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

When Yang Jiulang returned home, Zhou Wanqiu and Li Xiaoli were cooking in the kitchen, while Hou Qinqin had gone to her nail art class and hadn't returned yet.

Yang Jiulang squeezed into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and said he wanted to help, but actually he was rubbing against his buttocks.

Finally, Zhou Wanqiu got annoyed and glared at him, saying, "Stop rubbing against me here. The washing machine is installed; go check if there are any problems."

Yang Jiulang obediently went out.

After cooking, some food was left for Hou Qinqin, and the three of them ate first.

Hou Qinqin returned at nearly ten o'clock, carrying several nail art magazines in her arms.

As soon as she walked in, she exclaimed, "Oh my god, you were so engrossed in your book that you missed your stop! Hehehe~"

Lee Hyori helped him bring out the food.

The three men watched her eat.

"How was today?" Zhou Wanqiu asked.

Hou Qinqin, her mouth full, exclaimed, "That's great! I've learned a lot. Let me tell you, my boss's nail salon is doing really well. I'm going to study hard and try to stay there."

Yang Jiulang chuckled: "Qinqin is really promising."

"That's right."

After finishing her meal and taking a shower, Hou Qinqin sat on the mat and buried herself in reading those magazines.

"Damn, you don't need to work so hard!" Yang Jiulang said, annoyed that she had no interest in him.

Hou Qinqin ignored him.

Yang Jiulang had no choice but to return to his bedroom dejectedly.

A moment later, Zhou Wanqiu walked in and closed the door behind her.

Wanqiu is on duty tonight.

"Sister," Yang Jiulang sat up abruptly, "You've arrived!"

Zhou Wanqiu, wearing a silk slip dress, smoothed the hem of the dress against her hips and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The astonishing curve traced by the buttocks pressing against the edge of the bed was utterly appalling.

Without a second's hesitation, Yang Jiulang went up and tried to hug him.

Zhou Wanqiu gently pushed him away: "Still thinking about Qinqin, huh? Well, she's such a fresh and tender young lady!"

Yang Jiulang was taken aback, realizing that she was jealous. He quickly said, "What are you saying, sister? That girl doesn't move at all. She's not as strong as you, sister."

"Hmph, as long as you're good at it."

"I'm not as good as my sister," Yang Jiulang scratched his head. "Come on, sister, teach me."

With a forceful pull, Yang Jiulang drew Zhou Wanqiu into his arms.

Before long, the two were entangled together.

Just as she was about to break through, Zhou Wanqiu suddenly saw a sliver of moonlight on the small balcony of her bedroom.

He finally spoke, panting, "Yang Jiulang, do you remember when we challenged the God of Love last time?"

Yang Jiulang stopped what he was doing and nodded: "Yes, you said you don't believe in the God of Marriage."

"Now, I believe it again," Zhou Wanqiu whispered, leaning against Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang was taken aback, and immediately realized that this was the most open expression a cold girl had ever shown him.

Yang Jiulang bent down and kissed Zhou Wanqiu's forehead, saying softly, "I believe you too."

Zhou Wanqiu wrapped her arms around Yang Jiulang's waist and suggested in a low voice, "Why don't we go thank the God of Love again?"

Yang Jiulang turned around, glanced at the small balcony, and understood.

He scooped up Zhou Wanqiu and ran to the balcony.

Zhou Wanqiu gripped the railing of the small balcony tightly with both hands; the height was just right...

At this moment, the two girls in the living room had already put on their new phone earphones and turned the volume up.

......

In the following days, apart from the daily increase of 30,000 yuan in his bank account and the three girls taking turns on duty, Yang Jiulang's life became more regular.

Saturday arrived quickly, the day of the driving test (Part 2).

Saturday morning.

As soon as it was dawn, Yang Jiulang got up.

Lee Hyori, still half asleep, opened her eyes and said sweetly, "Honey, good luck on your exam."

"Thank you, Hyori!"

Han Jun was already waiting for him in the training car, with two other students in the car, a man and a woman. They all knew each other well and were on good terms with each other, whether they greeted each other or not.

Yang Jiulang got into the passenger seat and respectfully greeted Teacher Han.

Han Jun nodded, gently pressed the accelerator, and the training vehicle smoothly drove towards the test site.

The car drove onto a remote, deserted country road.

Just as Han Jun was about to turn, a black sedan without license plates suddenly rushed out from the opposite direction at extremely high speed, crashing head-on into the training car like a madman.

"Watch out!" Yang Jiulang shouted.

Han Jun's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes sharpened, and almost instinctively, he swerved the steering wheel sharply to the right while simultaneously slamming on the brakes.

"squeak---!!!"

A harsh, screeching sound pierced the early morning.

The training car swerved violently, narrowly avoiding a collision by scraping against the guardrail, but was still slammed to the side of the road by the black sedan.

The level of danger was breathtaking.

The door of the black sedan opened, and four thugs wielding steel pipes, wooden sticks, and iron chains rushed out, cursing and looking fierce, heading straight for the training car.

"Stay in the car, don't get out," Han Jun said in a low voice, pushing open the car door to get in.

Although she is a woman, she has been practicing driving for many years, has a strong personality, and is not afraid at all.

How could Yang Jiulang let a woman stand in his way?

Without saying a word, he pushed open the door and got out of the car, standing next to Han Jun.

"What are you doing in broad daylight?" Han Jun shouted sternly.

Four thugs surrounded him. The leader was a fat man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a stick slung over his shoulder. "Coach Han, someone asked us to pass on a message: you shouldn't go to the exam today."

Han Jun sneered, "Hmph, can't compete with others in running a driving school, so you resort to such underhanded tactics?"

"Huh?" The fat man was taken aback, then quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Since we're in the same industry, we should know that the students have already registered and can't be delayed. I hope you can be accommodating and let us through," Han Jun said coldly.

"Heh, letting you pass over would be like taking away my livelihood, wouldn't it?" the fat man said with an evil smile.

Han Jun's chest heaved violently with anger. He pulled out his phone and shouted, "If you don't move aside, I'm calling the police!"

The four men stepped forward simultaneously, raising their weapons: "Try it."

Han Jun whispered to Yang Jiulang, "Run back to the car, they won't hurt you."

Yang Jiulang shrugged: "It's nothing, I'm just taking a look."

Han Jun frowned, gritted his teeth, and slowly raised his phone.

When the thugs saw that the police were really going to be called, they rushed over wielding their sticks.

Yang Jiulang pulled Han Jun behind him and stood in front of her, shouting sternly, "Let's see who dares to make a move."

The thugs didn't take this seemingly refined and clean-cut young man seriously at all.

The fat man in the lead raised his stick and started hitting him, yelling, "Where did this pretty boy come from? You're asking for it!"

Yang Jiulang swayed, dodging like a ghost, and slashed at his wrist with a backhand chop.

With a soft "crack," the stick fell to the ground, and the thug screamed in pain; his arm was broken.

The other three were taken aback, then rushed forward.

Yang Jiulang, though arriving late, charged into the crowd in a single stride, darting left and right, his punches and kicks crisp and clean, his movements fluid and graceful.

With a few crisp "crack" sounds, within just a few dozen seconds, all four thugs collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

"Ah~ hit~" Yang Jiulang couldn't help but rub his nose with his thumb, swayed his body a couple of times, and awkwardly ended with a Bruce Lee-style gesture.

Han Jun stood to the side, mouth agape and eyes wide, motionless.

The male and female students in the car also had their mouths wide open.

They never expected that this usually gentle and handsome young man would be so terrifyingly skilled in a fight.