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

The BMW sped away.

Yang Jiulang cursed and turned around, only to see the unconcealed sadness and grievance in Zhou Wanqiu's eyes.

Yang Jiulang was startled.

"Damn, those two scumbags, could they be your ex-boyfriend and best friend?"

Zhou Wanqiu forced a smile, but what she showed was utter misery. She shook her head: "It doesn't matter anymore."

It seems that's the case.

"This shot was fired for nothing," Yang Jiulang thought to himself.

A taxi stopped in front of them, and Yang Jiulang stuck his head halfway in before pulling it back out.

He turned around, stared at Zhou Wanqiu, and said seriously, "Sister, don't worry, I've remembered them."

Zhou Wanqiu crossed her arms, avoiding his gaze, and waved gently.

Yang Jiulang still had one question unanswered: the itching in his groin.

If it's not Zhou Wanqiu, then who is it?

Take a taxi directly to the hospital.

Taking a number, queuing, and waiting are long and agonizing processes.

"Yang Jiulang—" the nurse called his name.

He stood up, his legs a little weak, and walked over to push open the door to the examination room.

It was the same old man in his fifties, wearing reading glasses, looking at a report on his computer screen.

He looked up at Yang Jiulang, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "Yang Jiulang?"

"it's me."

The doctor stared at the screen for a while, then looked at him with a strange expression: "Come here."

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat, and he walked over and stood next to the doctor.

The doctor pointed to the report on the screen: "Take a look for yourself."

Yang Jiulang leaned closer and saw a bunch of technical terms and numbers that he couldn't understand, but there was one word he did understand—"negative".

"This...this is negative?" His voice trembled.

"Yes, all negative," the doctor said, taking off his reading glasses and leaning back in his chair. "It's not an STD."

Yang Jiulang froze, his mind blank, and it took him a long time to react: "Then, then those bumps on my body..."

The doctor opened another detailed image and said, "Based on your blood test results, I determine that you have..."

He paused, his expression becoming subtle: "Seafood allergy."

"What?"

"Seafood allergy," the doctor repeated. "You're allergic to a certain protein in seafood, which manifests on your skin as a red rash accompanied by itching. Have you eaten a lot of seafood recently?"

Yang Jiulang opened his mouth wide, his mind racing as he recalled the events.

On the day Zhou Wanqiu arrived, he did indeed take the three of them out for a seafood meal at Xinwang Seafood Restaurant; the second time, Hu Weimin hosted a banquet, also for seafood, at Xinwang Seafood Restaurant; and on the third night, Even treated him to dinner, again at Xinwang.

Yang Jiulang touched his forehead, then exploded.

"Damn—" he blurted out, then quickly covered his mouth, "I'm sorry, doctor, I didn't mean to insult you."

The doctor, with a dark expression, continued, "I'll give you a referral; go get your blood drawn for a test to confirm."

"Huh? We have to smoke again?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor remained silent, simply writing out prescriptions and then handing them to Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang grabbed the list, turned around and left. Before closing the door, he cursed again. Yes, this time it was directed at him.

I'll draw your blood, you old man! One vial isn't enough for your analysis, is it? Besides, I'm perfectly healthy, why would I be afraid of seafood allergies? I'm not itchy anymore.

The mystery is solved. Thinking about how chaotic the past two days have been, it all turned out to be just a mild allergic reaction. Damn, not exciting at all. Slightly disappointed.

On the way home, Yang Jiulang suddenly remembered a question.

Zhou Wanqiu, knowing full well that I was sick but she herself was not, still took the initiative to ask for that.

Why?

After much thought, the only explanation is that I'm heartbroken.

No, once someone has touched my woman, no one else can touch her.

After much hesitation, Yang Jiulang transferred 500 yuan to Zhou Wanqiu and sent the message: "The hospital results are in; I'm allergic to seafood."

After a while, Zhou Wanqiu replied: 【Fuck you.】

Yang Jiulang quickly explained, "Sister, don't misunderstand. This isn't payment for sex. I just don't want you to lose contact and become strangers. Because I've fallen for you. I think I should come over and keep you company more often."

Zhou Wanqiu: [Isn't that still payment for prostitution? Do you think I'm a whore?]

Yang Jiulang: [Grandma, starting today, whether I come or not, I will send you 500 yuan every day when I wake up. You can think I'm vulgar, but only if you accept this red envelope will my wonderful day begin.]

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a reply: "Are you very rich?"

Yang Jiulang quickly replied: [Annual salary is less than 500,000.]

Yang Jiulang, your biggest flaw is that you're too soft-hearted.

Yang Jiulang: [Maybe!]

Zhou Wanqiu: [Soft-hearted people don't live long.]

Yang Jiulang: [Then I'll try to be a bit rough around the edges.]

In the end, Zhou Wanqiu accepted the red envelope.

【Ding! 】

[Detected that the host invested 500 yuan in Zhou Wanqiu! Triggering a 10x return!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a rebate of 5000 yuan!]

Mobile SMS notifications are synchronized.

[Bank XX: A deposit of 5000.00 yuan has been received into your bank card ending in 8866. Current balance: 125450.00 yuan.]

Yang Jiulang chuckled.

He sent a message to a group of three: "[I'll be downstairs in half an hour, bro, I'll treat you guys to seafood!]"

Hou Qinqin replied instantly: 【Uncle, are you crazy? Stop running around everywhere.】

I just came out of the hospital and got a diagnosis. It's not that disease, just a seafood allergy.

Lee Hyori: [That's great, hyung.]

Hou Qinqin's voice message immediately bombarded me: [Honey, I told you you wouldn't get an STD!]

Yang Jiulang snorted, thinking to himself, "You brat, you've already changed your address to 'husband' so quickly."

The phone was leaking sound, and Hou Qinqin's screams were clearly heard by the driver. Yang Jiulang watched as he shook his head and sighed.

The car was parked at the entrance of the residential area.

The two women had been waiting in the square for a long time.

Two girls, one tall and one short, stood in the sunset.

Lee Hyori stood tall with her hands in her pockets. Hou Qinqin had her small hands behind her back, her chest bulging.

Seeing Yang Jiulang get out of the car, Hou Qinqin immediately rushed over and buried her face in his arms: "Honey, I missed you so much."

"Forget it, you were avoiding me last night!" Yang Jiulang said, dissatisfied.

"Uh, really? No way, how come I didn't know?" Hou Qinqin chuckled, "Honey, tonight, I'll sleep with you tonight, you can do whatever you want."

Yang Jiulang frowned and turned to Li Xiaoli: "Let's go. I'm sorry to have worried you these past two days. Let's go to Xinwang for a meal and relax."

Lee Hyori looked at Yang Gu-rang with gentle, flowing eyes.

"Brother, I've bought the groceries, I'll cook!"

"No need, just put the vegetables in the fridge. Let's go."

"But, big brother, aren't you allergic to seafood?" Lee Hyori asked with concern.

Yang Jiulang was taken aback. Oh right, he had forgotten about it, but he couldn't mention the "no illness" thing.

I made up a reason: "The doctor said that people who have just recovered from allergies will have antibodies in their bodies for a period of time and will not have allergies again immediately, so I want to take this opportunity to eat my fill."

Lee Hyori smiled with relief.

The three walked out side by side, with Yang Jiulang in the middle, Hou Qinqin on the left, who was noisy, silly, cute, and energetic, and Li Xiaoli on the right, who was quiet, cool, and slender.

The autumn wind blew from behind, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, nourishing them.