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

I wanted to show off a bit, but I was told I didn't have enough money.

That was a slap in the face, crisp and timely.

"Holy crap!"

Yang Jiulang's face flushed slightly. He quickly put his phone away and checked his WeChat Wallet balance. Of the 50,000 yuan he had transferred earlier, only 3.61 yuan remained.

I quickly thought about it and realized that I've spent quite a bit of money lately, on things like sending red envelopes, buying a phone, learning to drive, learning nail art, and ordering a car.

Careless.

Yang Jiulang turned to look at Zhou Wanqiu, and gave an awkward smile: "Wait a moment, wait a moment..."

"Yes, sir."

Yang Jiulang transferred 100,000 yuan into the bank card.

Mobile SMS notifications are synchronized.

[Bank Name: A transfer of 100000.00 yuan has been made from your bank card ending in 8866. Current balance: 113450.00 yuan.]

After paying, the two of them carried the clothes out.

Zhou Wanqiu had already taken Yang Jiulang's arm.

The system just notified that Zhou Wanqiu's favorability towards Yang Jiulang has increased by 5, currently at 50.

"Let's go back," Zhou Wanqiu said softly.

Yang Jiulang looked Zhou Wanqiu over again and shook his head: "It's still missing some embellishments."

"what?"

"Come with me."

"No!"

"Listen to me."

Half an hour later, she carried a designer handbag and wore an exquisite pendant around her neck. She then spent another 36,000 yuan on Yang Jiulang.

Stepping out of the store, Yang Jiulang looked Zhou Wanqiu over again and couldn't help but exclaim, "Perfect, perfect..."

Zhou Wanqiu smiled shyly.

"I'm such a genius, why am I doing structural design? I should be doing fashion design, humph."

Zhou Wanqiu then realized that he was praising her, and rolled her eyes at him.

The two returned to Zhou Wanqiu's residence at almost ten o'clock.

Zhou Wanqiu went to the small bathroom to take a shower first.

Yang Jiulang moved a stool and sat on the rooftop outside.

The rooftop was small and cluttered with miscellaneous items.

Fortunately, there was moonlight overhead and greenery around us.

He smoked a cigarette, pondering what might happen at tomorrow's banquet and how to deal with it.

This is a habit he developed from a young age: thinking ahead.

After finishing his cigarette, he sent a message to the two women in the group chat: "There's a bank card in the bag behind the door. Take it tomorrow morning and withdraw 50,000 yuan for me. Password: xxxxxx"

Hou Qinqin replied quickly, but instead of replying, she sent a selfie, showing herself pouting in front of the bathroom mirror.

Yang Jiulang felt a numbness between his legs: [What's going on?]

[Hehe, let my husband see the new phone's effects, isn't it amazing?]

[Whether the phone explodes or not, I don't know, just don't break the older brother's hand.] Lee Hyori replied.

Hou Qinqin: [No, my cousin is here!]

Yang Jiulang was speechless: [Did you see the message I just sent? Please.]

【Received, brother.】

【Received, honey.】

Yang Jiulang shook his head and turned around to see Zhou Wanqiu leaning against the door, wearing only thin home clothes.

"Why don't you go take a shower too?" Zhou Wanqiu said softly.

"Okay." Yang Jiulang stood up and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom was small, but very clean.

Zhou Wanqiu's light-colored underwear and dark-colored bra were piled together in a corner of the sink.

Yang Jiulang stared blankly, then slowly extended his sinful hand...

"Bang, bang, bang," a knocking sound suddenly came from outside the door.

Yang Jiulang was startled. "Who?"

"Who else could it be?" Zhou Wanqiu's cold voice said, "Open the door."

"No, what are you going to do?" Yang Jiulang hurriedly blocked the door with his hand.

Here's a bath towel for you.

"Oh," Yang Jiulang breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door a crack.

Zhou Wanqiu shoved a large bath towel into the room: "Just put the underwear aside for now."

"good!"

After taking a shower, Yang Jiulang wrapped himself in a large bath towel and came out feeling empty.

I felt a cool breeze rising from below, and I unconsciously clenched my fists.

"If you're cold, you can go to bed first."

Yang Jiulang shook his head and put on his jacket: "It's okay, I'm not cold."

Zhou Wanqiu hummed in agreement and squeezed into the bathroom to do laundry.

Yang Jiulang went outside again, sat on a small chair, and stared blankly at the moon.

After a while, the sound of a hairdryer came from the bathroom.

After a while, Zhou Wanqiu came out, leaned against the mottled parapet wall opposite Yang Jiulang, and lit a cigarette.

"Finished washing?" Yang Jiulang also offered one as compensation.

Zhou Wanqiu nodded and said calmly, "It's hard to imagine that someone who spends so lavishly would have holes in their underwear."

Yang Jiulang felt a chill run down his spine and quickly explained, "Sister, it's not easy for a man to get used to a pair of underwear."

Zhou Wanqiu pouted: "I dried it for you, but it's still a little damp. You'll just have to make do tonight!"

"Just make do" means not to wear it.

Without wearing it, I feel completely insecure. Yang Jiulang reluctantly hummed in agreement.

"What? How about you wear mine?"

"No, I can make do." Yang Jiulang quickly shook his head.

Zhou Wanqiu scoffed.

He stopped talking.

The moonlight shone on the two people, outlining two figures, one long and one short.

Yang Jiulang leaned back in his small chair and stretched his limbs: "The moon is so beautiful tonight~"

Zhou Wanqiu looked up and asked slowly, "Yang Jiulang, do you believe in the God of Marriage?"

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "The sun, moon, and stars, whether you believe it or not, they are all there."

Zhou Wanqiu paused for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "I don't believe in it."

Yang Jiulang understood that she was thinking about that failed relationship again.

I didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

Zhou Wanqiu suddenly threw away her cigarette butt, stared at Yang Jiulang, and said, "Yang Jiulang, do you dare to challenge the God of Marriage with me?"

"What? How do I take on this challenge?"

"Let's do it right here on the rooftop, let it know that two mismatched people can also..." Zhou Wanqiu's eyes were hidden by the moonlight and her disheveled hair, so her expression could not be seen.

Yang Jiulang was startled and instinctively looked around.

Although there are tall buildings on all four sides, none of them have windows facing this side.

He nodded: "I dare, but there isn't one here..."

Yang Jiulang shut up.

Because Zhou Wanqiu had already walked over, sat on him, and kissed his lips.

A subtle tobacco scent and a warm mint aroma.

……