usenovelgroup Chapter 19 My Wife is a Dog
Chapter 19 My Wife is a Dog
Ruan Zhijuan walked angrily towards her rented room. Just as she reached the vicinity of the residential area, someone called out to her, "Are you Zhou Gangxun's wife?"
"What a coincidence! I'm the boss of his construction site. My name is Wang Fucai." Wang Fucai smiled, thinking to himself, Zhou Gangxun wasn't going to introduce him to anyone, so he decided to come and wait for him himself. He didn't expect to actually catch him.
"Hey, sister-in-law, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Come on, I'll take you to eat."
Ruan Zhijuan saw this person at the construction site yesterday. He was standing next to Zhou Gangxun, and his neck seemed to only reach Zhou Gangxun's waist.
Hearing that the other person said they would take him out to eat, Ruan Zhijuan stopped and ordered, "I want braised pork, a beef bun, and two cups of sweet soy milk."
"Okay, there's a steamed bun shop up ahead with braised pork. Let's go eat there at the mall later, and then we can do some shopping." Wang Fucai snorted inwardly, thinking, Zhou Gangxun can't even afford a meat bun for his wife, how can he compare to him? He knows which one to choose without even thinking.
Wang Fucai ordered three beef buns and two cups of sweet soy milk for Ruan Zhijuan to eat first, then took a taxi and led her to the department store while they ate.
We arrived at the mall in just a few minutes.
"Or how about we talk about it..." Ruan Zhijuan said as she walked, biting into the meat filling of a beef bun, "You're the boss."
Is this a compliment? It's a compliment to him, saying he's clearly an outstanding person.
Wang Fucai straightened up, straightened his back, and adjusted his belt by pulling it to the sides to avoid choking.
Looking at Wang Fucai's increasingly large belly, Ruan Zhijuan once again agreed with what she had just said: with such a big belly, he must be very rich, and it must be all oily and greasy.
He shook his head, chewing on the beef bun in his mouth, and mumbled, "Not like Zhou Gangxun."
He ate only bland food, so his belly was flat and hard, with eight muscle bulges on it, and a line running down to his pants. He also had big breasts, like he was producing milk.
Now that he's bankrupt and poor, his muscles are even more defined.
Upon hearing this, Wang Fucai secretly cheered, feeling even more confident. He realized that this person had seen his good fortune and was dissatisfied with that poor wretch Zhou Gangxun.
Hmph, what are steamed buns, soy milk, and braised pork? If I bought him some nice new clothes, gave him some Hong Kong-style milk tea, and took him to a movie, wouldn't he be calling me husband right now? Or he could call me brother.
He looked at Ruan Zhijuan's tattered, dark vest, stained with dried, dark watermarks from wiping away tears and drool, and splattered with ice cream and peach juice. "..."
He looks like a pretty idiot who's mentally challenged, incapable of taking care of himself, and eats snot with his nose all the time.
Could it be that Zhou Gangxun really married a beautiful but foolish woman?
But the material of this tattered garment looks surprisingly good.
Wang Fucai had worked in a garment factory in his early years and had handled a lot of fabrics. He looked her up and down, and his gaze fell on the seam of Ruan Zhijuan's vest. There was a small silk label with the letters "VERSACE" written on it. It looked just like the Versace brand.
But I've never heard of his family making vests...
Got it! It must be a fake, cheap knock-off that Zhou Gangxun bought. If it were real, wouldn't it cost three or four thousand yuan? Zhou Gangxun couldn't afford the real thing.
He had never even worn these clothes before; he had only seen the young master of the Ji family wearing them when he went to Hong Kong.
See, let's just say it's from a street vendor.
The vest has loose threads all over both sides, like the sleeves were taken off. Would a real vest look like this?
What kind of tattered clothes did Zhou Gangxun dress his wife in? Even a fool wouldn't be fooled like that.
Wang Fucai immediately retorted angrily, "Sister-in-law, what do you want? I'll buy it for you! I, Wang Fucai, may not have much else, but I have plenty of money."
"Then I want to eat that." Ruan Zhijuan finished chewing the last bite of beef in her mouth, sipped her sweet soy milk, and her eyes immediately fell on the KFC sign on the first floor of the mall, "Kenji".
In his previous life, there was no school in the village, so his younger brother attended primary school in the county town.
One weekend when I came home, there were those colorful little tickets with chicken legs drawn on them in my brother's pencil case, and it said KFC.
My younger brother said this is called KFC, that it tastes good, and that he has eaten KFC before.
But how could that be? How could he possibly eat KFC? His parents said that all the money in the house went to his younger brother's schooling, and they had no money left. They could only save money by eating porridge. So every time he came back from work, he would only have a bowl and a half of clear porridge and a few pieces of pickled vegetables.
It must be my younger brother's vanity that's causing this; he not only lied to himself but also told me he had eaten it.
Ruan Zhijuan looked at the numbers on the bills. Corn and some kind of tart cost four yuan, chicken wings and chicken pieces cost six or seven yuan, and hamburgers and wraps cost ten yuan. A meal like that would cost more than twenty yuan.
That should be enough porridge for him and his parents to eat for a month.
When it comes to porridge, Zhou Gangxun doesn't know how to cook it; his porridge is as thick as rice.
He said it twice: porridge isn't like that; you need to add a lot of water until it's very thin to make porridge.
But Zhou Gangxun just looked at him, then poured him a cup of hot water and told him to add it himself.
Ruan Zhijuan poured in more than two cups of hot water, and the porridge in the bowl became slightly thinner.
However, Zhou Gangxun's porridge didn't make him hungry at all. In his previous life, he was still hungry after eating the porridge his parents cooked, which left him with no energy to do any work.
As soon as Ruan Zhijuan entered the KFC, she felt a cool breeze on her face. There was air conditioning!
The Ruan family uses air conditioning. The living room is a rectangular box the size of a refrigerator. However, Ruan Zhijuan feels a bit cold, probably because he used to work in the sun all day long and is used to the heat.
"Hello, what would you like to order?" the young lady at the ordering area asked with a smile.
"I want this." Without thinking, Ruan Zhijuan chose the family bucket. In his past life, he had secretly stolen this bill from his younger brother's pencil case. Every night when he was too hungry to sleep, he would look at it, examine the contents of the bucket repeatedly, and then hold it like a treasure to sleep.
At first, he would hide the money in different places every day, afraid to look his younger brother in the eye or talk to him, for fear that his brother would find out that he had stolen the money and then tell their parents.
But he later discovered that his younger brother had no idea that one of the tickets was missing, because his pencil case kept getting filled with new tickets afterward.
Ruan Zhijuan's eyes were a little red. He rubbed them and looked up at the cashier, asking the same questions he used to practice every night: "What's in here? Corn, tarts, chicken wings..."
"We have everything." The young lady taking orders blushed under Ruan Zhijuan's expectant puppy eyes. She smiled and said, "In addition to what you just mentioned, the family bucket also includes two iced cola drinks."
Wang Fucai watched as Ruan Zhijuan skillfully asked what was inside. Wang Yan was displeased and his face fell. Ha, Zhou Gangxun brought him here to eat before?
That won't do. Zhou Gangxun has already given him something. What's the point of him giving it to him again? If he's going to give something, he should give something that Zhou Gangxun hasn't given him before.
With his protruding belly, he stepped forward and squeezed into the ordering area, waving his hand lavishly and saying, "Then besides what's in this bucket, we'll have one of everything else that's not there."
While in the ordering area, Ruan Zhijuan felt her body sway, and when she looked again, she was sitting on the ground.
He blinked in confusion: What's wrong? Why did he lie down?
"Would you like soup and a drink too?" the waitress asked uncertainly.
"I said one of each item," Wang Fucai said, pulling out his wallet to reveal stacks of at least a dozen red banknotes. "How much is it in total?"
Those queuing nearby immediately realized that he was a nouveau riche.
Tsk tsk tsk, she's keeping that handsome young man next to her and taking him out for fun.
"That's 162 yuan in total." The cashier finished taking the order, paid the bill, and handed the receipt to Wang Fucai. "It includes several different drinks and soups, which I've included in the total."
Two hundred? You spent two hundred on such a small thing?
Wang Fucai snorted, glanced at the receipt, and pulled out two bills from his bag to pay. It was only two hundred yuan, wasn't it? He wasn't as poor as Zhou Gangxun, but he couldn't spend too much. At most, he couldn't exceed five hundred... six hundred... seven hundred at most. He didn't have much of a relationship with Ruan Zhijuan yet.
In half an hour, Ruan Zhijuan ate a whole family bucket and an extra roll and burger.
He collected the rest and put them into the bucket, then hugged them and made them his own ( ￣^￣).
Throughout the entire process, Wang Fucai ate half a bag of fries under Ruan Zhijuan's fierce and hungry gaze, so terrified that he didn't even dare to touch the ketchup.
Later, he bought a new bag to compensate Ruan Zhijuan, and only then did Ruan Zhijuan regain her human form.
Damn it, it must be that poor bastard Zhou Gangxun who's never let him have a proper meal! He's grown to be over 1.9 meters tall, while his poor sister-in-law is only 1.7... 1.75... 1.76 meters...
Oh, he's taller than him. Oh well, maybe he should get some 10cm height-increasing insoles to wear.
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Around 7 or 8 p.m., Zhou Gangxun finished work, but as soon as he entered the rented room, he noticed that the lunch on the kitchen counter had not been touched.
Ruan Zhijuan did not return.
During his lunch break at the construction site, he went to the nearby vegetable market and bought some chili peppers, tomatoes, greens, and a few eggs. Passing by the meat section, he remembered how pitifully Ruan Zhijuan had been licking the meat that morning, so he ordered a pound of pork ribs.
Then I went home and cooked for Ruan Zhijuan. I made braised pork ribs, potato pancakes, and noodle soup. When I waited until midnight and no one came back, I ate the noodle soup and potato pancakes myself. I took the pork ribs and put them in a cool place to cover them with something before going back to the construction site.
Zhou Gangxun looked at the dark sky outside, took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked one.
His brows furrowed slightly, his lips turned cold, and he exhaled a puff of smoke. "Ah, she's already asleep."
A short while later, two extinguished cigarette butts appeared in the kitchen trash can.
On the third one, he took the bag, picked up the plate of braised pork ribs that no one had eaten, and poured it in.
"Splash—"
Just then, Ruan Zhijuan opened the door and returned. Her eyes, as if automatically locked on, skipped over the black bag in Zhou Gangxun's hand and landed on the braised pork ribs. She exclaimed in alarm, "Wow! What...what are you doing? Why...why are my braised pork ribs in the trash bag?"
As she spoke, Ruan Zhijuan ran over to the braised pork ribs.
Zhou Gangxun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at the large and small bags that Ruan Zhijuan had left at the door. He knew without asking that Wang Fucai had bought them for him.
He gave a slight twitch of his lips, his eyes devoid of any smile as he lowered his head and stared indifferently at Ruan Zhijuan, asking, "Yours?"
"You've already eaten, but the stray black dog downstairs hasn't eaten yet. I'll go feed it."
Ruan Zhijuan had seen that little black dog before; it was always looking for food in the trash can.
"You! You fed the braised pork ribs to the dog! I didn't even get to eat any! Well then, you can have the dog as your wife. You'll be a big stray dog from now on, with that little stray dog by your side." Ruan Zhijuan was furious, even more so than Zhou Gangxun, who said he'd never seen an electric fan before, stole his meat bun, and called him an idiot!
Because he felt like a stray dog, even more so than the little black dog, especially in his past life.
But no one threw him a bone to eat.
At least the little black dog outside still gets fed by Zhou Gangxun.
"Yeah, my wife is a dog." Zhou Gangxun repeated, staring down at Ruan Zhijuan. His dark eyes reflected Ruan Zhijuan, who was clenching her hands, tilting her head back, and looking red with anger.
His wife is an ungrateful, restless, and stupid dog who's always thinking about cheating on him with someone else.