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

Chapter 90 The Gold Bracelet

Early the next morning.

"Zhou Gangxun, Xiao Hei chewed up the puppy slippers you bought me!" Ruan Zhijuan ran up to Zhou Gangxun in her slippers and complained, "These were the brand new pair."

Seeing that Ruan Zhijuan seemed unwilling to be friends with Xiao Hei anymore, Zhou Gangxun picked up the shoes to examine them and saw a faint tooth mark on the puppy slipper.

"Little Blackie is naughty." Zhou Gangxun suddenly stood up, grabbed Ruan Zhijuan's slippers, and headed towards Little Blackie. "I need to hit it a few times so it knows that biting things is wrong."

Hit...hit a few times.

Ruan Zhijuan's eyes widened suddenly, and she said in a flustered voice, "No...no need, Xiao Hei is so small, if you hit it with such a big hand, how can it survive...it would be gone in an instant..."

Thinking of Zhou Gangxun's slap and the time he himself had been hit on the chest, Ruan Zhijuan quickly grabbed Zhou Gangxun's arm and pleaded for Xiao Hei, "Zhou Gangxun, it...it wasn't damaged...it can still be worn..."

She wondered to herself, "Does Zhou Gangxun have violent tendencies?"

Ruan Zhijuan has been watching a TV series these past few days called "Don't Talk to Strangers," which is quite scary. The TV show says that people who commit domestic violence can usually be identified by small things. Zhou Gangxun... really likes to bite him and hit his flesh, which is indeed somewhat similar.

Hmph, how could he have ever thought that Zhou Gangxun would be good to the child if he had one? He's a big devil.

"Aren't you going to fight Xiao Hei anymore?" Zhou Gangxun asked Ruan Zhijuan.

"Hmm..." Ruan Zhijuan nodded quickly.

"What should we do then? I was really angry just now. Xiao Hei chewed up your favorite shoes." Zhou Gangxun's face darkened as he looked at Ruan Zhijuan and mischievously suggested, "How about you stick your butt out and take the beating for him? Isn't he your little dog?"

How can this be attributed to him?

Ruan Zhijuan was utterly astonished by Zhou Gangxun's shamelessness. He gaped, speechless, "You...it's your puppy too, it's our puppy, both of us, you understand?"

Zhou Gangxun ignored what Ruan Zhijuan said and arrogantly said, "Choose one: your chest or your buttocks."

"If you don't choose, play both."

Ruan Zhijuan fell silent. When faced with a difficult question, he chose to pretend he hadn't heard it. So he started a conversation himself, grabbing Zhou Gangxun's arm with a few fingers and instructing him, "Zhou Gangxun, you shouldn't have handled it this way. You should have bought me a new pair, made me happy, and then reflected on your own actions."

"What should I reflect on?" Zhou Gangxun asked, staring at Ruan Zhijuan.

"You didn't keep a close eye on Xiao Hei."

"Oh, so it was my fault for not keeping a close eye on Xiao Hei." Zhou Gangxun nodded noncommittally, raised his hand, and covered Ruan Zhijuan's eyes. "Close your eyes."

Ruan Zhijuan suddenly felt a chill on her buttocks. "Zhou Gangxun... what are you doing... why are you taking off your pants to hit me... if you don't hit me, I'm your wife..."

Zhou Gangxun ignored him. Ruan Zhijuan felt like she was being bitten and pinched all over her body. Something was stuffed into her hand. It was heavy and felt like a gold bracelet. It felt the same as his gold lock.

Zhou Gangxun's hand blocked Ruan Zhijuan's view, so she could only blink and grope in her hand. "Zhou Gangxun, what is this? Is it a gold bracelet? Or a silver bracelet? No one would give a silver bracelet, would they? If they were to give one, it would definitely be gold."

An affected voice involuntarily escaped Ruan Zhijuan's lips, sweet and cloying, "How much does this gold bracelet cost? It's so heavy in my hand. Was it a gift for me? Now that it's in my hand, it's mine."

"Yes, yours." Zhou Gangxun's words became brief, his voice slightly hoarse. "80g."

I bought it at a gold shop for 86 yuan per gram. With the craftsmanship fee, the whole thing cost around 7,000 yuan.

Zhou Gangxun asked, "Is this kind of self-criticism acceptable?"

Poor Ruan Zhijuan had no idea what Zhou Gangxun had eaten this time, and was still gloating over that she had received a big gold bracelet. "That's more like it, but if you make a mistake again next time, the reprimand will be much heavier than this."

"Double it next time." Zhou Gangxun, while being a hypocrite, pretended to be a good person and said, "Xiao Hei just grew teeth and is a little unaccustomed to it. Your shoes have your scent on them, so it chewed on them. It means it likes you. We'll just buy it a dog chew toy later."

"Zhongyi... Zhou Gangxun, what are you doing...?" Ruan Zhijuan felt like a puppy, because he had to take the beating in place of Xiao Hei, so he had to be the same as Xiao Hei.

Ruan Zhijuan pouted. Zhou Gangxun was really a bad guy. He wanted to beat up Xiao Hei and then beat him up too.

"Stand tall, wife."

Twenty minutes later.

Ruan Zhijuan was dressed in a different outfit by Zhou Gangxun and placed peacefully on the sofa.

He stared blankly at the sky, thinking how terrible it was that Zhou Gangxun had deliberately removed his hand from his eyes so he could see the puppy peeing.

bathroom.

Zhou Gangxun washed the wet clothes and lectured the little black dog curled up by the door, "You should be able to understand human speech by now. Don't go to your mother's and break things. Disobedient puppies can't stay at home."

"Everything in this family takes priority over your mother; there's no way to treat everyone equally."

"Don't feel it's unfair. I raised you from a baby, feeding you every little bit. I've never even wiped your bottom myself. Remember that? Don't bully your mother."

Little Black tilts his head left and right, trying to understand what Zhou Gangxun is saying.

Zhou Gangxun raised his hand, pinched the puppy's head, and made Xiao Hei nod.

"Don't always cling to him. You're so old now, you should know your limits."

The little black dog, whose head was being forced down once again, peeked out from between the fingers with one eye: Me? Daddy, are you talking about me? I'm only sixteen days old, woof.