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

Yang Jiulang readily accepted Zhou Wanqiu's invitation.

When is the engagement party?

"Tomorrow at noon, Hyatt Hotel."

"Okay," Yang Jiulang nodded. "Sis, since you asked me for help, you have to listen to me from now on."

Zhou Wanqiu stared at Yang Jiulang's handsome face, paused for a moment, and said, "Yang Jiulang, we agreed last time that was the last time."

Yang Jiulang was startled and frowned: "Sis, what are you thinking? That's not what I meant! Oh dear~"

Zhou Wanqiu blushed and lowered her head: "Then what is it?"

Yang Jiulang looked outside; it was already late. "Sister, are you hungry?"

"fine."

"Let's go get something to eat first, to appease our hungry stomachs."

"I don't really want to eat..."

"How can you not eat?" Yang Jiulang stood up. "Come on, come on, I'll treat you to a good meal."

"Please wait a moment while I change my clothes."

Yang Jiulang sat down again and crossed his legs.

Zhou Wanqiu glared at him: "Please go out first."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Yang Jiulang quickly walked out.

A moment later, Zhou Wanqiu came out, having changed her black sweater into a light-colored casual pullover and her pajama pants into light blue skinny jeans.

Yang Jiulang couldn't help but glance between those slender legs, then looked away.

After leaving the urban village, Yang Jiulang hailed a car and took Zhou Wanqiu to a high-end Western restaurant in the city center.

Zhou Wanqiu frowned as she looked at the prices on the menu: "This is too expensive! Over three hundred for a steak?"

"Don't worry about the price, order whatever you want to eat," Yang Jiulang said generously.

"You won the lottery?" Zhou Wanqiu looked at him suspiciously.

Yang Jiulang smiled and said, "More or less."

The two ordered food, and Yang Jiulang also asked for a bottle of red wine.

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhou Wanqiu's face flushed, and she became more talkative.

"Yang Jiulang, tell me, am I really that despicable?" She held her wine glass, her eyes glazed over. "Back then, I ran away from my hometown to Dongguan for Yuan Tai. And what happened? He slept with my best friend."

"It's not that you're cheap, it's that they're scumbags," Yang Jiulang poured her a drink. "Sister, trust my eyes. I'm good at judging people. Those two won't work out."

Zhou Wanqiu forced a smile: "You don't need to comfort me."

"You don't believe me, do you?" Yang Jiulang picked up his wine glass and downed a shot. "If you don't believe me, let's make a bet."

"Okay, what's the bet?"

Yang Jiulang stared at Zhou Wanqiu's sexy red lips and alluring collarbone, swallowed a mouthful of meat, leaned closer, and whispered, "Sister, I'm going to win. Will you let me stay tonight?"

Both of them understood what staying overnight meant.

Zhou Wanqiu glanced at him, picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and remained noncommittal.

Sometimes, remaining silent is a form of agreement.

Yang Jiulang was overjoyed.

He hurriedly took out his phone to send a message home.

I'm not going back tonight, you two should get some rest.

Hou Qinqin fired first: "Honey, I knew you were going to mess with my cousin, damn it!"

Yang Jiulang frowned.

Lee Hyori replied: 【Okay, hyung, remember to stay clean.】

Yang Jiulang frowned deeply. This Lee Hyori is no pushover either!

Zhou Wanqiu saw Yang Jiulang staring at his phone with a troubled expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh," Yang Jiulang waved his phone, "I'll tell them I won't be going back tonight."

"What, you won the bet?" Zhou Wanqiu asked.

"It's a sure thing, sis. Could you let them come along for the engagement party tomorrow?"

"What are they going to do?"

Yang Jiulang chuckled: "Sis, don't underestimate those two. They can be ruthless when they're being sarcastic. Having them with us can give us courage."

Zhou Wanqiu thought for a moment and said, "Whatever you say!"

"Okay." Yang Jiulang quickly sent a message to the two women.

Tomorrow at noon, I'm going with your sister to her ex-boyfriend's engagement party. There'll be good food. Do you want to come?

Hou Qinqin replied instantly: 【Is there something delicious? Of course I'll go!】

After waiting a while and seeing that Lee Hyori didn't respond, Yang Gulang said again: "[They might fight.]"

Lee Hyori replied instantly: 【Wow.】

Okay, I'll call a car for you tomorrow.

After finishing their meal, the two went outside, and Yang Jiulang's lewd gaze lingered on Zhou Wanqiu's body.

"You're so polite." Zhou Wanqiu rolled her eyes at him.

"No, sis, don't misunderstand." Yang Jiulang walked around behind her and looked at her bulging, perky buttocks under her jeans again and again.

"Don't go too far," Zhou Wanqiu said, a little annoyed.

"Sis, you have such a good foundation, why don't you take better care of your appearance?" Yang Jiulang walked around to the front and asked Zhou Wanqiu.

Zhou Wanqiu turned her head away: "Who are you dressing up for?"

Yang Jiulang curled his lips: "That's not right of you. Haven't you heard the saying, 'If you blossom, butterflies will come.' It doesn't matter if no one sees you, just bloom first."

Zhou Wanqiu's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything.

"So, we need to prepare well for tomorrow's banquet," Yang Jiulang said, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes. "We can't let them look down on us."

"What are you preparing?"

"Sis, come with me, and listen to me from now on."

Yang Jiulang pulled Zhou Wanqiu into a high-end shopping mall next door.

Although Yang Jiulang is mostly a poor loser, he watches a lot of short videos, so his research and aesthetic sense about women are still quite good.

After strolling around for a while, he chose a champagne-colored satin dress and a pair of stiletto heels for Zhou Wanqiu.

When Zhou Wanqiu came out of the fitting room, Yang Jiulang was completely stunned.

Already standing at 1.68 meters tall, she was even more graceful in her eight-centimeter heels. A champagne-colored long dress accentuated her slender waist, her shapely hips forming a smooth, rounded curve, while the V-neck revealed her delicate collarbones. Her aloof, sophisticated face, reminiscent of a cuckoo, was enhanced by simple makeup, exuding a cool elegance, like a fairy emerging from the cold moonlight.

"How...how is it?" Zhou Wanqiu asked somewhat awkwardly, standing in front of the mirror.

In fact, she already had the answer in her heart. Yes, she was amazed by herself.

She knew she was fairly attractive, but she never imagined that a long dress and a pair of high heels could elevate one's overall appearance to such a degree.

Before Yang Jiulang could answer, several young saleswomen surrounded him, praising him endlessly, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Oh my god, sis, this outfit suits your style so well, it looks amazing!"

"Sister, I've never seen such a beautiful woman before. You absolutely have to take some promotional photos for our store."

"Oh my god, sis, are you a model?"

Yang Jiulang walked over with an appreciative smile: "No, I'm a model."

The sales clerk turned around and began praising the handsome young man again.

This made Yang Jiulang blush. He quickly pointed to a blue trench coat in the shop window and said, "Let me try that trench coat on."

"Alright, bro."

When it came time to pay, Zhou Wanqiu hesitated.

A dress, a pair of high heels, plus Yang Jiulang's trench coat, totaled 66,000 yuan.

Because the two of them took promotional photos for the store, the price was 50,000 after the discount.

"It's too expensive." Zhou Wanqiu tugged at Yang Jiulang's arm.

How could she not think it was expensive? You know, over the years, the most expensive clothes Zhou Wanqiu has ever bought have never exceeded three hundred yuan.

Even for those three years of his youth, Yuan Tai only gave him 50,000.

Yang Jiulang smiled and said, "It's alright, it's worth it."

"Okay," Zhou Wanqiu felt like she was being put on a pedestal and couldn't get off. She took out a credit card from her bag and handed it to Yang Jiulang.

"No need, I have money." Yang Jiulang didn't answer, and casually took out his phone.

The sales clerk scanned Yang Jiulang's payment code, looked up and forced a smile, "I'm sorry, sir, your balance is insufficient."