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

Chapter 100 Do you know Ruan Zhijuan? She's my wife.

At 7:40 p.m., the political and business banquet downstairs had already been going on for some time.

Kuang Yehai stood beside Zhuang Siyi and told him the final choice of the person to be swapped, "I've looked at them. Only that person has the longest time. He has excellent luck and is the second-in-command of the government's land management department."

"You can occupy his body for five or seven years. The only difference is that his body is different from yours, which is that of an orphan. He has a wife, a son, and an elderly mother at home. But as long as you don't give yourself away obviously, it's fine. After all, people can change."

The body that Zhuang Siyi is in now is not his. His real name is Qiao Ransheng, and he is a real estate developer. Ten years ago, when he was thirty-seven years old, he was diagnosed with cancer.

At the time, he used all his resources and money for treatment and drug trials, but it was all in vain. His health continued to deteriorate, and he was critically ill several times.

Later, after hearing from a friend that there was a feng shui master in the port city who could change people's fate and luck, he decided to try it out and immediately asked someone to invite Kuang Yehai over to change his body to what it is now.

Zhuang Siyi was a poor student he sponsored. She was an orphan, and her birth chart was compatible with his. Even after they switched bodies, there was no rejection of her soul leaving her body, which was a pity.

His body had only been used for ten years when he developed cancer again, just like he had back then.

Kuang Yehai calculated with his fingers and said, "Ten minutes later, at eight o'clock, this cruise ship will have an accident, with at least thirty or forty people dying and sixty or seventy people injured. But he is not among the dead or injured, so you must keep an eye on that person. When the accident happens, push him in the chaos. If he dies, I can switch bodies with him."

As Kuang Yehai spoke, he raised his hand to press down on his eyebrows, which kept twitching as if something was about to happen. Was he overthinking things? He had foreseen that something big would happen on the cruise ship today, which was why he had Zhuang Siyi come aboard to switch bodies and possess someone else.

But this intense sense of unease made Kuang Yehai feel that things weren't that simple.

"I'm going back to my room." He walked away from the crowd at the party, intending to take the elevator upstairs to rest.

Just as we reached the tenth floor, the ship suddenly tilted quite significantly, and a cacophony of shouts and hurried footsteps erupted from each deck.

There were at least four or five hundred people on the cruise ship, including staff members and tourists who had come to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, as well as political and business officials attending the reception.

The announcement then went like this: "A valve on one side of the cruise ship's ballast water tank has become stuck, causing a large amount of ballast water to rush into that compartment in a short period of time, resulting in a shift in the ship's center of gravity. Please don't worry, we are already handling the emergency..."

Before the broadcast ended, the fire alarm sounded.

A restaurant on the east side of the fourth floor was engulfed in flames, and the fire began to spread in all directions.

There was a bar nearby, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, accompanied by slight explosions.

Suddenly, the lights on the cruise ship went out, plunging a large area into darkness. The ship's electrical circuits were shut off due to the fire, and only the emergency exit signs were still lit, providing negligible illumination.

Kuang Yehai frowned and glanced at the time on his watch with difficulty: eight o'clock...

Did he ride in the elevator for that long? Ten minutes.

At the same time, Kuang Yehai noticed that the twitching in his brow had stopped, but the feeling of loss of control and weightlessness was even more pronounced. His throat tightened involuntarily. Something was wrong, something was wrong…

Kuang Yehai stopped walking towards the dark room and immediately turned to go elsewhere via the stairs. His fingers were hurriedly calculating. There is a saying that there are three things one should not do in fortune telling. One of them is not to do it about oneself, because it would reveal heavenly secrets or affect one's own fortune.

But I can't worry about that now.

Kuang Yehai was chanting incantations when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his lower back, followed by a stiffening in his neck. He then heard a chilling voice behind him ask, "Do you know Ruan Zhijuan?"

Kuang Yehai visibly paused upon hearing those three words, but a few seconds later, his waist, damaged by Zhou Gangxun's earlier injury, gave way, and he collapsed to his knees.

Yes, that means he has confessed, so he wasn't wronged.

Behind Kuang Yehai, Zhou Gangxun slowly turned his head and quickly tightened the fire hose around his neck. The power was cut off, and even if there were cameras, they were turned off.

Kuang Yehai's face turned purple from being strangled, and he asked in a muffled, breathless voice, "Huh...who...are you...?"

"She is my wife."

As Zhou Gangxun spoke, he dragged the person to the window and pushed them out without saying a word.

Kuang Yehai stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Zhou Gangxun, whose window on the ship was getting further and further away from him, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

This person! It's Zhou Gangxun, the Zhou Gangxun from Hong Kong!

His body! He found the body Zhuang Siyi wanted, a body that could be replaced for decades! But he didn't expect today to be his death day!

No, it's because I couldn't have predicted the man in front of me!

How could he possibly calculate the fate of a demon-like person?

Enveloped in black mist, devoid of any life force, how could someone so clearly be alive, someone seemingly on the verge of death, possibly survive this long? It shouldn't be like this... Something's not right...

And so, Kuang Yehai sank to the bottom of the sea with his last doubts.

Zhou Gangxun was like a calm, unfathomable black sea. "If you have any grievances, feel free to come to me. Remember, come to me."

I'll kill you again.

Zhou Gangxun calmly dealt with the accidental fall into the sea caused by the ship's rocking, checking for any remaining debris.

"Buzzing—buzzing—"

It was Huo Wenyong calling. Zhou Gangxun answered and heard Huo say, "I found out who the feng shui master who might have changed the fate of the Ruan family is named Kuang Yehai."

A photo was sent over. Zhou Gangxun looked at it and saw the man he had just stabbed and pushed. He seemed to have seen this man at the construction site before.

"Judging by his age, it should be him. Nineteen or twenty years ago, he was around thirty years old then... Should I find someone to pretend to want to change their luck and try to get in touch with him...?"

Zhou Gangxun paused for a moment, then said, "Well... your call came a little late. He's already dead."

He hung up the phone, went back to the room, picked up Ruan Zhijuan, whose fever had subsided, kissed her, and said, "Let's go home, wife."