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

At the glass entrance, a woman and an elderly man in his sixties walked intimately into the mall.

The woman's hair was styled in large, wavy waves, and a tight-fitting dress accentuated her alluring figure, the hem swaying wildly with each step. Her stiletto heels clicked loudly on the marble floor. Her chin was held high, her arms tightly gripping Old Deng's arm like a victorious hunter.

The man was around sixty years old, his bald head gleaming in the light. He wore a thick gold chain around his neck and several strings of beads of indeterminate material around his wrists. His floral jacket was open at the collar, revealing loose skin and sparse chest hair.

The gleam in his yellowish eyes was unfathomable, making it difficult to tell whether he was her prey or a more sophisticated hunter.

"Damn, what does this mean?" Yang Jiulang stared intently at them.

"What's wrong, honey?" The two women followed his gaze. "Do you know those two people?"

"That woman is your cousin Zhou Wanqiu's best friend, her ex!" Yang Jiulang lowered his voice, "and now she's her former enemy who stole her boyfriend."

Although Yang Jiulang had only met the woman once, he could never forget her high-raised hyaluronic acid sarcoma chin.

"Huh?" The two women froze simultaneously. Hou Qinqin's eyes widened. "That bitch?!"

"Big brother?" Lee Hyori whispered, "That old man, was he Wanqiu's ex-boyfriend?"

"Of course not, this is the fun part." Yang Jiulang's lips curled into an evil smile.

"Cheating?!" The two women suddenly became excited.

"Shh—keep your voice down." Yang Jiulang pulled them behind a pillar. "Don't alert them."

The three of them followed the couple stealthily and saw them enter a jewelry store.

The bald man was very generous; he bought the woman a gold necklace and a pair of diamond earrings, spending over 30,000 yuan.

The woman was clinging to the bald old man's arm, laughing so hard she was shaking, and occasionally whispering something in his ear.

Hou Qinqin gritted her teeth as she watched: "That old man is really generous with money when it comes to women. He'll get himself killed sooner or later."

Yang Jiulang felt a dull ache in his heart, as if he had been stabbed by a boomerang.

He took out his phone and secretly took a few photos.

After leaving the jewelry store, the two went to a clothing store, bought a few clothes, and then headed straight to the hotel next to the mall.

Yang Jiulang and his two companions followed the couple all the way to the hotel entrance and took several pictures of their backs as they checked into the room.

I watched them get into the elevator.

"Honey, what do we do?" Hou Qinqin stamped her feet anxiously. "Should we rush up there?"

"Why rush up there? To catch them in the act?" Yang Jiulang shook his head. "Wait."

They sat in the hotel lobby lounge for a while, and Yang Jiulang, estimating that it was about time, led the two women upstairs.

The corridor was quiet. Yang Jiulang pretended to be passing by, stopped at the door of that room, and listened carefully.

Faint sounds of men and women laughing and joking could be heard coming from the room, along with a woman's coquettish voice.

Yang Jiulang took out his phone, turned on the recording function, and pressed it against the crack in the door, recording for about three minutes.

Then the noise inside grew louder; the man's panting and the woman's moans could be heard clearly even through the door.

Hou Qinqin's mouth was slightly open as she listened, her face flushed, while Lee Hyori kept her mouth tightly shut and kept her head down without saying a word.

Thankfully, it only lasted two minutes.

Yang Jiulang breathed a sigh of relief and led the two women downstairs.

"Honey, why are you recording these?" Hou Qinqin asked, puzzled, outside the hotel.

"Of course it's sent to your cousin." Yang Jiulang sneered. "You guys don't know, this woman was so smug about your cousin last time she was sitting in her boyfriend's BMW. Well, hehe, what she does is up to your cousin."

He opened WeChat, about to send the message.

But then he received a message from Zhou Wanqiu.

Zhou Wanqiu: [Are you there?]

Yang Jiulang paused for a moment, then replied: [Yes, what's wrong?]

【busy?】

Sorry, I forgot to send you a red envelope this morning. Here it is now.

Zhou Wanqiu: [Could you come over?]

"Your cousin asked me to come over, are you going or not?" Yang Jiulang asked Li Xiaoli and Hou Qinqin.

"Okay, okay, let's go play together."

"Let me ask." Yang Jiulang sent a message: [Can Qinqin and Xiaoli come together?]

Zhou Wanqiu: [No, not just you.]

Yang Jiulang shrugged: "Your cousin won't let you go."

Hou Qinqin pouted: "My sister probably wants my husband to do it again."

Yang Jiulang's mind went blank: "Hou Qinqin, do you want to hear what you're saying? If someone hears this, you'll be arrested, believe it or not?"

"Hmph," Hou Qinqin pouted, "Fine, I won't go then. Go find her and play. We'll go home and play on our phones."

Yang Jiulang was speechless.

Lee Hyori smiled and said, "Big brother, you go ahead. We'll go back first."

"Okay, I'll call you a car."

"No need, we can just take the bus back," Lee Hyori quickly said.

"No thanks, it'll be crowded on the weekend. I've already called a Didi."

Lee Hyori obediently nodded.

A short while later, the car arrived. Yang Jiulang gave a phone call and told the two women to get in.

He hailed another taxi and headed towards Zhou Wanqiu's residence.

In the car, he looked at the photos and the recording on his phone and smiled lewdly.

I wonder what Zhou Wanqiu wanted to do by suddenly calling me over? I'll hold off on posting this photo for now.

Yang Jiulang took a taxi to Zhou Wanqiu's residence, climbed up to the third floor with ease, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Zhou Wanqiu, wearing a black turtleneck tight-fitting thin sweater that accentuated her shapely figure, appeared. She wore no makeup, yet possessed a cool and aloof beauty. She glanced at Yang Jiulang, turned, and went inside, casually grabbing a cigarette and lighting it.

"You're here?" The voice was indifferent.

She sat on the edge of the bed, leaving the stool for Yang Jiulang.

"Hmm." Yang Jiulang sat down, lit a cigarette, and awkwardly looked around. "Sister, what did you call me here for?"

Zhou Wanqiu didn't answer. She picked up her phone, glanced at the unreceived red envelope, and stared at Yang Jiulang blankly for a while: "You send me red envelopes every day, but you never come to bother me..."

Yang Jiulang frowned, wondering why the two sisters spoke so fiercely. What dialect was this?

He took a drag of his cigarette and said calmly, "Sis, in my eyes, you're not a prostitute, and I'm certainly not a customer of prostitutes."

Zhou Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, then accepted the red envelope and said thank you.

Yang Jiulang shook his head: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Zhou Wanqiu exhaled a smoke ring, her eyes somewhat unfocused: "He... is getting engaged."

"Yuan Tai? With your best friend?" Yang Jiulang frowned.

"Yes." Zhou Wanqiu smiled wryly. "Her name is Xu Lili."

Xu Lili. The woman in the video on his phone. Yang Jiulang couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure it's her engagement to Yuan Tai? The one who drove the BMW last time?"

"What else?!"

Yang Jiulang nodded: "Okay, okay, okay."

After saying that, she looked up at Zhou Wanqiu and said, "It has nothing to do with you anymore, does it?"

Zhou Wanqiu nodded: "But I have to attend their engagement party tomorrow."

"What do you mean? Kidnapping the bride? Or seeing your old lover one last time?" Yang Jiulang hated this kind of messy, tangled relationship the most, so he spoke harshly.

Zhou Wanqiu shook her head, unconcerned: "I wasn't going in the first place, but Xu Lili had Yuan Tai force me to go. Her goal was to see me suffer."

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Zhou Wanqiu with pity and said fiercely, "Women are the most vicious people. But sister, how did Yuan Tai force you? What can he do if you don't go?"

"I had already refused." Zhou Wanqiu looked up at him, her eyes slightly red. "But Xu Lili whispered in Yuan Tai's ear that if I didn't go, I would be disrespecting him. Yuan Tai called me and said that if I didn't go, I could forget about staying at Haotai Club."

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! Damn it, then I'm not staying here. Can't I survive without this club?" Yang Jiulang cursed fiercely.

Zhou Wanqiu was silent for a few seconds: "Yang Jiulang, I've worked there for four years, from waiting tables to floor manager. What good job can a rural person like me, who only graduated from high school, find in Dongguan?"

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He understood Zhou Wanqiu's helplessness; wasn't this the tragedy of the lower class? Knowing they were being humiliated, they still had to smile and applaud.

"So...you called me here because..." Yang Jiulang asked.

Zhou Wanqiu nodded, a hint of vulnerability flashing in her eyes: "I...I'm afraid to go alone, I'm scared."

Yang Jiulang's heart softened when he saw her feigned strength masking her vulnerability. This woman, as aloof as a cuckoo, was actually more sensitive than anyone else at heart.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped into Yang Jiulang's head, and when he thought of something exciting, he couldn't help but smile.

He slapped his thigh and said, "Sis, I'll go with you to meet them."