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

Yang Jiulang returned to his residence from the hospital, washed himself three or four times, changed his underwear, lay on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Zhou Wanqiu's face, the doctor's eyes, the words on the examination report, and those little red dots appeared alternately in my mind.

He cursed Zhou Wanqiu over and over again, but in the end, he also felt that he had a problem—if he had refused that night, if he hadn't been so weak, if he could have controlled himself...

But there are no "what ifs" in the world.

Yang Jiulang turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and forced himself to sleep.

Tomorrow, I'll make you pay.

As he thought this, he slowly drifted into a restless sleep, exhausted and anxious.

The next morning at seven o'clock, when Yang Jiulang was woken up by the alarm clock, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if someone had stuffed a wad of cotton in his head.

He got up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and looked at himself in the mirror. The image editing function was still working, and he looked a bit better and more attractive than yesterday, but the dark circles under his eyes betrayed his fatigue.

He sent Even a message: "Boss, I'm not feeling well and would like to request two days of sick leave."

Even replied instantly: 【What's wrong? Is it serious?】

It's nothing, a minor issue. A couple of days of rest will fix it.

【Then you should get some rest; don't worry about things at the construction site.】

【Thanks.】

Yang Jiulang put down his phone, changed his clothes, and then took a taxi straight to the city.

He wanted to find Zhou Wanqiu and demand an explanation.

The car drove for about forty minutes before stopping in front of a brightly lit street. Yang Jiulang got out of the car and looked around.

A six-story old building with a colorful neon sign on the exterior wall that reads "Haotai Club".

Although it was daytime, the lights on the sign were still on, appearing cheap and glaring in the sunlight.

The club's main entrance was closed, and the roller shutter was pulled down, with a sign posted on it that read "Business Hours: 10:00 AM to 4:00 AM".

Yang Jiulang checked his phone; it wasn't even nine o'clock yet.

He sent a message in the group chat: 【Are you two up yet?】

No response.

I sent out two more red envelopes, each containing 200 yuan, but no one claimed them.

Yang Jiulang sighed in frustration. He didn't know where the two women lived, so he could only wait at the club.

He found a breakfast shop across from the club, ordered a bowl of wontons and a bottle of soda, and ate while waiting.

Yang Jiulang ate a couple of bites, but really lost his appetite, so he put down his chopsticks, took out his phone, opened the three-person group chat, and looked at it, but there was still no response.

I couldn't resist posting another message: 【Where is everyone?】

Still no reply.

Yang Jiulang felt utterly desolate, as if the whole world had abandoned him, this poor patient.

I put down my phone, leaned back in my chair, and stared blankly at the club across the street.

Time passed by, second by second.

Suddenly my phone chimed.

Yang Jiulang quickly picked up his phone.

Lee Hyori: [Hyung, I'm sorry, we worked too late last night and didn't want to disturb your sleep, so we didn't reply to your message. I just woke up and saw it. Hyung, what did you want to talk to us about?]

Yang Jiulang let out a long sigh of relief. Just as he was about to reply, he saw the roller shutter door of the club across the street slowly rising, the creaking sound particularly jarring on the quiet street.

The roller shutter door was halfway up when two girls emerged from inside.

They were dressed casually, their hair was messy, they were yawning, and they were shielding their eyes from the glaring sunlight with their hands.

One of the girls had particularly long legs and was wearing a loose sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and slippers. The other girl was shorter and was wearing pink cartoon pajamas with her hair casually clipped back with a shark clip.

Yang Jiulang looked closely and realized that it was actually Li Xiaoli and Hou Qinqin.

How did they get out of the detention center?

Yang Jiulang hurried out, about to call out to them, when he suddenly froze.

They hadn't seen each other for only two days, but the two of them seemed to have lost their souls, yawning incessantly and listless.

Hou Qinqin had dark circles under her eyes and her legs seemed a little unsteady; Lee Hyori's complexion was also not good, her lips were chapped, and her originally healthy skin had become dull and lackluster.

Yang Jiulang felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of pain in his heart.

Her voice caught in her throat as she hoarsely called out, "Lee Hyori, Hou Qinqin."

The two girls looked up at the same time, and the moment they saw him, their expressions changed from tired to surprised, and then from surprised to delighted.

Hou Qinqin, not being very bright, was the first to react. She dropped the broom and ran towards him, yelling, "Uncle~"

She buried her face in Yang Jiulang's arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and buried her face in his chest.

Yang Jiulang could feel her body trembling, but he couldn't tell if it was from the cold or something else.

"Uncle, husband, what brings you here?!" Hou Qinqin's voice was muffled against his chest, trembling with tears. "Did you come looking for us?"

Lee Hyori also rushed over. Seeing Hou Qinqin snuggling in Yang Jiulang's arms, she wanted to too, but she held back and stood two steps away, her eyes red.

Looking at the two of them, Yang Jiulang felt a surge of self-reproach.

"What happened to you two? How did you end up in this mess?"

Hou Qinqin lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes and nose red, like a child who had suffered a great injustice: "Honey, we're so tired... We carried dishes all night, our legs are swollen... We only slept for four hours... My cousin said there wasn't enough room at her place, so we should make do on the sofa at the club..."

As she spoke, she pouted and looked like she was about to cry again.

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath, hugged Hou Qinqin even tighter, and reached out with his other hand to pull Li Xiaoli over as well.

Lee Hyori froze for a moment, then finally obediently nestled into his arms.

"It's my fault," Yang Jiulang said, his voice hoarse. "It's my fault for not taking good care of you."

Lee Hyori shook her head: "How can you blame my older brother? We chose to leave..."

"Then blame that venomous woman Zhou Wanqiu. How could she let you work in the club, how could she let you sleep here?"

Lee Hyori was taken aback, and quickly said, "Big brother, it's not Wanqiu's fault. She helped us find jobs, and to save time on the road, she even asked the boss to let us sleep here."

Yang Jiulang snorted coldly: "Come on, come back with me."

Lee Hyori hesitated for a moment, then pulled away slightly from his embrace: "Big brother, we finally found jobs, we have to earn our own money..."

"What kind of job is this?" Yang Jiulang's voice suddenly rose, filled with suppressed anger. "Do you even know what kind of place this is? A club! You're working as waiters here? Do you know what kind of people are in there? Do you know what those girls do?"

By the end, his voice was trembling, partly from anger and partly from worry about his crotch.

Hou Qinqin was startled by his sudden outburst of emotion. She stared at him blankly, tears streaming down her face, too afraid to speak.

Lee Hyori sensed the worry in his voice and said softly, "Big brother, we just serve dishes outside, we don't go upstairs, and we don't serve customers..."

"That won't do either," Yang Jiulang said firmly. "This place is unclean and has no future. You can't stay here. Come back with me, and I'll find you some jobs."

"Big brother..." Lee Hyori wanted to say something more.

Hou Qinqin cried out, "Okay, okay, let's go back. I want to go back with my husband. I want to get a good night's sleep. I miss that big Simmons mattress."

Yang Jiulang looked down at Hou Qinqin, then at Li Xiaoli, his eyes more serious than ever before. "Listen to me this time."

Lee Hyori looked into his eyes, remained silent for two seconds, and finally nodded.

Hou Qinqin stopped crying and started laughing, clinging to his arm tightly. She tilted her head back and suddenly exclaimed, "Honey, you've gotten so much more handsome in just two days!"

Lee Hyori nodded, "Yes, hyung, I feel the same way."

Yang Jiulang pinched Hou Qinqin's nose and glared at Li Xiaoli: "You guys smell much worse after just two days."

"Oh, honey, you're disgusted with me? You just wait until tonight!"