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

Chapter 106 Lin Dazhuang

The bus stopped at the new stop.

Looking at the bus stop sign, Ruan Zhijuan knew there were still twenty-two stops to go before she arrived at the hospital.

"Hey driver, why is there so much water in your car?" the newly boarded middle-aged woman exclaimed in surprise, shifting her feet in disgust.

water……

Ruan Zhijuan looked in the direction the old woman pointed, and indeed, there was a lot of water.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

The next second, Ruan Zhijuan realized that water was dripping from her own body...

He quickly bent down and reached out to wipe the water from the ground with his palms, afraid of being kicked off the bus by the driver, but... it seemed to be no use; the water not only didn't decrease, but actually increased...

Ruan Zhijuan had no choice but to withdraw her hand, secretly shrinking herself up, glancing nervously and guiltily at the old lady and the driver, then looking out the window, pretending she knew nothing.

The driver glanced at the water on the ground through the rearview mirror and replied, "It probably rained outside today, and I forgot to close the window. I don't know when the water blew in."

The older woman walked over to Ruan Zhijuan, put down her bag, grabbed her skirt, and tried to sit down.

Ruan Zhijuan frowned and said unhappily to the older woman, "Auntie, you...you shouldn't be facing my face with your butt. Stay away from me, or you'll sit on me..."

But the woman ignored him and insisted on sitting down. Ruan Zhijuan had no choice but to reach out and push her, but his arm passed right through the woman's body.

"Ouch, why is it so cold?" The middle-aged woman jumped in surprise, turning her head to look questioningly at the seat she had just been about to sit in. "There's no one here, but why did it feel like someone pushed me..."

The middle-aged woman muttered to herself, rubbing her cool back as she carried her things to another seat.

What...what's going on? Ruan Zhijuan stared wide-eyed at her empty hand, utterly bewildered. Why did she just say...there was no one here? How could that old lady not see him, such a big guy?

"Drip, drip..." The sound of dripping water kept echoing around.

Ruan Zhijuan suddenly remembered the dream he had last night; he was soaking wet at home…

Has he died again?

He fell into the lake and drowned.

It turns out that Zhou Gangxun's expression when he looked over at that time meant he didn't see him at all.

Can he still go to see Zhou Gangxun now?

Ruan Zhijuan's face fell, and she pouted, wondering if Zhou Gangxun couldn't see her either.

How annoying, I hate it so much... Ugh, boohoo.

……

Ward.

After questioning the air in the ward for a long time to no avail, Zhou Gangxun sat down, feeling somewhat oxygen-deprived, and gave up for the time being.

He tucked Ruan Zhijuan into bed, held her hand, and called Yang Siyan, "I want to have my wife's fortune told. She's in a coma right now, and I want to know when she'll wake up."

I want to know... if he'll be alright.

He stared intently at Ruan Zhijuan and gave Yang Siyan his birth date and time.

Yang Siyan on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, but still frankly said, "This is a birth chart indicating an early death."

The birth chart that Zhou Gangxun reported to him corresponded to that of an infant who had died nineteen years ago.

Died young...

Zhou Gangxun's heart tightened. This wasn't Ruan Zhijuan's destiny; it couldn't be hers to be destined for wealth and honor.

It must have been calculated incorrectly.

"My wife... may have had her fate or destiny changed before..." He swallowed, his deep voice hoarse, "That would affect the accuracy of the birth chart, wouldn't it?"

"Mr. Zhou, your wife may not be the original person in the body you are in now."

Yang Siyan thought for a moment and then explained in clearer and more straightforward terms, "The original body of your wife in this body died when she was an infant. Your current wife is a wandering ghost that entered his body after his death and has been living in his body ever since."

It's not...the original person.

Zhou Gangxun lowered his reddened eyes, looking at Ruan Zhijuan who seemed to be fast asleep, and gently stroked his face with his palm. No wonder... he said he had a younger brother on the day he moved.

His foolish wife let it slip.

But he wasn't a wandering ghost; he was his wife.

He had known his wife this way since the day he met her; he had never loved anyone else but his wife.

Yang Siyan on the other end of the phone continued, "If you want to calculate your wife's fortune, you need to know her birth date and time."

"I..." Zhou Gangxun opened his mouth in vain, but couldn't say anything.

he does not know.

Yang Siyan on the other end of the phone suggested, "Or I could go over and take a look at your face and hands first, and I'll be able to figure out most of it." He absolutely had to take this order today; he could already feel his fortune stirring within him.

"Okay." Zhou Gangxun swallowed hard, his throat dry, and said, "City Hospital, VIP ward."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Gangxun was belatedly filled with a sense of panic. His wife was not this Ruan Zhijuan, and he actually knew nothing about his wife.

Zhou Gangxun let out a deep breath and smiled wryly, "Wife, I'm really a terrible husband..."

But how could Zhou Gangxun possibly know that?

"When you wake up, please tell me... if you'd like."

Zhou Gangxun suddenly stopped moving. He suddenly remembered that Ruan Zhijuan had a habit of keeping a diary. Out of respect, he had never read the diary even though he knew where it was.

Zhou Gangxun stood up and kissed Ruan Zhijuan's face. "I'm going home for a bit. Wife, wait for me here."

He checked the ward, called the caregiver in to take care of him, and then took a taxi home.

Zhou Gangxun found where Ruan Zhijuan kept her diary, took it out, and opened it.

It was clearly Ruan Zhijuan's diary, but every page of it was about him, as if he were the protagonist of the diary.

"Adding to July 24th's diary entry, because I just learned to write a lot of characters today. Zhou Gangxun was so scary last night, he kept talking and eating people. Luckily I'm smart, I pretended to be asleep and got away with it."

"Adding to July 24th's diary entry: He enrolled me in a literacy class, the kind where I can sit in a classroom and learn. It's great, I can finally go to school like my little brother."

"Adding to the diary entry for July 27th: We got our first dog. It's still young, so I named it Xiao Hei because it looks a lot like the black dog that Zhou Gangxun wanted to have as a wife. Actually, I wanted to name it Er Zhuang because people in the village have humble names that are easy to raise and won't die easily."

But I think it should have a better name, like... Zhou Shouchang.

Following Zhou Gang's surname, Zhou, after all, that wicked man was the head of the family, and his name was Shouchang, meaning longevity.

Puppies have very short lifespans, the longest being only a dozen or so. More than a decade has passed, and Zhou Gangxun and I are still doing well. I hope Xiao Hei is doing well too. At that time, I was probably in my thirties, and Zhou Gangxun should be in his forties. Forty is considered old age, not young anymore, so I hope Zhou Gangxun can live a long life.”

"Zhou Gangxun, Zhou Shouchang."

After reading the whole thing, Zhou Gangxun's eyes were already blurry, and his gaze fell on the name Erzhuang.

Erzhuang...Dazhuang...?

Zhou Gangxun pressed his palm against his temples, trying hard to recall if he had seen the name before.

The person whose body was being embraced in my dream was named Lin Dazhuang.

A buzzing sound suddenly filled Zhou Gangxun's mind, his scalp tingled, and a strong feeling of suffocation surged into his brain. He was lacking oxygen... His heart pounded against his chest like a drum.

So...his wife...is Lin Dazhuang...

The corpse that lay in his arms, sleeping alongside him.