan Zhijuan angrily left her underwear and Zhou Gangxun in the bathroom and ran back to the living room.

Zhou Gangxun washed Ruan Zhijuan's wet underwear with his hands that were about to be washed. When he came out, he paused for a moment, staring at the somewhat empty kitchen counter in front of him.

If I remember correctly, he left a pressure cooker with stewed meat here this morning.

So what about a pressure cooker?

"Did you see that? There's a pressure cooker here, it's huge..." Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, about to gesture with his hand, when he saw Ruan Zhijuan, who had just been staring at him, suddenly lower her head.

"Is...is there?" Ruan Zhijuan stared at the trash can, licking her lips guiltily. "No...no, I didn't see it...I don't know...maybe there are rats."

mouse?

So it's that 1.76-meter-tall, stupid, and bad rat again?

Zhou Gangxun glanced at Ruan Zhijuan and sneered, "A rat knows how to use a pressure cooker?"

What was originally a sarcastic tone sounded to Ruan Zhijuan as if Zhou Gangxun were stating a fact.

His beautiful eyes widened. Oh, so mice can use pressure cookers? That's amazing! He doesn't even know how.

In her previous life, Ruan Zhijuan had heard in the village that rats were very clever and could understand human speech, so if you were going to put rat poison in, you should never tell them. She never expected that rats in the city would actually use pressure cookers.

Looking at Ruan Zhijuan's speechless and foolish appearance, Zhou Gangxun guessed that he must have eaten all the chicken stewed in the pot himself, and then, afraid of being scolded, he made up an excuse to blame the rat.

But what about the pot? It's such a big, brand-new pressure cooker that I've barely used.

Surely Ruan Zhijuan couldn't have eaten the pot too.

After searching around, Zhou Gangxun finally gave up. To save time, he cooked two bowls of egg noodles so he could eat them before heading to the construction site.

Ruan Zhijuan absentmindedly ate her noodles, thinking to herself, "It's already noon, and I still haven't reported Zhou Gangxun. Once Zhou Gangxun leaves, I'll definitely go to the police station to report him and have him arrested!"

After finishing his meal, Zhou Gangxun picked up his keys and glanced at Ruan Zhijuan's noodles, which she had barely touched, before leaving.

"I'll make braised pork tonight."

Then they closed the door and left.

Braised pork! Ruan Zhijuan's eyes suddenly widened, shining like an owl. Zhou Gangxun was going to make braised pork for him tonight, so he couldn't report Zhou Gangxun today.

Let's do it tomorrow. We'll call the police and have him arrested tomorrow.