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

After a while, Even parted her lips slightly and asked, "Engineer Yang, will you really agree to the settlement tomorrow?"

"Yes," Yang Jiulang nodded, "This matter will cause him pain for a while."

"Okay, thank you."

Yang Jiulang smiled slightly: "I should be thanking you, leader. I got to enjoy another seafood feast thanks to you."

Even knew he was being modest, and her goodwill towards him increased.

[Ding! Even's favorability +5, current favorability: 55.]

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Yang Jiulang, her gaze lingering on his thin body, hunched back, and sparse hair.

She couldn't help but sigh.

Yang Jiulang was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"What a pity." Even shook his head and looked out of the car.

Yang Jiulang knew she was criticizing his appearance again. He pouted in grievance and cursed in his heart: Women are all superficial. They only know how to lust after a person's body, but they don't know how to appreciate what's inside.

The car was parked at the entrance of the residential area, and Yang Jiulang got out of the car.

"Boss, please be careful on the road."

"Okay, you should get some rest too." Even waved.

The driver started the car, and the red SUV disappeared into the night.

Yang Jiulang stood at the entrance of the residential area, lit a cigarette, and watched the taillights of the car gradually disappear into the distance.

I need to get my driver's license quickly, buy a car, a cool car, a big car, the kind where two or three people can lie down.

Also, there are still more than two months until the Chinese New Year. I'll drive back then and bring honor to my ancestors.

Hey hey hey.

When Yang Jiulang got home, he pushed open the door and froze.

The room was spotless; the table was so clean you could see your reflection in it, and the floor was mopped until it was completely immaculate.

On the balcony, the clothes he had changed out of yesterday were washed clean and hung neatly.

However, the panties that should have been snugly together were nowhere to be seen.

Only his pair of oversized shorts remained, swaying forlornly in the wind.

Yang Jiulang sat on the recliner, gently rubbing the back of his aching head.

Half an hour later, he took a shower, went to bed, and turned on his phone, only to realize that he hadn't replied to the two women's WeChat messages from that morning.

So I sent a message to the three-person group.

How are you guys doing?

Reply almost instantly.

Lee Hyori: [Hyung, we're doing fine.]

Hou Qinqin: [Damn it, I'm so bored. Honey, what are you doing?]

Yang Jiulang: [I'm lying down.]

Hou Qinqin: [Are you alone?]

Yang Jiulang: [Nonsense.]

Hou Qinqin: [Honey, wait a minute...]

A short while later, Hou Qinqin posted a photo.

Yang Jiulang clicked on it, and it was a photo of the two of them together.

Lee Hyori wore a simple beige thermal top and leggings with black spots, her hair loose and her face bare, but her healthy tan and slender figure still exuded youthful energy. She leaned against the headboard, hugging her knees, looking a little shy, her eyes looking to the side, avoiding the camera.

Hou Qinqin was much bolder, wearing a pink spaghetti strap nightgown with a very low neckline, revealing a large expanse of her white skin. She squatted on the edge of the bed, making a peace sign at the camera, laughing carefree.

The two of them were on a small bed, which felt extremely cramped.

Yang Jiulang looked at the photo, his throat feeling a little itchy.

At this moment, Lee Hyori sent a message: [Hyung, did you eat the rice I left for you in the pot?]

Yang Jiulang was stunned for a moment, then jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. He lifted the lid of the pot and saw two dishes: scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded pork with green peppers.

"I ate it. I ate it as soon as I got back," Yang Jiulang replied.

Lee Hyori: [Yes, remember to heat it up.]

Yang Jiulang was deeply moved. He went back to bed and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Lee Hyori: [I've already eaten, don't worry, hyung.]

Hou Qinqin: [Honey, we ate instant noodles. My cousin said she went to work, but she hasn't come back yet.]

Yang Jiulang felt a slight pang in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he sent two 200-yuan red envelopes.

Stop eating instant noodles all the time. Until you find jobs, I'll give you 200 yuan a day for living expenses.

The red envelope was accepted, and the group chat exploded.

Hou Qinqin sent out a barrage of voice messages, all of them saying things like "Husband, I love you," "Husband, take me," and "Husband, you're so powerful."

Okay, okay, time for bed.

Lee Hyori: [Goodnight, hyung!]

Hou Qinqin: 【1 ...

Yang Jiulang felt a dizzying sensation, as if he were being suffocated by the kiss.

【Ding! 】

A sweet, coquettish voice rang out.

[Host has invested 400 yuan! Triggering a 20x return!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a rebate of 8000 yuan!]

Lee Hyori's favorability +10, current: 75

Hou Qinqin's favorability +10, current: 75

Mobile SMS notifications are synchronized.

[Bank XX: A deposit of 8000.00 yuan has been received into your bank card ending in 8866. Current balance: 76450.00 yuan.]

Yang Jiulang watched as he entered the tent, lay on the bed, and laughed so hard he couldn't close his legs.

He zoomed in on the group photo Hou Qinqin posted, noting the beautiful curve of Lee Hyori's hips encased in simple thermal underwear, and Hou Qinqin's large breasts peeking out from under her sexy camisole nightgown...

Thinking back to the intense battle with Zhou Wanqiu on this bed last night, I suddenly felt a bit hot.

His hand moved involuntarily.

Touching my lower abdomen, touching... suddenly, my fingertip touched a small bump.

He touched it; it was a little itchy.

I reached out and found a few more.

Yang Jiulang frowned, but didn't pay much attention.

It might be an allergy, or folliculitis, he thought.

His hand continued downwards, just as he was about to...

"Ding-dong."

The phone rang again.

Yang Jiulang withdrew his hand, opened the message, and saw it was from Even.

Even: [Mr. Yang, I'm home. I just took a shower. Thank you for today.]

I just finished showering, I just finished showering, and the image of Even's smooth chin and fingers rubbing against the gear shift reappeared in my mind.

He quickly regained his composure and sent a voice message.

Even was sitting on the edge of the bed cooling off when she suddenly saw a long voice message from Yang Jiulang.

Click to listen:

Hu Weimin: [Both leaders, we've come all this way here, aren't we all here to make money? Let's all make money together. Even, don't worry, headquarters won't know, and your group definitely won't know either.]

Even: [Mr. Hu, what do you mean by this?]

Zhuang Da: [Even, Mr. Hu meant well. It's not like we're building our own house, so as long as it's passable, it'll be fine. We're very familiar with the quality supervision station; I can just pull some strings with Mr. Hu and it'll be fine, hehehehe...]

Even: [Mr. Zhuang, are you treating the quality of this project like a joke?]

Yang Jiulang: [Even, your hard work and high standards since you came here have been evident to everyone. We know you're not trying to cause trouble for anyone; you genuinely want to speed up the project and ensure quality control. Since General Manager Hu has already stated that he will catch up on the schedule, I think we should just let bygones be bygones regarding their office siege!]

After the audio clip, cut off at the beginning and end, finished playing, Even remained silent for a full minute.

This short recording contains Hu Weimin's betrayal of his company, Zhuang Da's violation of regulations, Even's persistence, and Yang Jiulang's self-praise (in retrospect, he said this intentionally).

She sent a message: "[Engineer Yang, is this... a recording?]"

Yang Jiulang replied: [Yes, Hu Weimin and Zhuang Da are in cahoots and have no bottom line. They won't stay quiet. I have this recording; hopefully, it can be used in a crucial moment.]

Even was stunned.

Today's events flashed through my mind like a short film.