AWB Chapter 9 You really like my wife?
Chapter 9 You really like my wife?
Zhou Gangxun led Ruan Zhijuan outside the construction site to the shade of a tree.
He held a cigarette to his lips, exhaling smoke, while the other hand was casually tucked into his pocket. His shoulders and neck were slightly hunched forward, and he asked the person with his head slightly lowered, "What is it?"
Although Zhou Gangxun's clothes were covered in dirt from the bricks and mortar, his appearance and figure were still very eye-catching. When he and Ruan Zhijuan stood there, they attracted the attention of passersby.
"How come those two are so good-looking?"
Bai Zhiqi had just come out of the video store when she saw two people standing across the street. "They look like a couple, probably kissing."
"It feels like a TV shoot, the composition, the set, the lighting..." Ji instinctively assumed it was a filming location, and his gaze immediately swept around Zhou Gangxun and Ruan Zhijuan. "But why can't I see any camera equipment?"
"Filming for TV? It must be, 'The Domineering Migrant Worker Falls in Love with Me'? Or 'The Prince Who Turns into a Frog'? Will I be able to be filmed from this position? And tell me, do I look good on camera?" Bai Zhiqi faced the two people across the street, straightened her clothes, and gave a sweet smile.
"No, I'll have to walk back and forth a few more times later, making sure to walk behind them."
"You're disrupting the filming. I don't even know which director is filming this. If you encounter a strict or short-tempered director, they might criticize you. You'd be better off preparing for the role auditions in a few days. Go on, my future Best Actor."
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Across the street, Ruan Zhijuan raised her chin and said matter-of-factly, "Zhou Gangxun, I didn't get to eat the peaches you bought yesterday, I only ate a small half of one, so you have to compensate me."
He didn't get to eat it. Oh right, those two and a half were eaten by a rat that had become a spirit, not by Ruan Zhijuan.
It's wonderful that some people's day begins with malice the moment they open their eyes.
Fearing Zhou Gangxun would disagree, Ruan Zhijuan pulled out her trump card, arguing confidently, "You...you were so beastly with me before, doing inhuman things, you even made my butt all red..."
Ruan Zhijuan was halfway through her sentence when she hurriedly reached for the melting ice cream, smacked her lips, and said, "So it's only right that you earn money for me to spend, but why won't you buy me a peach when I want one! Can't you at least give me a perfectly intact bottom in return?"
Zhou Gangxun looked intently at Ruan Zhijuan, who resembled a fighting chick, her arms like wings ready to flap and take off at any moment.
He automatically blocked out the noise from Ruan Zhijuan, took a drag of his cigarette, and asked with certainty, "You like toads?"
Zhou Gangxun felt that besides money, it was also possible that Ruan Zhijuan's personal aesthetic taste was at play.
"Yes, I want to eat peaches...frog...frog?" Interrupted, Ruan Zhijuan blinked and was stunned for a moment. Huh? Why did he suddenly start talking about toads? Wasn't he just talking about peaches?
Is it possible that Zhou Gangxun, who is only 27 years old, already has hearing problems?
Can he still stay with him?
"You're the one who likes toads." Ruan Zhijuan watched as Zhou Gangxun's face gradually turned serious and began to think.
He's only 19, so much younger than Zhou Gangxun. Not only is Zhou Gangxun an old cow eating young grass, but when Zhou Gangxun gets old, won't he still have to clean up his excrement and take care of him?
What a poor, scheming old man.
Zhou Gangxun had no idea what his wicked wife thought of him. His gaze fell on Ruan Zhijuan's beautiful eyes, and he waved his cigarette-free hand in front of her face with an air of importance, as if testing someone who was blind. "So, you have bad eyesight?"
Otherwise, how could you bring yourself to bite it?
Or is it that his wife was born with some wonderful qualities of selflessness, altruism, and dedication?
But to Ruan Zhijuan, "bad eyesight" was a different matter altogether.
He stared wide-eyed, blinking in disbelief. How did Zhou Gangxun know? The housekeeper and the Ruan family hadn't noticed at all.
Ruan Zhijuan's eyes are indeed a little nearsighted, because in her previous life she helped her parents with odd jobs, sticking on false eyelashes with glue.
After dinner, all the lights are turned off at home, except for my younger brother's room.
My parents said this saves electricity.
But his younger brother's room could only fit three people, so he had to work in the dark in the living room. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he could see a little through the window by the light from other people's houses or the moon.
So over time, he became nearsighted.
Later, when it came to the fake young master, his vision was initially clear; he could see the branches and veins of the leaves, the outlines and features of each person, the numbers on license plates and road signs, and so on...
But perhaps because he was too used to getting very close and squinting to see clearly, his body gradually developed problems and became blurry and unclear.
Ruan Zhijuan didn't dare tell the Ruan family, fearing that treating her eyes would cost a lot of money and that her eyes would be thrown away.
When he told his parents that his eyes seemed to be damaged and he couldn't see things clearly, his parents immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Their eyes stared at him silently, just like the way they would look at chickens and ducks before slaughtering them.
Ruan Zhijuan was terrified. The next day, as soon as he woke up, he said that his eyes were better and he could see again. He must have not rested well yesterday. Now that he had rested well, he was fine and could continue to work. His parents' fearful gazes eased a little.
Later, his eyesight deteriorated more and more, and he had to rely entirely on guesswork.
Upon hearing Zhou Gangxun's question, Ruan Zhijuan felt as if her sore spot had been hit.
Zhou Gangxun was picking on him, just like finding fault with something when buying it—he wanted to drive down the price! He wanted to say he wasn't worth much, and then he wouldn't buy him any more peaches!
"You're the one with bad eyesight, mine's perfectly fine!" Ruan Zhijuan, looking like a deflated balloon, exclaimed to Zhou Gangxun during his online consultation, "Your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys! They're all bad! Your body is completely rotten inside! Utterly rotten!"
He listed all the organs he could think of at the moment.
"Really? Am I that bad?" Zhou Gangxun took a slow puff of his cigarette, pulled out the money he had earned from moving goods last night and the money left over from selling those cuff suits, and slowly waved it in front of Ruan Zhijuan.
Now Ruan Zhijuan stopped examining him and, anxiously staring at the stack of money, some in small bills and some in large bills, mumbled in her throat, "No...no, I can...I can...I can live."
This thick stack of money, how much money is it?
Ruan Zhijuan had never actually seen much money. In her previous life, she had no money. In this life, in the Ruan family, she didn't have to spend any money; she could just swipe her card or ask for it.
Zhou Gangxun took out a twenty-yuan note from inside, then, remembering the few cleanly gnawed peach pits in the trash can, he took out a ten-yuan note, making a total of thirty yuan, and handed it to Ruan Zhijuan.
The 30 yuan was for lunch as well. Usually, three or four yuan could buy a dish with two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. You could also spend an extra two yuan for a meat dish. That way, he wouldn't go back to cook for him at noon. He would just sleep in the shared tin shack at the construction site.
"Let's go." Zhou Gangxun was about to go back when his gaze swept over Ruan Zhijuan's clothes. They were just the right size for him, but they looked too big and loose on Ruan Zhijuan. From the side, you could even see the two pieces of her precious flesh underneath his clothes.
What, are you having a baby tour now? Not keeping them to yourself anymore?
Because I need to find a buyer, I need to show it to others to have its appraisal value determined.
"Don't dress like this again." Zhou Gangxun said coldly, pinching the side of Ruan Zhijuan's vest and burning the cigarette butt in his hand onto the edge of the garment. "Don't move."
"You...you're going to burn me!" Ruan Zhijuan's eyes suddenly widened in terror. "Ahhh! It's on fire!!!! ∑(°Д°ノ)ノ I'm going to burn up!!"
"If it gets too hot, we'll have roast suckling pig." Zhou Gangxun quickly pinched the fabric between his fingers to make it stick together. He looked at Ruan Zhijuan, who was groaning in fright, and muttered "idiot" under his breath. He let go of the fabric as soon as it cooled down.
After finishing on the other side, he glanced at Ruan Zhijuan, curled his lip, cursed her in his heart as an idiot, and turned to leave.
Ruan Zhijuan looked at the money in his hand with a happy smile, not even glancing at Zhou Gangxun. Humph, he didn't care. Anyway, these were Zhou Gangxun's clothes. He wouldn't care if they got dirty, and someone else would wash them. He wasn't going to change them back.
However, Zhou Gangxun was quite generous and gave him thirty yuan.
Ruan Zhijuan doesn't really have a concept of money. In his previous life, his parents never gave him any money, and he didn't have any pocket money either. However, his younger brother probably did. In this life, the Ruan family doesn't need him to spend money. Whatever he wants, they will buy it and appear at his home the next day.
The reason Zhou Gangxun is considered generous is that thirty thirty-dollar sums would amount to a thousand dollars.
The thousand yuan was the dowry his parents paid when they sold him to the old blind man.
However, he didn't know that when he was a young master, a single bowl or plate in his house cost hundreds or thousands of dollars, because they were either porcelain plates fired in kilns or custom-made bone china plates made from foreign glass art. And when he was doing bad things according to the system, he had already smashed dozens of tableware worth hundreds of dollars.
He was still heartbroken about the bowls and plates he had broken, which probably cost four or five yuan.
Needless to say, Zhou Gangxun's high-end custom-made pure black umbrella costs thousands of yuan.
A decent luxury umbrella can cost tens of thousands of yuan depending on the fabric and handle customization. His umbrella with a sterling silver handle and beechwood shaft, plus his English engraving, cost nearly 20,000 yuan.
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As soon as Zhou Gangxun returned to the construction site, Wang Fucai clung to him like a leech.
"Gangxun." Wang Fucai addressed Zhou Gangxun as if they were old friends, speaking in a tone like an older brother, "I saw your wife was wearing your clothes just now, that's not right of you. How come your own wife doesn't even have a decent set of clothes? If this were my wife, she could have whatever she wanted..."
"Your wife?" Zhou Gangxun picked out a few words from Wang Fucai's bunch of nonsense, his gaze sweeping straight at him without any attempt to conceal it. The veins on his arm throbbed with restlessness, and his dark eyes grew increasingly gloomy, radiating a chilling aura.
Unaware of what was happening, Wang Fucai continued talking, his words flowing freely, "How about I take my sister-in-law to the mall later to buy her some clothes? Consider it a gift from me, as her older brother, on our first meeting. I'll also treat her to something nice for lunch; look how thin she's become..."
As the chill emanating from him grew more pronounced, causing him to shiver, Wang Fucai finally swallowed his dry mouth, which had become parched from speaking.
When he paused, Zhou Gangxun didn't respond, and the air suddenly fell into an awkward silence.
Wang Fucai felt inexplicably flustered and quickly looked at Zhou Gangxun.
Zhou Gangxun looked at him with a faint smile, the smile not reaching his eyes, and said, "You really like my wife?"