novelraw In Chapter 70, Zhou Gangxun felt that his wife would never find a new backer.
In Chapter 70, Zhou Gangxun felt that his wife would never find a new backer.
More than half an hour later.
When Ruan Zhijuan came running up, breathless and dirty like a stray dog, Zhou Gangxun looked perfectly normal and unharmed in the crowd, talking to several people who looked like cadres in suits. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and he seemed to have become the Zhou Gangxun who was in the upper echelons of Hong Kong again.
Ruan Zhijuan, her face covered in smears, stood there awkwardly and embarrassed, blinking her red eyes, thinking how good it was that Zhou Gangxun wasn't dead, so she could continue to take care of him.
But at the same time, another vicious disease struck.
Because a phrase suddenly popped into his head: "A toad wants to eat swan meat."
A certain understanding began to subtly emerge in his mind for the first time: even if Zhou Gangxun fell on hard times, he was still a swan high above, while he was a toad, a rat in the gutter. No matter if he became a rich fake young master or climbed into Zhou Gangxun's bed, he would always be brought back to his original form.
Just like now.
Ruan Zhijuan felt a strange, astringent, and swollen sensation in his heart. He felt terrible, wanted to cry, and felt wronged. He had run around sweating profusely to check on Zhou Gangxun, twisted his ankle, and hurt his foot. He had even fallen into a stinky ditch, and his body was wet and smelly.
I should have known better than to be in such a hurry; it makes him look stupid.
Hmph, Zhou Gangxun is the worst. He will never feed Zhou Gangxun again and let him starve to death (crossed out)... He'll probably be so hungry that he can't sleep at night and cries every day.
He's not a toad; Zhou Gangxun is poor and sickly. Zhou Gangxun is the toad.
He is a swan, the kind of swan meat that you can't even get your hands on.
Ruan Zhijuan, her eyes red, turned and ran angrily. Before she could even lift her heels, Zhou Gangxun, who had seen her, strode over and grabbed her, cradling her in his arms like a child. "You're not even wearing shoes, where do you think you're going?"
"Hold on tight, hold on tighter, I have a cigarette in my hand, it might fall and burn your butt." Zhou Gangxun said, a slight smile playing on his lips, his voice thick and hoarse, clearly from smoking too much.
If you don't scare him a little, hold him tighter. If he runs away, his legs can't catch up with him now.
His left leg had been professionally braced and immobilized, and he had taken appropriate painkillers, but the pain was still significant.
When Ruan Zhijuan heard Zhou Gangxun's words, her eyes widened and her bitterness disappeared. She immediately hugged Zhou Gangxun's neck tightly and took a cigarette to burn... burn his buttocks. Shouldn't Zhou Gangxun be comforting him in this state?
What an absolute bastard Zhou Gangxun is!
Ruan Zhijuan was unhappy, extremely unhappy. He bit Zhou Gangxun's lowered neck, grumbling and venting his pent-up grievances, "Zhou Gangxun, you old turtle, you stinking bastard! You should donate your broken phone and broken ear... Go get it treated! You can't hear me when I speak, and you can't hear me when I make a phone call! Humph!"
Zhou Gangxun took one last drag, then stubbed out the cigarette in his other hand. Hmm? His wife had called him.
It might be because it was just buried in the ground and the signal is bad.
"It's the phone's fault, it's all its fault. I'll call it for you later, I'm not old." He lifted Ruan Zhijuan's buttocks, pinched her bare feet with his hands, and scanned her inch by inch with his gaze.
Then, lifting each toe, he checked his foot one by one to see if there were any cuts or abrasions.
The moment Zhou Gangxun turned around, he saw Ruan Zhijuan barefoot, her white skin so bright it hurt his eyes.
Two feet that should have been clean were red from running and covered in dirt and grime. Stones and grass leaves were stuck to their skin, and their bodies were covered in mud and sand.
The roads they came by were all blocked, so they obviously ran all the way here.
But according to his food schedule, his wife should be sitting on the sofa at home right now, watching TV and eating canned strawberries, or she should be on the swing on the balcony, sunbathing and dangling her feet up, eating potato chips and talking badly about him to the birds that landed on the window, or she should be playing with bubbles in the little bathtub he bought and taking a hot bath.
It's just not here; it's still the same as before.
Oh, I saw the news about the landslide on TV and I was worried he might die. If he dies, no one will take care of him, since his wife hasn't found a new support yet.
However, Zhou Gangxun felt that his wife would not find a new backer.