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

Headache, headache.

Yang Jiulang rubbed the back of his head vigorously and fell into a deep sleep...

The next day, Yang Jiulang and Hou Qinqin slept until noon before getting up.

Yang Jiulang didn't sleep well because of back pain.

Hou Qinqin, on the other hand, was simply sleeping in a bed that was so comfortable and spacious for the first time in recent days.

Lee Hyori got up early, washed the clothes of the three of them, cleaned the house, and prepared lunch before waking the other two up.

She first stomped Hou Qinqin awake, then went to Yang Jiulang's bedroom, pulled back the covers, and lifted her pajamas: "The bruises are much better. Get up, I'll apply the medicine again after you eat."

Yang Jiulang obediently got up.

During the meal, Hou Qinqin's phone beeped, and she picked it up to take a look.

"Damn~"

"What's wrong?" Lee Hyori asked.

"My cousin..." Hou Qinqin looked at her phone, "asked where I am?"

"Your cousin? What cousin?" Yang Jiulang asked.

"Well... my cousin from my aunt's side, she's a few years older than me, and she came to Dongguan a few years ago," Hou Qinqin continued, her little mouth still babbling, "We sent her a message a few days ago when we were desperate, but she hasn't replied, and I'd completely forgotten about it..."

Before Yang Jiulang could say anything, Hou Qinqin's phone rang again.

This time it's a video.

Hou Qinqin answered the call, and a cold, aloof face appeared on the screen.

"You brat, why haven't you replied to my messages for so long? Where are you? Send me your location, I'll come find you."

"Sis... I just saw it too..."

"Stop talking nonsense, send your location." Then he hung up.

Holding her phone, Hou Qinqin looked helplessly at Yang Jiulang: "Honey, can my cousin come see me?"

"Of course, I've been around here for so long, I might be able to help you find jobs," Yang Jiulang said.

Lee Hyori frowned: "Your cousin doesn't reply to my messages for days, but if I reply even a second late, she yells at me. What's wrong with her..."

"Yes, she does have a bit of a temper."

"Isn't that how successful people are?" Yang Jiulang thought of Even and waved his hand. "Sending location, sending location, are they going to eat us alive?"

An hour later, my cousin sent another message saying she was almost there and asked Hou Qinqin to come down and meet her.

Lee Hyori accompanied her downstairs.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath and opened the door.

Between Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin stood a woman, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, slender, wearing a sequined halter dress that accentuated her curves. Her makeup was exquisite, her lips were pale, and her almond-shaped eyes were half-closed with upturned corners, giving her a cold look whenever she looked at someone.

She was a bit taller than Hou Qinqin, but not as plump.

Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, lacking the playfulness of Hou Qinqin's short hair, but possessing a more mature charm.

A thorny rose? A prickly peach?

She stood there, her gaze sweeping over Yang Jiulang with a condescending scrutiny.

"These are the two girls you took in?"

"It's not a matter of taking them in, we're friends... Hello, I'm Yang Jiulang."

"Zhou Wanqiu." The woman walked in, her high heels clicking as she looked around. "Tsk, you live in such a run-down place? Did you buy it?"

"Rented."

Zhou Wanqiu shook her head appropriately.

Yang Jiulang: "..."

Hou Qinqin stepped forward to explain, "Sister, Uncle's house is rented by the company, so he doesn't have to pay us."

"Uncle?" Zhou Wanqiu looked at Yang Jiulang, her eyes filled with even more disdain. "He doesn't look old at all. What kind of quirk is it to have people call you 'uncle'?"

Yang Jiulang opened his mouth and looked helplessly at Li Xiaoli and Hou Qinqin.

Lee Hyori stepped forward: "Unnie, it's just a form of address, it doesn't have that much meaning."

Zhou Wanqiu glared at her: "What do you know? There are a lot of old men in society who specifically target young girls like you who have never seen the world. They try to take advantage of you by offering you a little something."

Lee Hyori was told she was unsophisticated, but she tolerated it.

But Yang Jiulang couldn't stand being called an old man.

"Sis, I'm only twenty-six. I'm still a long way from being an old man."

Zhou Wanqiu sniffed and frowned: "You're only twenty-six? How come you're so hunched over and your hair is so thin? What I can't stand the most is that you smell like an old person."

Yang Jiulang choked up, almost bursting into tears.

Hou Qinqin quickly explained for him, "Sister, he's a designer, his job is very hard, so... Oh, the old man smell you mentioned, that's from the medicine he applied when he was injured."

"Design? What design?" Zhou Wanqiu asked dismissively.

"Drawing houses," Hou Qinqin said, "the income is very high, even if it's less than 500,000 a year!"

"Less than 500,000," Zhou Wanqiu frowned, staring at Yang Jiulang and asking, "How many tens of thousands is less than 500,000?"

"Twelve," Yang Jiulang gritted his teeth and answered, "including the year-end bonus of 125,000."

Zhou Wanqiu snorted, shook her head, and said to Hou Qinqin and Li Xiaoli, "See? Not honest at all."

Yang Jiulang blushed with embarrassment, coughed, and said, "Um, you guys chat, my head hurts, I need to rest for a while."

After saying that, he returned to his bedroom.

Zhou Wanqiu walked to the recliner, sat down, and crossed her legs. "Sit down, why are you standing?"

She lit a thin cigarette, took a puff, and began to berate her: "Qinqin, you ran off to hang out with strangers without even telling me. I've been in Dongguan for so many years, and you came here and didn't even look for me. Are you out of your mind?"

"Sister, Uncle isn't a stranger..."

"Why not? How many days have you known him?" Zhou Wanqiu exhaled a puff of smoke. "Three days? Five days? You dared to stay at his house? Do you know anything about him? Do you know what he's up to?"

Lee Hyori couldn't help but say, "Unnie, you don't know the situation, so don't speak ill of others."

"Alright, what's going on? Tell me."

Lee Hyori then recounted how Yang Gu-rang had extended a helping hand to the two when they were at their most helpless, and added defiantly at the end, "Sister, when we were sleeping on the streets, it's not like we didn't send you messages, but did you reply?"

"Sister, please don't be upset if I'm being honest, but as things stand, you really have no right to criticize others."

After Lee Hyori finished speaking, her phoenix eyes turned red, and she looked coldly to the side.

Yang Jiulang heard everything clearly from inside the room. He unconsciously clenched his fist, thinking to himself that this girl was quite something. She had a clear mind, quick reflexes, and sharp words. She was truly a master at roasting people.

Zhou Wanqiu was stunned for a moment before exclaiming, "Didn't I not see your messages? Why didn't you call me if I wasn't going to reply? Stupid."

Seeing that she had stopped attacking her man, the two women also stopped retaliating.

For the next hour or so, it was Zhou Wanqiu's, seasoned and worldly-wise older sister, who was giving lessons to the two naive girls.

Yang Jiulang was too lazy to listen and drifted off to sleep.

He was awakened by the sound of the door closing outside, and when he looked out the window, it was already dusk.

Listen closely; there is no sound outside.

What's going on? Is class over?

Yang Jiulang got out of bed and peeked outside. He saw Zhou Wanqiu sitting on a recliner and Hou Qinqin lying on the bed, both playing on their phones.

Yang Jiulang coughed lightly and asked, "Where's Lee Hyori?"

"She went to buy groceries; she's going to cook dinner for us," Hou Qinqin replied.

Yang Jiulang was speechless, burning with rage.