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

Chapter 17 Getting Up and Sleeping Again

Ruan Zhijuan didn't move her head, but her eyes moved to look at the old lady (￢_￢): Haha, Grandma is in a good mood tonight, she's even joking...

"Why is there a pink paper doll with it?" A bespectacled man among the people opposite said, his eyes darting over.

"The nose and eyes are drawn clearly, and it's quite pretty, but aren't paper dolls usually dressed in red for men and green for women, or green for men and pink for women? Why is this male paper doll wearing pink?"

Ruan Zhijuan's gaze followed and fell on the paper figure he was talking about in his hand. Her eyes widened suddenly. Wasn't that... wasn't that him in that person's hand?

How did he turn into a paper doll?

"The feel is also..." Yang Siyan paused. The paper figure under his fingers felt smooth, with the texture of skin, and even a faint warmth that was almost imperceptible, just like a real living person.

Yang Siyan's brow twitched slightly, as if he suddenly realized something. He grabbed the paper figure in his hand and turned it towards Uncle Wu, "The pretty child you were talking about earlier, could this be...?"

Before Uncle Wu could turn around, the exquisite features on the paper figure suddenly vanished like water droplets, turning into an ordinary paper figure with two crudely drawn eye outlines on a large white paper face, lacking any pupils, a bulbous nose, red lips, and rosy cheeks...

"Huh?" Uncle Wu looked at the paper figures in Yang Siyan's hand upon hearing the voice. "Ah, you mean these? These are the paper figures of a boy and a girl that I bought for my mother, to accompany her in the underworld. This is the girl, and there's also a boy."

Uncle Wu remembered hearing him say it was beautiful earlier, so he politely said, "If you like it, I'll give you their paper craft shop's phone number later. You can order some, make them sturdier, and they're cheap and good." So he wouldn't keep thinking about other people's wives.

Yang Siyan: "..." What's the point of giving it to him? He's not dead. Are you going to put a paper figure in the house to ward off evil spirits?

Also, phrases like "make it sturdy," "cheap and easy to use"... why do they sound so awkward?

"They've dug it all out, they've dug it all out."

"Let's go, the auspicious time has arrived. Carry the coffin, but don't lower it halfway." Yang Siyan placed the paper figure into the coffin, checked its condition, and reminded Uncle Wu, "Recite the incantation."

"Mom, your son is moving you to a new address today..." Uncle Wu said, scattering white paper money with each step.

Yang Siyan followed behind him, chanting the lyrics, "The dead travel on their way, the living give way—"

"Those who are not involved should stay away and not watch."

"Watch out for collisions..."

Just as Ruan Zhijuan was about to turn away after understanding what was happening, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if she had been slapped several times. Her head became dizzy and she felt unsteady on her feet and was about to fall.

In a dizzying moment, he saw the old woman hunched over, hands behind her back, slowly following the group of people.

"Snap—"

"Ouch..." Ruan Zhijuan opened his eyes and saw Zhou Gangxun staring at him with his brows furrowed, his right hand raised, about to strike him.

Ruan Zhijuan: (≖_≖ )?

"You...you raised your hand to do something to your aunt? Are you trying to secretly hit me...? Let me tell you, I saw it..." Ruan Zhijuan stared intently at Zhou Gangxun's hand, rubbing her numb chest.

Zhou Gangxun acted as if nothing had happened, withdrew his hand, and said in a nonchalant tone, "You snore, so I'll wake you up and make you go back to sleep."

Ruan Zhijuan:...? …ʕㅎ_ㅎʔっPlease, go to the spicy side.

He glanced at Zhou Gangxun, thought for a moment, and asked, "Zhou Gangxun, can you carry me to the toilet?"

My legs... my legs are weak. How could they not be weak after walking all night? Also, Ruan Zhijuan thinks it's because of the nightmares she's had these past two days. It feels like even the part that controls urination isn't working properly anymore.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Gangxun sat back down in the chair next to the hospital bed, looking at him, and said, "He wets the bed."

Ruan Zhijuan's almond-shaped eyes, still a little sleepy, widened with alertness. What did he say? How could he wet the bed? Zhou Gangxun, when he was rich, was he always like this at home? He just... just wet the bed? How could he be so unhygienic?

Wait a minute! So Zhou Gangxun had already started experiencing incontinence before...!

Then he won't have to carry plastic bags to wipe Zhou Gangxun's butt in the future...

"No way." Ruan Zhijuan pouted, referring both to Zhou Gangxun's incontinence and her own urination. "It's one thing at home, but this is outside. People will scold me for doing this, and I still need to sleep in the bed later..."

"Then bear with it." After saying that, Zhou Gangxun leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Ruan Zhijuan's beautiful almond-shaped eyes froze. He pursed his lips, biting them, his legs trembling from holding in his urine. He tried to crawl out of the ward slowly, his eyes red as he looked out at the dark, eerie green corridor, just as frightening as the graveyard in his dream.

"Zhou Gangxun... Zhou... Zhou Gangxun..." Ruan Zhijuan moved closer to Zhou Gangxun, grabbing his hand, and said, "I... I'll let you touch me a couple of times, my chest... my butt, and you'll take me to pee, okay?"

Zhou Gangxun suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Ruan Zhijuan, his gaze falling on Ruan Zhijuan's swollen chest, and then on his fleshy buttocks.

Finally, returning to Ruan Zhijuan's half-swollen face, her lips moved slightly, "I'll tell you you're wrong."

"Huh?" Ruan Zhijuan blinked twice in confusion. Although she didn't know what he had done wrong, she really couldn't hold it in anymore. "I...I was wrong..."

Zhou Gangxun continued, "You won't dare to do it again. If you do it again, I'll do whatever I want to you. Swear it."

Ruan Zhijuan repeated the statement with a "sincere" air of feigned sincerity, holding up four fingers to swear, "I... I'll never dare to do it again... If it happens again, I'll do whatever you want to me..."

"Idiot." Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, got up, tucked her into his arms, and took her to the bathroom.

He glanced at him, "You still need me to help you up?"

"Help...help him up," Ruan Zhijuan said, standing on the pit, lest he lose his balance and fall again.

If he hits his head again, he'll die again. If he dies again, who knows if he'll ever have the chance to be a young master again? He might never wake up again this time.

As soon as Ruan Zhijuan finished speaking, he felt a chill on his bottom. Zhou Gangxun lifted him up, supporting his bottom with one hand and holding his legs with the other, just like he used to help his one- or two-year-old brother urinate.

"No... Zhou Gangxun, it's not like that... I didn't mean to help like that..."

"Shh...shh..." Zhou Gangxun gave the next direct command in his ear, silencing him and slapping his thigh as he spoke, "Don't pee in your pants."

"..." Ruan Zhijuan's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were empty. He numbly urinated to relieve himself. He felt that he should be dead today. _(:зゝ∠)_ It was all a nightmare, all fake.

Gradually, Ruan Zhijuan began to comfort herself, thinking that if Zhou Gangxun had children, he would definitely be a good father. He was very steady in helping her urinate, his movements were strong but gentle, and he would not make her feel uncomfortable at all.

But the problem is, he's not Zhou Gangxun's child! He's already nineteen! Ugh, that bastard!

After the drainage was finished, Ruan Zhijuan quietly returned to bed and went to sleep.

After Ruan Zhijuan fell asleep, Zhou Gangxun went to the hospital bathroom again and opened the innermost stall.

He had a cigarette between his teeth, his face expressionless, his eyebrows lowered, and he glanced down at the purplish-red burial shroud in the tin bucket.

He lit a lighter on one corner of the clothes, threw it in, and watched the fire inside the bucket.

The flickering firelight cast shadows on Zhou Gangxun's angular face, making him appear even more imposing and intimidating. "Whoever you are, if you're dead, just die peacefully and don't bother my wife."

"He's a slut, he can't resist the temptation of dirty things."

"So get lost."