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

Chapter 85 Thank you, wife.

"Has the Ruan family really been investigated?" Zhou Gangxun asked.

"I checked, and the real young master of the Ruan family has been living well for the past nineteen years. It's obvious he's been raised elsewhere." Huo Wenyong on the other end of the phone opened a brown paper bag on his desk and took out a stack of things.

"Ruan Xingyue, the Ruan family's own son, lives in the mainland in a small villa called White Mary. He has a nanny to take care of him and is picked up and dropped off by luxury cars. When he reached school age, he entered an international private school and studied from elementary school to high school. Now he has been admitted to a prestigious university. He is living a very smooth life, so smooth that I am jealous."

Huo Wenyong joked, but he also felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart. If everything they had just guessed was correct, it was very likely that everything that the real young master Ruan Xingyue and the Ruan family owned now belonged to Ruan Zhijuan.

He opened another phone, which showed a new email.

[From the description, it seems that A and B, or even the entire B family, have some kind of patron-supplier relationship, but more details are needed. For now, I'll just tell Mr. Huo about this current speculation...]

Huo Wenyong read through the entire text. The gist of it was that Ruan Zhijuan and the Ruan family had a balanced relationship of support in the early stages, until Ruan Zhijuan was eighteen or nineteen years old, when she could completely seize power.

One reason why Ruan Zhijuan and Ruan Xingyue cannot be together is that their birth charts, past experiences, and many other factors may have caused them to be incompatible.

The second reason is that Ruan Xingyue is the nemesis of the Ruan family, so he needs to completely seize the family's fortune before he can return to the Ruan family.

"Buzz—"

Huo Wenyong's phone received another message: "Mr. Huo, this is Ji Chenghe. I cordially invite you to my engagement banquet with Xingyue on September 2nd, early next month."

fool.

Huo Wenyong cursed, turned off his phone, and invited him to the engagement banquet. He wasn't worried that the man might accidentally ruin their wedding banquet or set it on fire, which would only harm himself.

And who knows if it's a trap?

After all, before Zhou Gangxun went bankrupt, he and Huo Wenyong were among the top one or two in Hong Kong. Now that one of them is gone, the remaining one is too big to be trifled with and could easily become the next piece of meat to be devoured by multiple companies.

The total share is fixed; by eliminating the majority, others can get a larger share.

"Hmm." Zhou Gangxun, with his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear, soaked Ruan Zhijuan's underwear in a small basin, washed it clean, and said in a deep voice, "Ayong, we need to continue the investigation. We need to find the feng shui master who helped the Ruan family change their fortune nineteen years ago to find out exactly what they did to Ruan Zhijuan."

"I know," Huo Wenyong asked. "What are your plans?"

"Everything taken must be returned. I'll be back in Hong Kong in a while." Zhou Gangxun's tone was sharp, his voice carrying an air of authority, whether it was his or his wife's.

Isn't that what villains do?

But not now, he needs to earn money to support his wife first.

We need to heal ourselves first before worrying about those bastards.

"OK, call me anytime if you need anything." Huo Wenyong thought for a moment, but couldn't resist asking, "But what's the situation between you and your wife now? Buying her a phone and checking her past—is it out of concern for and protection of her identity? Or is it something else—you've fallen in love?"

Zhou Gangxun glanced at the call time; twenty minutes had passed. He ended the call briefly, saying, "I'm hanging up. My wife is waiting for me."

He didn't go out, and his wife definitely wouldn't dare eat the last fried chicken leg; she was so tempted that she kept watching while looking at her phone.

"I..." Before the person on the other end of the phone could finish speaking, Zhou Gangxun abruptly hung up.

A few seconds later, Huo Wenyong sent another text message: "I find you really boring."

"Wife, wife, wife, so you think you're the only one with a wife? You just wait until I find one."

"Squeak—"

A sound came from outside the bathroom door. Zhou Gangxun looked over and saw Ruan Zhijuan peering into the bathroom through the glass door with a lewd and persistent look. "Zhou Gangxun, are you peeing? You've been peeing for a long time!"

"That chicken leg, and there's another one, Zhou Gangxun. You probably don't want to eat it anymore. It's not crispy anymore, the skin is soft, and it's all wet and oily. It's not good to eat. Don't eat it. Wait until I make a new one."

One question ended, but a new one arose: "Zhou Gangxun, also, how do I make calls with this phone? I just entered your number, but it didn't go through... Is it broken?"

After Ruan Zhijuan finished speaking, she suddenly became nervous and said anxiously, "Zhou Gangxun, a phone worth a thousand yuan can't be broken! Why don't you stop peeing and check my phone first, honey?"

Zhou Gangxun raised an eyebrow slightly, like a clingy puppy. He opened the door, took the phone, and said, "It's not broken. You need to buy a phone card to make calls."

As he spoke, he silently opened the menu bar and set the location modes of Ruan Zhijuan and his two phones. If a location remained in a certain place for more than three minutes, the purchased location service would send a message to Zhou Gangxun, reporting Ruan Zhijuan's location.

"I'll buy it later," he said, returning the phone to its owner as if he hadn't done anything.

Zhou Gangxun's gaze swept over Ruan Zhijuan inch by inch. He reached out and hugged Ruan Zhijuan, resting his chin on his shoulder, inhaling his scent deeply, and said, "Wife, I want to smoke now."

Yes, it's warm, at body temperature.

His wife is still here, alive and well.

"Zhou Gangxun, you...you said you wouldn't smoke." Ruan Zhijuan whispered in Zhou Gangxun's ear, tilted her head back, frowned at him, and hummed in her throat, expressing her strong dissatisfaction with his disobedience.

Zhou Gangxun shook his head playfully, "Did I say I wouldn't smoke? I didn't say that, wife."

He never actually said that; it was Ruan Zhijuan who said it and then agreed to it herself.

He didn't participate in a single word.

"Hmph, you...you're such a bad person who doesn't keep their word...I hate you the most! You've ruined your ears from smoking...why are you still smoking...?"

Ruan Zhijuan glared angrily at Zhou Gangxun, her face glowing with health from eating and drinking well these past few days and not staying up late last night. She pouted, hands on her hips, and said, "I know what you're thinking, Zhou Gangxun, you're a bastard, a bastard..."

As he spoke, he muttered curses as he pulled up his shirt, "Is this what you want?"

There's nothing I can do, absolutely nothing. That's what it's like to be Zhou Gangxun's wife, that's what happens when you're married to that bastard.

Don't assume that every penny Xiao Ruan receives comes from thin air, and don't assume that it's easy for Zhou Gangxun to give him hundreds of dollars at a time. It's all earned through Zhou Gangxun's drooling and greed.

Anyone else would definitely not be able to stand it, and he wouldn't be able to either. Humph, Zhou Gangxun would become an unwanted old bachelor.

Hmph, let him be an old bachelor then.

"If you eat, you can't smoke anymore..." Ruan Zhijuan said with a drooping mouth, but she still straightened her chest as if fulfilling her mission.

Zhou Gangxun lowered his eyes, looking at the pile of white flesh. Although that wasn't what he really thought, his wife wanted to be clever, and he had no reason to refuse. Child psychology says that in this situation, you should praise and flatter, and not discourage the other person's enthusiasm, otherwise it won't be so easy next time.

So without hesitation, he buried his face in her chest, breathing heavily through his mouth, and said to the flesh of his heart, "Thank you, wife. Hmm? Aren't you my wife? Say something..."

Ruan Zhijuan immediately felt hot all over, her face, ears, and neck turned pink, her legs went weak, and her head became dizzy. Unable to stand, she could only hug Zhou Gangxun's head.

Zhou Gangxun is truly an incredibly perverted person. Why would someone call her "wife" while pointing at her chest?

shameless.

"Wife..."

Zhou Gangxun squinted at Ruan Zhijuan, thinking about how Ruan Zhijuan had climbed into his bed back then.

Clinging to powerful figures, seeking a way out... these are all obvious reasons.

Are there any other reasons besides these?