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

Han Jun was still dressed in his usual neat and tidy outfit.

Wearing a yellow vest, tapered sweatpants, and a beige sun hat, with his hands in his pockets and a whistle between his teeth, he looked as dashing as a gust of wind.

However, Han Jun has lost weight.

It's not hard to imagine how she spent the last two days, with her husband in jail, running around taking care of him, her mother-in-law crying and making a scene, and her daughter going hungry.

This is not something a woman should have to endure.

Yang Jiulang watched from afar, shook his head, and felt a little sorry for the woman.

"Teacher Han," Yang Jiulang walked over, "how are things going at home?"

Han Jun had just seen off the last student and was checking the car's condition when he heard this and paused.

She turned around and glanced at Yang Jiulang: "That's enough, let's get in the car!"

On the bus, Yang Jiulang practiced his basic exercises over and over again.

Han Jun sat beside him, remaining silent.

The atmosphere inside the car was very uncomfortable.

After a while, Yang Jiulang coughed lightly and called out, "Teacher Han."

Han Jun hummed in agreement, staring blankly ahead. After a long while, she sighed and said, "My husband is in. He was arrested for organizing a fraud, and..."

"Hmm!" Yang Jiulang nodded.

Han Jun turned to look at him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Aren't you surprised?"

Yang Jiulang shook his head: "Evil will be punished, the famous saying left by our ancestors is never wrong."

Han Jun sighed.

"How many years was he sentenced to?" Yang Jiulang asked.

Han Jun shook his head: "It hasn't been sentenced yet. The lawyer said it would be at least ten years."

Yang Jiulang wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to do so, so he held back and remained silent.

"Actually..." Han Jun looked out the car window, "I don't know how I feel right now. I wouldn't say I'm sad, but I also don't feel like I should be happy."

"I understand," Yang Jiulang nodded. "Teacher Han, emotions are not something that can be controlled by people; they just arise naturally. There's no need to worry about whether it's right or wrong."

Han Jun was stunned for a long time before letting out a long sigh of relief: "Thank you!"

【Ding! 】

Han Jun's favorability +10, current: 40

Ah, this proves that he hit the nail on the head with just one sentence. Feeling a little smug, he casually boasted, "Teacher Han, if you need any help, just say so. I have some connections that might be useful."

Han Jun shook his head. "Let them decide how they should be judged. I don't have the energy to deal with him right now; the house is a mess..."

"My mother-in-law is extremely emotionally unstable. She cries, makes a scene, and even threatens suicide, insisting that I go and get her son out," Han Jun said with a wry smile, her eyes filled with worry. "My biggest worry right now is Xin Xin. I'm afraid she'll be in danger if she stays with her mother-in-law."

Yang Jiulang felt a chill run down his spine.

Yes, you never know what an emotionally unstable and wicked mother-in-law might do to a child.

"Teacher Han, why don't you take a few more days off?" Yang Jiulang made a naive suggestion.

Han Jun shook his head: "If we don't go to work, our whole family will starve."

Yang Jiulang remained silent, his heart heavy.

After thinking about it, I changed the subject.

"Ms. Han, I have a friend who also wants to learn to drive. She has more flexible hours and can enroll in the intensive course. Can I have her apply directly to you?"

Yang Jiulang was thinking that this kind of direct marking might allow the teacher to get a larger share of the money.

Sure enough, Han Jun said, "Of course, you can sign up directly with me, the commission will be higher, but..."

"What's wrong, Teacher Han?"

"Don't use the word 'dot'."

Yang Jiulang was stunned for a moment, then grinned, a smile as sharp as a hook.

Han Jun also smiled.

Yang Jiulang stepped on the brake, turned his head and saw Han Jun's bitter but bright smile. Thinking about her messed-up life and his own powerlessness, he inexplicably burst into laughter.

"Hahaha~"

Hahaha~

Hahahaha~

Yang Jiulang tilted his head back, laughing until tears of kindness streamed down his face. His uncontrollable laughter almost pierced the roof of the car, parted the dark clouds, and soared straight into the sky...

【Ding! 】

Han Jun's favorability +10, current: 50

Zhou Wanqiu was on duty that night.

The two sat on top of each other in the bedroom, exchanging ideas and discussing the details of the villa's renovation.

Finally, an agreement was reached.

"Sis," Yang Jiulang said softly, "I've enrolled you in driving school. You should schedule a time with your instructor tomorrow!"

Zhou Wanqiu trembled several times before regaining her balance, and gasped, "Yang Jiulang, why did you tell me this?"

Yang Jiulang grinned: "Didn't I say last time that we should learn something while we have the time?"

"But, learning to drive..."

"Sister, this is something you absolutely have to learn. One day, you'll have your own car, a house, a man, and children..."

Zhou Wanqiu pinched Yang Jiulang's waist: "Remove the last two characters from my name."

Hehe~

"Kiuro~" Zhou Wanqiu said in a very low voice, gently stroking his angular face. "Oh my god, I really can't help but call you Kuro. Don't mind me."

Yang Jiulang tightened his grip on her strong arm: "I don't mind, I don't mind being called husband either."

"No," Zhou Wanqiu shook her head, "I don't want to end up like those two girls."

Yang Jiulang frowned. Women, oh women.

"Hisao, light a cigarette."

in the dark.

"Snap!" A ball of fire.

"Hiss~" A glimmer of light.

Yang Jiulang first gave Zhou Wanqiu a puff, then he took a satisfying puff himself...

The next day, after a chaotic battle to get up.

Three women and one man finished their breakfast at the auntie's breakfast stall, and then received their red envelopes and rebates.

Under the bright sunshine, each person, full of energy, ran off in different directions.

In the construction site's main conference room, Even convened an emergency meeting with all parties involved.

The gist of it was a briefing on the construction site's progress.

The pile foundation construction is more than halfway complete, and preparations for the subsequent basement construction are about to begin.

The design institute's drawings, the construction unit's personnel, machinery and materials, the arrival of professional supervisors, and so on.

Yang Jiulang didn't care to listen to this cliché, but there was one thing he did take in.

That's the client group; they're organizing a team, and they'll be coming over after the Spring Festival.

This is normal. Such a large project cannot be handled by the client without a dozen or twenty people.

It's hard to say what kind of storm it will cause.

The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish. Yang Jiulang leaned back in his chair, indifferent, staring at Even's red lips as they opened and closed, with only one thought in his mind...

Looking at Lee Hyori next to her, she sat there properly as the meeting recorder, like a well-behaved elementary school student.

Yang Jiulang chuckled wickedly and secretly sent a WeChat message: "Baby, do you want it?"

The phone screen in front of Lee Hyori lit up.

She glanced at her boss beside her and quietly reached out to tap her phone.

Suddenly, her pretty face turned visibly red.

She quickly glared at her "cousin" and then lowered her head.

Yang Jiulang stared at the ceiling, his fist almost shoved into his mouth...

That evening, the two left work together, and Yang Jiulang teased Lee Hyori all the way home, making her feel uncomfortable.

Finally, Lee Hyori made a harsh statement—"Just you wait tonight."

When the two returned home, they looked at the cushion as soon as they entered the door, and their eyes widened in surprise.