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

"I know we worked at the club."

It's obvious that Lee Hyori misunderstood; she thought Yang Gulang's series of unusual behaviors today were because he thought they were dirty.

This must be incredibly hurtful for two young girls who are not even twenty years old, especially for someone like Lee Hyori who has a strong sense of self-esteem!

Yang Jiulang lay in bed, his mind in turmoil.

He picked up his phone, intending to send the two women a red envelope as a gesture of comfort, but after hesitating for a long time, he put it down.

What does giving out red envelopes mean these days? Is it charity? Or compensation for feeling guilty?

I don't know how much time passed, but the crying outside gradually stopped, the lights were turned off, and the living room fell silent.

Yang Jiulang quietly got up and peeked outside.

In the living room, under the moonlight, two girls huddled together on a large cushion.

Lee Hyori lay on her side, one hand resting on Hou Qinqin, as if protecting something precious. Hou Qinqin nestled in her arms, seemingly still sobbing softly in her sleep.

......

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Yang Jiulang was awakened by a rustling sound.

He glanced at his phone groggily; it was only 5:30.

Soft footsteps came from outside, followed by the sound of a door closing, and then the faint sound of suitcase wheels rolling across the hallway floor.

Yang Jiulang sat up abruptly and rushed barefoot into the living room, only to find the room empty.

The blankets on the mattress were neatly folded, and two pillows were placed side by side, each with a piece of candy on it—the kind that the club gives to guests for free.

There was also a note.

Yang Jiulang ran over and picked up the note.

The handwriting isn't particularly beautiful, but it's elegant and sharp; it's clearly written by Lee Hyori.

"Big Brother:"

We're leaving.

Thank you for taking care of me these past few days. You are a good person, a very good person.

But we are not your daughter, sister, or girlfriend, so we can't keep clinging to you.

Brother, you need to take good care of yourself and stop eating takeout all the time.

We will definitely pay you back once we make money.

Big brother, we love you.

—Gyeong-kyung, Hyori.

Yang Jiulang's hand trembled as he held the note; it felt as if something sharp had pierced his heart, causing him intense pain.

He rushed to the window and looked down. In the dim morning light, two girls were dragging suitcases and walking towards the bus stop.

Lee Hyori walked ahead with her back straight, wearing a neat denim jacket, black trousers, and her hair simply tied in a ponytail.

Hou Qinqin followed behind, wearing the beige coat he had bought for her. The wheel of her suitcase got stuck, and she bent down to fix it. Lee Hyori stopped and waited for her.

The autumn wind was bleak, and a few leaves swirled and fell at their feet. Their shadows were stretched long under the streetlights, so thin and frail that it was heartbreaking.

Yang Jiulang grabbed his coat and rushed out.

"Lee Hyori, Hou Qinqin."

He was out of breath from running, his slippers making a clattering sound on the cement floor.

At the bus stop, the two girls turned around at the same time, and were stunned when they saw him.

Yang Jiulang was wrapped tightly in a trench coat, his legs were bare, and he was wearing flip-flops.

He was panting heavily and looked utterly disheveled.

He ran up to them, held his aching back, and panted for a long time before finally raising his head.

"How...how could you...just leave like that?" he gasped, uttering each word slowly and deliberately.

Hou Qinqin's eyes reddened, and she turned her head away without saying a word.

Lee Hyori pursed her lips and said calmly, "Big brother, we've thought it over. We can't keep causing you trouble."

"What trouble are you causing?" Yang Jiulang asked impatiently. "Did I say you were trouble?"

Lee Hyori shook her head.

"Last night was my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm sorry," Yang Jiulang said sincerely. "Stop making a scene. Come back with me. Where can you go in this cold weather?"

"Big brother, we're not joking. We're not on the same path. You have education, ability, and a bright future, while we have nothing. We..." Lee Hyori's eyes became misty, and she bit her lower lip. "We shouldn't have been together in the first place."

"Uncle, we don't deserve to like you." Hou Qinqin burst into tears and buried herself in Lee Hyori's arms.

Looking at the two pitiful girls and thinking about his own illness, Yang Jiulang suddenly felt that God was not so kind to him anymore, no, very kind.

Since you've assigned yourself a system and two girls, why don't you control your crotch?

操~

Overwhelmed with grief, Yang Jiulang looked around and saw no one. He looked up to the sky and shouted, "Bullshit! I have no future whatsoever! I don't deserve your liking! I won't even live to see tomorrow!"

"What did you say?" Hou Qinqin immediately stopped crying, crawled out of Lee Hyori's arms, and stared at Yang Jiulang curiously.

Lee Hyori squinted at Yang Gu-rang and asked, "Big brother, what? What does 'not living to see tomorrow' mean?"

Yang Jiulang suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, or like a drooping underling.

Huddled inside her trench coat, she said with a pitiful expression, "I'm sick, the kind that can't be cured."

"Ah~"

"What?!"

The two women opened their mouths wide at the same time.

They dropped their luggage, ran to Yang Jiulang, and hugged him.

Yang Jiulang opened his arms, opened his trench coat, and wrapped the two women inside his body.

"Oh dear, honey, you're not wearing any clothes underneath!"

Yang Jiulang then realized that he was only wearing underwear under his trench coat.

Her face turned red.

Lee Hyori ignored all of that and asked anxiously, "Hyung, what happened? What's wrong with you? What illness do you have?"

Yang Jiulang gritted his teeth and finally blurted out, "Sexually transmitted diseases!"

After saying these words, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and stood on the street, all his self-respect and dignity completely gone.

"Ah?" Hou Qinqin cried out, quickly pulling her lower body back to distance herself from Yang Jiulang's crotch, and said resolutely, "Uncle, we're not afraid."

【Ding! 】

Hou Qinqin's favorability -5, current value 70.

Yang Jiulang rolled his eyes at her, thinking to himself, "You brat, you really are bold in love and hate!"

Lee Hyori finally understood why Yang Gulang chased away Hou Qinqin, why he wouldn't let the two of them into the bedroom, and why he wouldn't let her touch her underwear.

All of this was thanks to their good older brother protecting them!

Now, disregarding his male dignity, he spoke out simply to keep them.

And yet, they chose to leave him when he needed them most.

They were wrong.

Lee Hyori hugged Yang Gu-rang's waist and whispered, "Big brother, I'm sorry, we didn't know, we were wrong, we shouldn't have left you when you needed us most. We won't leave, we'll take care of you."

"Hmm~" Yang Jiulang looked aggrieved like a child.

【Ding! 】

A sweet, coquettish voice rang out:

[Lee Hyori's favorability +10, current: 85, intense admiration.]

[Lee Hyori's favorability rating has exceeded 80 points, triggering a key milestone reward. This reward is: No Illness]

[Skill Description: As the name suggests, it means never getting sick (excluding boxers)]

As soon as the system notification sound ended, Yang Jiulang felt the itching in his lower body gradually disappear.

"Holy crap, no way!" Yang Jiulang was surprised, delighted, and angry all at the same time.

"Big brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Lee Hyori hurriedly pulled down Yang Gulang's pants to check.

At this moment, Lee Hyori's affection level had reached the stage of intense admiration; her heart was already with him, let alone just looking at him.

Yang Jiulang quickly dodged.

"Hey, sis, what are you going to do to Uncle?!" Hou Qinqin said angrily.

Lee Hyori then realized her inappropriate behavior, and her face turned red all the way to her neck.

"Let's go, let's go home first, it's cold," Yang Jiulang instructed.

The two women quickly grabbed the luggage and helped Yang Jiulang on either side.

Yang Jiulang was on the verge of a mental breakdown. This damn broken system, why did it have to appear right after he said he was sick?

Now that's great, the illness is gone, and so is the face.

The key point is that he can't say he's cured yet; he has to continue being sick.