He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

The three of them slept without any sense of boundaries.

Lee Hyori was lying on the innermost side, but one of her long legs reached over Hou Qinqin and landed directly on Yang Jiulang's inner thigh, a very dangerous situation.

Hou Qinqin went even further, curling up in his arms like a kitten, burying her head in his chest, and sleeping soundly.

Yang Jiulang gradually regained consciousness and felt soreness all over his body.

His heart ached; he never imagined he would one day be sleeping with a blond guy in his arms.

Thinking back on my impulses last night, I felt ashamed. What was wrong with me? Was I thirsty from being on the construction site for so long? Or was I drunk? How could I have harbored such inappropriate thoughts about two colorful, foul-mouthed young women?

It's shameful, it's a disgrace to her status, and it's a disgrace to her mother.

He tried to extricate himself.

The two girls woke up one after the other, and when they saw the three of them in this position, instead of being shy, they both chuckled.

Hou Qinqin pinched Yang Jiulang's thin cheek with her fair little hand, her tone mocking:

"That's impressive, Uncle. You slept all night and didn't do anything. You're really honest."

Lee Hyori added insult to injury: "If he's not really incapable, then he's a good person."

Yang Jiulang pried Hou Qinqin's hands off, lifted Li Xiaoli's legs, sat up, and coldly turned his back to them: "Whether I am good or not is not for you two to judge, and whether I am good or not is not for you two to decide."

Lee Hyori's heart sank.

Yes, what are they? They are penniless homeless people. What right do they have to judge a high-achieving student who earns nearly 500,000 a year, is beautiful and kind-hearted, and refuses food offered to her?

Lee Hyori lay on the bed in a daze, no longer speaking.

Hou Qinqin, oblivious to everything, praised Yang Jiulang's tall and straight back, saying, "Uncle's words are so flirtatious."

Yang Jiulang immediately lost his composure and stood up: "I'm going to work, you guys can sleep a little longer."

After saying that, he walked out of the bedroom.

The construction site is nearby; it takes less than ten minutes to walk there.

Yang Jiulang's eyes were swollen from eating too much last night, and now he wants to fill his stomach.

He stopped at a breakfast stall in the square downstairs.

The proprietress asked him what he wanted.

Yang Jiulang was stunned. Yes, what did he want?

He wanted freedom, respect, to roam the mountains and lakes, and all the romance and warmth in the world.

He smiled and ordered a serving of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and a bowl of soy milk.

They sat down to eat and make plans at the same time.

Today is another new day, which means there's still a full 1000 yuan of investment to spend.

I frowned without realizing it. What's going on? It's supposed to be spending money, but with the credit limit, it's become a burden.

After thinking for a moment, I took out my phone and sent two 100-yuan red envelopes to the three-person group.

The message read, "I'm going to work now, I'll be back tonight. Here's your food money for today, you can eat by yourselves."

Before long, they claimed both red envelopes.

Lee Hyori only replied with two words, "Thank you," which shows her struggle with accepting the money.

Hou Qinqin's message caused a stir in the group:

[Damn, Uncle!!! You're so great!!!]

Uncle, I love you, darling!!!

Uncle, come back and take me back.

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Yang Jiulang clicked on the picture and almost dropped his phone into his bowl.

That idiot Hou Qinqin actually took a selfie while lying in bed, her pajamas collar open, showing off her white skin...

Yang Jiulang quickly deleted the picture, then lay down and drank some porridge to calm himself down.

[Ding~] The system's playful voice rang in my ear: [Good morning, host!]

"Good morning!" Yang Jiulang said to himself.

[You invest 100 yuan in Lee Hyori, and out of gratitude, she returns 1000 yuan.]

[Affection +5, current level 35]

[An investment of 100 yuan was made in Hou Qinqin, who expressed great gratitude and returned 1000 yuan.]

[Affection +10, current level 30]

Mobile SMS notifications are synchronized.

[Bank XX: A deposit of 2000.00 yuan has been received into your bank card ending in 8866. Current balance: 90620.00 yuan.]

A bank card notification sounded, indicating a deposit of two thousand.

Yang Jiulang grinned again.

"Boss lady, two eggs, please."

In November, the mornings in Dongguan were a bit chilly. Yang Jiulang, feeling wonderful, walked toward the construction site with his collar turned up and his neck hunched.

"Designer Resident Representative" is Yang Jiulang's official title at this construction site.

Basically, it's all about doing odd jobs: handling design-related tasks, dealing with on-site design issues, relaying client instructions, and urging colleagues at the design institute to submit drawings and revision orders.

Easy, free, and with no future.

This construction site is very large. It is a factory area invested by Taiwanese investors and will be used for the production of low-end chips after completion.

Turn left after entering the construction site gate, and you'll find the office area for the client, supervisor, and construction company.

Yang Jiulang did not have a private office and was temporarily assigned to a workstation reserved by the client, a secluded corner.

As soon as I reached the office door, I heard someone inside shouting in a hoarse voice that they were being wronged.

"Boss, it's not that we're not rushing the work, there's just something we can't do about the problems with the blueprints!"

The voice came from Hu Weimin, the project manager of the construction company, a short and stout man.

Yang Jiulang felt nauseous as soon as he heard that voice; clearly, he was using design as a shield again.

This had happened a few times before, and Yang Jiulang was well aware of it, but he didn't say anything.

Yang Jiulang quietly went inside, pretending that he had nothing to do with it.

There's no escaping it.

Even saw him and coldly shouted at him, "Engineer Yang, come here."

Even is the representative of Party A. She is from Taiwan, a female PhD, and her age is unknown. In a blind test, she was between twenty and thirty years old.

She had short, neat hair in a sophisticated matte brown color that accentuated her sharp, defined jawline, giving her a cool and refined aura. Her eyebrows were sharp, her eyes slightly upturned, her gaze indifferent and aloof, and her lips were clearly defined—beautiful without being seductive. When she wasn't smiling, she exuded a cold, unapproachable aura; when she smiled, it was something I'd never seen before.

She has an excellent figure, with a slender and toned waist without an ounce of excess fat. Her bust is full and firm, her waist and hips have a clean and smooth curve, and her buttocks are firm and perky, every inch exuding elasticity and sexiness. This figure can only be achieved through rigorous management and training.

The clothing is minimalist yet sophisticated, with dark colors that make the skin appear cool and fair. The shirt is tucked into high-waisted trousers, and the belt buckle is simply fastened, outlining an alluring figure that is both restrained and seductive.

Yang Jiulang hated her personality just as much as he desired her body, because she constantly scolded him.

To call it scolding is too mild; sometimes he even felt that she was insulting him.

Yang Jiulang steeled himself and walked into her office.

Hu Weimin, who had complained, quickly smiled at him and said, "Good morning, Engineer Yang."

Hu Weimin was short and stout, with rough, dark skin and eyes that gleamed with a yellow light, full of scheming.

"Mr. Hu is here quite early too," Yang Jiulang said helplessly.

Hu Weimin smiled awkwardly, stepped back, and pushed Yang Jiulang forward, also afraid of being scolded by the client.

"Leader," Yang Jiulang said.

"Bang!" The progress chart slammed heavily onto the table.

"Engineer Yang, are all the people in your design institute incompetent? Your drawings are riddled with errors, and the on-site piling progress is constantly delayed. Can your design team take responsibility for this?"

Even unleashed a barrage of words at Yang Jiulang, her voice possessing both the distinctive sweetness and icy coldness of Taiwanese people.

The criticism was directed at the design institute, and Yang Jiulang, holding back, simply grunted in agreement.

"What are you 'humming' about?" Even pointed at Yang Jiulang's nose. "What are you doing here? Eating your fill and then sleeping? Are you a pig?"

In the past, Yang Jiulang would have remained silent upon hearing this. He was an honest man, not good at talking back, and he could hold his tongue.

But today is different.

Today, with the system in his pocket and rebates in his card, his kidneys are hard.

I'll just quit if necessary.

He spoke up, and for the first time in so many days, he wasn't so timid and hesitant.