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

Zhou Wanqiu stared blankly at the four suitcases lined up against the wall.

Finally, he let out a long sigh: "Yang Jiulang, all these years, I've hidden myself in what I thought was a hard shell, thinking that no one could hurt me that way. I never imagined that in the end I would still be covered in wounds."

Yang Jiulang shook his head: "Sister, whether there is a cause and effect relationship or not, one thing is certain: I'm tired."

"Yeah, that's right," Zhou Wanqiu said, sitting upright in her recliner, "It's fucking tiring!"

"When I was five years old, I fell off my bicycle. My mom said, 'You're the older sister, you can't cry,' so I hid my tears."

"When I was ten years old, my classmate deliberately bumped into me. The teacher said we should get along peacefully, so I hid my anger."

"When I was sixteen, I got first place in the essay exam. I happily told my classmates, but they all said not to show off or I would get beaten up. So I kept my joy to myself."

"In the end, my boyfriend got together with my best friend. I told them I wished them happiness, and I hid my sadness inside."

"Now, I am homeless and wretched, and I have to hide my pride again."

"Over the years, I have lived in constant fear and trepidation, shrinking myself into a hedgehog. Only in the end did I realize that I had not suffered any of the hardships or toil that I should have endured."

Yang Jiulang listened quietly, slowly shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "Sister, if you hide your tears, they will flow into your heart and drown you in loneliness; if you hide your anger, your fists will turn into thorns and pierce you with holes; if you hide your joy, the sun will not shine into your heart, and your days will naturally become moldy and cold."

"You've hidden all your emotions, but you've forgotten to hide that obsession with 'hiding yourself.' A hedgehog raises its quills to run, not to confine itself. Sister, be more carefree. Life is meant to be enjoyed, and the heart is meant to be adventurous. As long as you're breathing, fall hard and laugh heartily. Life is only 30,000 days long, so don't care about what others think. A person is truly alive when they can live without living for anyone else."

Zhou Wanqiu froze. Yang Jiulang's words were beyond anything she had ever imagined. Suddenly, she heard a sound breaking through the ice deep within her heart.

She suddenly relaxed her straight back, lay back heavily, looked up at the yellowish incandescent light on the ceiling, and chuckled.

Yang Jiulang immediately stretched his neck and stared at those tempting dimples again and again, wishing he could treat them as wine glasses and sip a mouthful of fine grape wine.

After laughing, Zhou Wanqiu rolled her eyes at Yang Jiulang and asked in a low voice, "Yang Jiulang, thank you. Can you... kiss me?"

"Sister," Yang Jiulang said, "If you want it, just order me. You don't need to ask for my opinion."

"Hehehe~" Zhou Wanqiu beckoned to him with her finger: "Come on."

"Yes, sir." Yang Jiulang jumped up and pounced on the recliner.

They kissed.

Zhou Wanqiu stretched out her slender arms and wrapped them around Yang Jiulang's neck, responding gently.

Large tears slid down her tightly closed eyes...

[Ding! Zhou Wanqiu's favorability +10, currently 65. Breakthrough key node, triggering special reward: Know the Enemy; Skill Description: This skill belongs to the invincible intelligence system, allowing you to obtain precise intelligence about the opponent in advance.]

Yang Jiulang lay on the recliner, straightened his back, and thought to himself, "What's the use of this thing? I might as well strengthen my back muscles."

Oh dear, kissing like this while lying on a recliner is sweet to the teeth but painful to the back.

……

The two separated before the bathroom door opened.

Hou Qinqin rushed out wearing a bath towel, her hair still wet: "Cousin, you go take a shower, we're done."

Lee Hyori followed behind her, her hair styled in a bun and tucked into a shower cap, revealing her swan-like, slender neck.

She glanced at Yang Jiulang and Zhou Wanqiu, seemingly noticing something. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she wrinkled her nose at Yang Jiulang, but didn't say anything.

Yang Jiulang sat properly on the cushion, with his legs together.

Zhou Wanqiu stood up, blushing, and wiped the water off her neck: "Okay, I'll go wash up."

She took a change of clothes into the bathroom.

Lee Hyori sat down next to Yang Gu-rang and lowered her voice: "Honey, what happened to my cousin just now?"

Yang Jiulang quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense. I didn't kiss her on the chair while you were taking a shower."

Lee Hyori pouted: "Did I say that?"

"Huh? What are you going to say?"

"I mean, my cousin's eyes are shining, and she's clearly in a much better mood. You..."

"Oh," Yang Jiulang nodded quickly, "That's right, the knot in her heart has been untied. Your husband had to use a lot of persuasion to convince her earlier."

Hou Qinqin threw a wet towel at him: "Hmph, handsome scumbag, I bet you've wasted a lot of breath!"

Yang Jiulang looked at her dazzling, trembling figure, pointed at her, and threatened, "You just wait~"

"Hmph, people are waiting for you every day!"

Yang Jiulang was speechless, his eyes filled with stars.

Not long after, Zhou Wanqiu came out after taking a shower.

She changed into ordinary jeans and a light-colored T-shirt. Her hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders, making her look fresh and refined. Especially her eyes, which were no longer cold but had become softer, and with her dimples appearing faintly, she looked completely refreshed.

Yang Jiulang stared blankly for a moment, and his already dwindling saliva began to flow again.

"Wow!" Hou Qinqin exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Sister, you look so beautiful!"

Lee Hyori nodded, "Cousin, you should dress like this from now on, it suits you perfectly."

Zhou Wanqiu was a little embarrassed: "Really?"

"Really, really!" Hou Qinqin nodded frantically, "She looks so much better than before!"

Yang Jiulang quickly coughed and said, "Alright, alright? Are you hungry? Come on, I'll treat you to a seafood feast to celebrate Miss Wanqiu's rebirth."

"Yay!" Hou Qinqin jumped high.

The four of them chatted and laughed as they took a taxi to Xinwang Seafood Restaurant.

Yang Jiulang generously ordered a large table of dishes: steamed grouper, steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, salt and pepper mantis shrimp, stir-fried flower crab with ginger and scallions, steamed sea urchin with egg, blanched bok choy, and seafood fried rice.

Iced beer!

Hou Qinqin ate with gusto, her mouth greasy, and Lee Hyori also ate heartily, a rare occurrence for her. Zhou Wanqiu was initially a little reserved, but later she was also infected by the atmosphere and joined in the feast.

Yang Jiulang felt a sense of satisfaction watching the three women enjoy their meal.

By the time I got home after dinner, it was almost nine o'clock.

Zhou Wanqiu looked at Yang Jiulang, then at Hou Qinqin, and said, "Yang Jiulang, go take a shower first. I have something to say to the two of them."

Yang Jiulang knew that she was going to arrange something important for Hou Qinqin.

He sprang into the bathroom.

When I came out after showering, I saw three women sitting upright on the large mattress in the living room, looking like they were about to conduct a joint interrogation.

Hou Qinqin, unlike her usual arrogant and domineering self, lowered her head and hunched her neck, looking like a delicate bride-to-be.