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

The two held back their anger the whole way, and when they got home by taxi, Zhou Wanqiu was already back, sitting on a cushion in the living room smoking.

Today she wore a loose white shirt, her hair was casually tied in a low ponytail, and she crossed her legs, revealing a small section of black tattoo on her ankle—a half-open epiphyllum flower.

"You're back?" Zhou Wanqiu flicked her cigarette ash.

Yang Jiulang was stunned: "Sis, what are you doing at home?!"

Zhou Wanqiu frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Ah~" Yang Jiulang hurriedly said, "No, you weren't home when we went out."

Lee Hyori hid by the door, head down, changing her shoes, biting her lip to suppress a laugh.

"Damn, what's this all about?" Zhou Wanqiu exhaled a puff of smoke. "What were you two doing?"

Seeing that he couldn't get anywhere, Yang Jiulang had no choice but to give up, plop down next to her, and recount the whole story from beginning to end.

After listening, Zhou Wanqiu remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Gao Shizhao, Brother Zhao from Dongguan City."

"Do you know her, sister?" Lee Hyori asked.

"I think I heard this name when I was hanging out at the Haotai Club." Zhou Wanqiu stubbed out her cigarette. "Yuan Tai called him before, arranging for him to do something or something, but I don't know the specifics."

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat. He pulled up [Know Your Enemy] and checked. Sure enough, although Gao Shizhao was just a small fry, the criminal network behind him was very extensive. There were four club owners who had dealings with him. However, he didn't need to reveal this information for the time being, but just secretly noted it down.

"Anyway, Hyori and Qinqin have gotten their revenge," Zhou Wanqiu rarely showed a smile, stood up and clapped her hands, "Today is Saturday, we got our revenge and passed our driving test, we should celebrate."

"Yes," Lee Hyori's eyes lit up, "Sister, let's cook a big meal tonight."

"Okay," Zhou Wanqiu also became interested and stood up, saying, "Let's go buy groceries together, with the little money you recovered."

Lee Hyori: "Holy crap~"

Yang Jiulang: "Holy crap~"

Zhou Wanqiu stopped and looked at the two of them: "What do you mean? You two want to get started first? Or, I'd like to go out for a smoke?"

"Oh dear~" Lee Hyori blushed, "No, cousin, I was so focused on fighting that I forgot to ask for the money."

Yang Jiulang turned away awkwardly, feeling embarrassed.

Zhou Wanqiu chuckled and gave the two of them a thumbs up: "Great, you've simply gone to rid the people of a scourge. Alright, to express my respect for you two, I'll pay for it today."

The vegetable market is bustling at dusk.

Yang Jiulang followed behind the two women, watching them pick out vegetables and bargain, and suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

When Zhou Wanqiu picks out tomatoes, she picks them up and smells each one, while Li Xiaoli squats in front of the seafood stall, carefully studying which fish has the brightest eyes.

These two thrifty girls, their everyday lives, are more reassuring than the ding-dong of a system's cashback notification.

When I got home after buying groceries, Hou Qinqin had just returned as well.

"It's the weekend today, and the boss said I could come home early to rest~" She carried a large canvas bag stuffed with nail art magazines and practice nail tips, and exclaimed as soon as she entered, "I'm exhausted and starving! Today my teacher taught me how to do gradient colors, and I had to do it eight times before I passed!"

Then she saw the mountain of ingredients piled up in the kitchen, and her eyes widened: "Wow, is it Chinese New Year today?"

Lee Hyori smiled and handed Hou Qinqin a washed tomato: "Qinqin, Big Brother helped us find that Zhao Ge from Guancheng who cheated us. We went over and beat him up, and even got the police to raid their hideout."

"Ah~ Holy crap~" Hou Qinqin screamed, immediately lunging forward to hug Yang Jiulang's neck, clinging to him and swaying back and forth: "Really? Really? It's that Brother Zhao from Guancheng?!"

"Really, really." Yang Jiulang was dizzy from being shaken. "Get down first, my neck is going to break."

Hou Qinqin refused, wrapping her legs around his waist like a koala, "Qinqin wants a kiss, Qinqin wants a kiss."

Yang Jiulang looked awkwardly at Zhou Wanqiu and Li Xiaoli.

The two women exchanged a glance and went to the kitchen to busy themselves.

The two of them were already kissing...

……

With his remaining consciousness, Yang Jiulang pushed away the overwhelming force in his chest and broke free from the suction with a "pop".

"Stop, stop, stop! This is going to cause a disaster!"

Hou Qinqin giggled and whispered sweetly in Yang Jiulang's ear, "Good husband, you helped me get revenge, I'm going to reward you properly tonight."

After saying that, she shouted loudly into the kitchen, "Sisters, I'm sleeping with my husband tonight!"

Zhou Wanqiu said calmly from the kitchen, "Do you even have a chance? Tonight it's my turn."

"Let's go together!" Hou Qinqin blurted out.

The room fell silent for a second.

Yang Jiulang coughed awkwardly and took Hou Qinqin off him: "Let's cook first, let's cook first."

The four of them were huddled together in the kitchen, busy with their work.

Chef Lee Hyori, sous chef Zhou Wanqiu, and Hou Qinqin were in charge of washing vegetables. Halfway through washing the vegetables, they started playing with their nails.

Yang Jiulang mainly tried to rub against Zhou Wanqiu, but eventually Zhou Wanqiu kicked him out to the living room to peel garlic.

More than an hour later, the table was full of food.

The steamed fish head with chopped chili peppers lay on a long plate, covered with a thick layer of bright red chopped chili peppers, and hot oil was poured over it to release a strong aroma.

The steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli were arranged neatly, and the vermicelli was crystal clear, having absorbed the aroma of garlic and seafood juices.

The stir-fried pork was cooked until the edges were crispy and curled up, and the tiger-skin spots on the green peppers were just right;

Slim ribs, pan-fried until golden brown on both sides, with the aroma of cumin;

The hot and sour shredded potatoes are cut very finely, and the hot and sour flavor is appetizing.

Smashed cucumbers are emerald green, a perfect accompaniment to drinks;

There was also a pot of corn and pork rib soup, the broth was milky white, and the sweetness of the corn blended into the aroma of the meat.

Let's get started!

"Cheers!" The four beer cans clinked together.

The first round of drinking was relatively polite.

In the second round, Hou Qinqin revealed her true colors. She had the lowest alcohol tolerance, and after just one can, her face turned as red as an apple. She started slurring her words, as if she had a stick stuffed in her mouth: "Honey... I learned how to do gradient colors today. I did it eight times, eight times. The teacher even praised me for being talented~"

"Yes, yes, you have talent," Yang Jiulang coaxed her.

"I will definitely work hard, and once I finish my studies, I will try my best to stay there and work." Hou Qinqin waved a beer can.

Lee Hyori smiled and shook her head. She had a good tolerance for alcohol; after three or four cans, her face was only slightly flushed, and her eyes remained clear. Zhou Wanqiu drank the slowest, but she smoked quite a bit, occasionally taking a sip from her can, her pale skin tinged with a thin layer of pink from the alcohol.

After several rounds of drinks, the building began to lean further and further off course.

Hou Qinqin suddenly pointed at Yang Jiulang and said, "Honey, I've noticed you're getting more and more handsome. When we first met, you looked like a sickly person, but now... now you look like a celebrity, you know, that kind of... that kind of..."

"Which one?" Yang Jiulang teased her.

"It's that kind of thing~" Hou Qinqin gestured for a long time but couldn't explain it clearly. Getting impatient, she grabbed Lee Hyori and said, "Sister, do you think it looks like that person again?"

Lee Hyori looked at Yang Jiulang carefully and nodded: "The Japanese version of Jay Chou."

"Giggle giggle giggle~"

Yang Jiulang suddenly had two heads, one big and one small.

Zhou Wanqiu exhaled a puff of smoke and added casually, "When we first met, you really were like a dried-up drug residue."

The three of them laughed and joked.

Yang Jiulang feigned anger: "Dregs? Tonight I'll show you whether it's dregs or a catalyst."

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dinner table immediately became ambiguous.