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

Chapter 89 He is her husband, so she should teach him well.

An hour later, in the bathroom.

Warm water flowed down, passing through Zhou Gang's healthy and complete body.

In the story, when his wife made him sign the loan agreement at a high interest rate, she kissed him like this, cuddled him affectionately, and her happiness was evident in her eyes as she said, "Honey, let's live a good life together from now on."

It sounds like something an ordinary couple would say, after the husband made his first big sum of money.

A cripple who had always been treated with cold words and insults had his self-esteem and pride worn away. He could only look at his wife and others with resentment. Suddenly, in that instant, he felt the warmth of his wife's body and her smiling face again, which he had not felt for a long time.

Whether it's genuine or feigned.

Zhou Gangxun felt that if it were really him, he might have thought at that time, "So be it, I'll accept whatever happens."

He might have Stockholm syndrome.

His wife was alive and well, her body still warm.

However, the plot is rigid, fixed, and stiff, revolving around the two main characters.

Zhou Gangxun was well aware that he and his wife had different perspectives.

Whether from the perspective of the plot or from their own point of view, he cannot stand on a known perspective to criticize someone who is unaware of the plot, or even someone who may be controlled by the plot.

He is only standing at a "known" starting point, not at an already occurred end point.

Zhou Gangxun experienced it firsthand. In order to make him disabled, the plot involved first a steel bar falling, then a landslide, and finally a leg injury before he could finally have peace.

He shouldn't ignore his foolish wife's fear of having no money and an uncertain future just because he thinks he can support a family.

This is not fair.

Moreover, he cannot guarantee whether the dream sequence in this storyline is accurate or realistic enough.

For him, a normal person, after a sudden plot unfolds, would first question its authenticity, and only then would he question his foolish wife's actions, and why she would do such a thing.

His foolish wife was only nineteen, but he was twenty-seven, an experienced and discerning adult man.

His wife, unaware of right and wrong, is heading down a wrong path of no return. If he, as her husband, doesn't care, who else can help her?

This has nothing to do with whether he loves her or not; he is her husband, so he should teach her well.

His wife didn't ask for much, just a meat dish, a few peaches, and some laundry; that might be enough to draw him to her side.

So even knowing the plot might go this way from the beginning, he didn't abandon his foolish wife. Isn't that exactly the purpose of the plot—to make his wife run off with someone else?

He can only follow his own desires, not the script.

Zhou Gangxun thought for a moment, then picked up the underwear he had just taken off Ruan Zhijuan, wet it with water, squeezed on some shower gel, and wiped his body.

Actually, none of the above has anything to do with him.

He just felt that his slutty, vicious, and stupid wife could only be played with by him, hated by him, and begged him while crying.

Seeing his wife's beautiful face covered in his saliva and teeth marks, he could only keep wiping it with his hands in disgust, making his wife groan and her eyes water. His wife could only secretly switch sides...

He gave his wife many names, and whenever he called them, his beautiful but silly wife would come running like a puppy, saying, "Baby's here, wife's here..."

His wife likes to be played with, and he likes to play with his wife.

He's lost her; where can he find another wife like her? What's the point of him doing this?

He's not stupid; there's no second wife like his in the world, nor will there be a substitute for her.

Zhou Gangxun squeezed shower gel onto the mint green cloth again and washed it a second time.

After washing up, Zhou Gangxun came out of the bathroom, looked at Ruan Zhijuan, lowered his head, and bit his cheek hard. "Here's yours back. We're even now. Don't think you can seduce me."

While still asleep, Ruan Zhijuan groaned as she was bitten, "Why did you bite me, boohoo... Zhou Gangxun, the hawthorn canned fruit I was eating bit me, I can't eat it anymore..."

Poor thing, BB's wife is so pitiful. She'll have to live like this from now on; there's no escaping it.