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

After parting ways with Liu Feifang, Yang Jiulang checked the time; it was almost midnight.

Since I'd just be sleeping at the table anyway if I went to the construction site, I might as well go home and sleep first.

He strolled back, pondering the villa's renovation the whole way. Three floors plus a basement—just buying furniture would cost a fortune. But with the system, money wasn't an issue.

The key is how to give those three girls a surprise.

As I was thinking about it, my lower abdomen started to feel slightly bloated, and I felt an urge to urinate.

I rushed home and went straight to the bathroom.

"Ah!" Yang Jiulang let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

In the bathroom, Zhou Wanqiu lay naked in the bathtub. In the steamy atmosphere, her slender body resembled a white jade statue, her curves undulating. One leg draped over the edge of the tub, her ankle delicate, her toes painted with dark red nail polish.

She had a cigarette dangling from her mouth, her eyes half-closed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hearing Yang Jiulang's scream, she turned her head and looked at him through the smoke.

Eyes facing each other.

"You're back?" Her voice was hoarse, with a languid quality, as if she had just finished smoking.

Yang Jiulang swallowed hard, his gaze involuntarily sliding downwards.

"Sister...you...I...need to pee..."

"I'll piss on you." Zhou Wanqiu put a cigarette in her mouth, reached for a towel, and draped it over her waist.

Helpless and afraid of holding it in too long, Yang Jiulang had no choice but to walk to the toilet and turn his back to the bathtub to release the water.

The sound of rushing water filled the air, and behind them came Zhou Wanqiu's soft "tsk" sound.

After flushing the toilet, Yang Jiulang turned around.

Zhou Wanqiu remained in the same posture, but the cigarette was finished, and the cigarette butt lay in the ashtray next to her, still scattering its last bit of life.

Her eyes were vacant as she stared at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh.

Yang Jiulang's heart tightened. He walked closer to the bathtub, squatted down, and asked with concern, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Zhou Wanqiu didn't speak, but simply raised her hand and touched Yang Jiulang's face.

The hand smelled of shower gel and had a hint of tobacco spiciness.

She waved to Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang was taken aback, then he understood.

……

Afterwards, Yang Jiulang lit a cigarette and smoked it with the two of them.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

Zhou Wanqiu didn't speak, her hand unconsciously clenching in the water.

"Ouch, that hurts, sis," Yang Jiulang cried out in pain.

Zhou Wanqiu then realized that she had pulled Yang Jiulang's leg hair and burst out laughing.

"Sigh~" Zhou Wanqiu sighed deeply, "I don't know anything, it's so hard to find a job~"

So that's what happened. Thinking back on this period, Zhou Wanqiu went out to look for work whenever she had time. She must have been hitting walls everywhere and her mentality collapsed.

Thinking of this, Yang Jiulang hugged her tighter, feigning ease as he comforted her, "So that's all there is to it!"

Zhou Wanqiu snorted: "It's a matter of life and death, isn't it a big deal?"

Yang Jiulang rested his chin on Zhou Wanqiu's head and said softly, "Sister, I've seen you leaving early and coming home late these days. You must be very anxious about finding a job!"

Zhou Wanqiu nodded and pulled Yang Jiulang's hand, which was sliding down, back up.

"But I'm thinking, maybe this gap isn't a bad thing. Just like a seed needs a quiet period of dormancy before it sprouts. Sister, you're too hasty, and you've forgotten what's most important to you."

"What is it?" Zhou Wanqiu asked as she removed the hand that was covering her mouth.

"Improve yourself! Sis, that's the most important thing. If you've been too busy to have time before, why not use this time to learn something?"

"Sister, opportunities are a strange thing. They don't like to be chased. Instead, when you calm down and hone yourself into a magnet with enough weight, the right people and things will naturally be attracted to you along some unseen path."

"Sister, don't treat this period as a 'blank period,' but as your 'recharge period.' Don't worry about falling behind. The place that truly belongs to you will open up perfectly the moment you are ready."

Zhou Wanqiu listened quietly and absorbed the information, and the slight gloom in her heart slowly dissipated.

"Oh dear," she sighed, "Yang Jiulang, I must say you're very good with words. I feel much better now, thank you."

Yang Jiulang chuckled: "Serving my sister is something this little brother would gladly die for."

Yang Jiulang thought it over and over.

Recently, I and Lee Hyori have been going to work and leaving get off work on time, and Hou Qinqin has been going to nail art lessons every day.

It's definitely not a good idea for Zhou Wanqiu to wander around aimlessly by herself.

We need to let her learn something and find something to do.

That's my nature, I've said it.

"Sister," Yang Jiulang placed Zhou Wanqiu on the cushion, "I have something to tell you, but you can't tell the two of them."

"What is it?"

"I was planning to surprise you guys after I finished, but now I realize I need your help. You have to promise not to tell anyone..."

"Stop dawdling," Zhou Wanqiu rolled her eyes at him, "Just say it already."

"Um, sis, I bought a house, a second-hand house, renovated a few years ago, it's still usable. I'd like you to help me keep an eye on some renovations, and also buy furniture and furnish the rooms."

Zhou Wanqiu stared at Yang Jiulang and praised, "You're pretty good, kid! You bought a house! Where did you buy it? How much did it cost? How big is it?"

Yang Jiulang scratched the back of his head: "Not far, not big, not expensive."

"That's fine. You're still so young, and you're already buying a house. It'll be fine if it's secondhand. Let's just pay the down payment first."

Yang Jiulang nodded: "30% down payment."

Zhou Wanqiu hummed in agreement: "Okay, but you'll be paying off the mortgage from now on, so don't spend money recklessly. Oh, and by the way, starting today, don't give me any more money."

Yang Jiulang grinned: "I still have that little bit of money."

But in my heart I was thinking, if I don't give you money, how am I going to pay my mortgage?

"Tch, you're just bragging. Come on, take me to see the house."

Yang Jiulang checked the time; it was past two o'clock. He decided to skip work today: "Let's go then."

The two got dressed and went out side by side.

Unbeknownst to Zhou Wanqiu, in twenty minutes she would be utterly shocked.