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

"What a waste of this villa," Even said casually as he drove. "It felt really nice."

Yang Jiulang's professional instincts kicked in, and he nodded, saying, "The design is indeed very thoughtful. It's built along the mountainside with a double-level design. The front yard of the first floor connects to the road below, and the back yard of the second floor connects to the road above. To be honest, this is very difficult. Also, look at the overhanging eaves. They perfectly block the afternoon sun without affecting the lighting. The placement of the window openings is also very thoughtful, and the ventilation and airflow are done very well."

Even, listening to him speak so eloquently, couldn't help but turn to look at him, feeling as if this guy had a halo on his forehead, shining with the brilliance of knowledge.

He couldn't help but praise, "Engineer Yang, you really are a special person."

"Special? Boss, is that a compliment or a compliment?" Yang Jiulang asked uncertainly.

"Of course it's a compliment," Even pouted. "You know what? Although you seem pretty scummy most of the time, you can also surprise people from time to time."

"Hmph~ I, Yang Jiulang, am skilled in both literature and martial arts, how come you call me trash?" Yang Jiulang argued aggrievedly.

Even clearly didn't understand the sheer audacity of Yang Jiulang's boast, and simply chuckled, saying, "You're getting cocky now. Okay, I won't go into your scumbag moments, you can be anytime, anywhere. Just take the time you were helping that old lady collect bottles today, and what you were saying about the villa's design. I know you weren't acting, you weren't putting on a show, it was just a natural, spontaneous expression. That's important, you know? In that instant, I felt something about you here..."

Even raised her hand and drew a circle on her head. "You have a ring on your head."

Yang Jiulang was drinking water when he sprayed it all over the passenger side dashboard and coughed violently.

Even quickly tore off a few tissues and threw them on Yang Jiulang's crotch, shouting, "You're really not good at being praised. Wipe me clean."

Yang Jiulang finally stopped coughing, wiping himself with water as he complained, "Boss, if you really understood what an IUD means, you wouldn't be blaming me, sigh~"

Even pursed her lips and ignored him.

Looking out at the empty villa, Yang Jiulang sighed involuntarily, "When will this economy ever recover?"

Even sighed, "It's even worse in Taiwan. My classmate works in architectural design there and hasn't received a new project in two years. Now, I hear that many people in the group are applying to come here."

Yang Jiulang hummed in agreement and muttered, "Come on, come on, you'll come sooner or later."

As the car reached the foot of the mountain, Even asked, "Is Hyori still at the construction site?"

Yang Jiulang checked the time; it was only a little past two o'clock. He nodded and said, "Probably."

"Okay, I'll go swear at them. Want to come along?" Even's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Yang Jiulang quickly shook his head: "I won't go. It's in an awkward situation, and I'm afraid people will gossip."

"Tch, then get off the bus!"

Yang Jiulang obediently got out of the car, watching the red SUV drive away, feeling depressed.

I checked the system and saw that Even's favorability rating was just over 60, meaning she only liked me a little bit.

But just now on the mountain, she clearly agreed to let me kiss her.

Now, however, he finds himself adrift and confused in the wind.

What does this mean? Does he have feelings for me or not? Give me a straight answer if he wants to get involved.

Who can stand this extreme temperature fluctuation?

It has to be said that these kinds of high-end women are really hard to figure out. In this respect, they are not as easy to cultivate as young, quirky women. At least they dare to love and hate, and they act when they should and speak when they should. They don't have so many hidden agendas.

Thinking about the complicated thoughts in his stomach, Yang Jiulang suddenly shuddered.

leave!

Fortunately, the foot of the mountain is not far from my accommodation, only about a 20-minute walk.

I lit a cigarette and strolled off.

He hadn't walked far when suddenly a timid voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, Auntie, have you been thinking about buying a house lately? Maybe you could take a look."

Yang Jiulang looked up and saw a girl handing out flyers standing a dozen meters in front of him.

She was probably around twenty years old, with a round face, a smooth forehead, and somewhat rough skin. She wore a ponytail. She was wearing a black suit that was clearly a size too big, with the shoulder pads almost slipping down to her arms, and the collar of her white shirt was wrinkled. She was holding a stack of colorful flyers in her hands, smiling, and constantly handing them out to people passing by.

An auntie pulling a grocery cart took the flyer, didn't even glance at it, and casually tossed it into the wind.

The girl blushed, walked over, squatted down, picked up the flyer, looked up, and the smile on her face did not disappear.

Yang Jiulang froze, this scene suddenly overlapping with a scene from his memory.

Three years ago, in Huaqiangbei, Shenzhen.

He accompanied Shao Ting as she handed out flyers at the subway entrance. It was winter, and the cold wind blew into her collar, making Shao Ting's hands red with cold.

A passerby took the flyer, didn't even look at it, threw it on the ground in front of her, and even stomped on it. Shao Ting squatted down to pick it up, turned around to look at herself, and showed a gentle smile, a smile as warm as a spring breeze, melting away her anger.

Bringing his thoughts back, Yang Jiulang shook his head, stepped forward, and took a flyer.

"Sir, we have villas available right now, starting at 15,000 per square meter. Would you be interested in learning more?"

The girl spoke with a slightly nasal tone, her Mandarin mixed with dialect, and she pronounced "Panshan" as "Benshan".

Yang Jiulang nodded and looked down at the flyer.

The printing on the coated paper was a bit rough, and it showed the villa complex we had just passed.

Phrases like "hillside residence," "low-density luxury home," and "ready-to-move-in property for immediate sale" are prominently displayed.

Just as he was about to put it in his pocket, he suddenly remembered what Even had said earlier, "This villa seems pretty nice."

Then I remembered the two million I received as a reward from the last blind box opening in my account.

Before I knew it, a thought had stirred within me.

Thinking back to last night's four-person battle, although it was lively, the need to hide and crowd together made it somewhat inconvenient.

If I had a big villa with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, thick soundproof walls, a super king-size bed, or even a super big bathtub, wouldn't I be able to do whatever I wanted and make whatever noise I wanted?

In an instant, a thought surged within me, one that I couldn't suppress.

That urge to consume comes on very easily.

Yang Jiulang calmed himself down and asked the girl, "Is this villa really for sale?"

The girl's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously: "Brother, it's for sale! It's for sale! There's one right now, a duplex, 416 square meters, three stories, fully furnished. The owner is from Hong Kong and needs money urgently, so he's lowering the price. It's only a little over six million!"

When the girl mentioned six million, she lost confidence in herself.

The gentleman in front of me wasn't driving, wasn't carrying a bag, wasn't bald, and didn't have a beer belly...

Most importantly, he's so handsome. He doesn't look like someone who could come up with six million at all.

Six hundred yuan is barely enough.

"Can I see the apartment?" Yang Jiulang asked with a smile.

The girl was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, I can see you, big brother."

"Shall we go take a look now?"

The young woman was so excited she almost dropped the flyer. "Okay, sir, our store is just up ahead. Please come with me, I'll take you there on my electric scooter!"

Yang Jiulang gestured for him to lead the way.

The little girl, wearing shoes a size too big, walked ahead like a wound-up toy motor, clattering along.

Yang Jiulang followed behind, staring at the girl's lithe figure beneath her oversized dark suit.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag...