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

Yang Jiulang and Li Xiaoli returned home and were shocked.

A little girl, about three years old, sat properly on a cushion in the living room.

The little girl was wearing a faded kindergarten uniform, with two crooked pigtails on her head, and her big, dark eyes looked timidly at the person who entered the room.

She placed her two small hands neatly on her knees, like a little adult, but her slightly trembling lips betrayed her nervousness.

"This..." Yang Jiulang was stunned: "Whose?"

At this moment, Zhou Wanqiu came out of the kitchen carrying a fruit platter.

The cantaloupe was cut into the shape of a small boat, the watermelon was scooped into small balls, and the blueberries were washed clean one by one, making them look incredibly delicate.

"Xinxin, come on, have some fruit." Zhou Wanqiu squatted down, her voice so gentle that Yang Jiulang thought he had misheard.

The little girl carefully picked up a piece of cantaloupe and took small bites, but her eyes kept glancing at Yang Jiulang and Lee Hyori.

The more Yang Jiulang looked at the little girl, the more familiar she seemed—her eyebrows, her eyes, her expression…

"Sister, who is this child?"

Zhou Wanqiu stood up and lowered her voice: "Coach Han Jun's daughter, Xin Xin."

Yang Jiulang suddenly realized that he had seen a picture of the child in Han Jun's car.

It turned out that Zhou Wanqiu went to practice driving in the morning and found that Han Jun had brought his daughter over.

The driving practice area was dusty and the sun was scorching. The little girl sat on a plastic stool, her face flushed red from the sun.

While teaching her students, Han Jun also took time to come over and feed her daughter water, keeping herself extremely busy.

While waiting in line for her driving lesson, Zhou Wanqiu played with the little girl.

Although she is usually cold and aloof, she has a knack for coaxing children, or rather, she genuinely loves children.

After finishing her driving practice, Zhou Wanqiu couldn't bear to see Xinxin suffer at the driving range, so she suggested taking the little girl home first and waiting for Han Jun to pick her up after get off work.

Han Jun was initially worried, after all, they hadn't known each other for very long.

Zhou Wanqiu then said that she was Yang Jiulang's friend.

Only then did she feel at ease entrusting her daughter to her.

The little girl happily followed Zhou Wanqiu back.

"Yang Jiulang, you've got quite the nerve," Zhou Wanqiu said, giving Yang Jiulang a meaningful glare.

"That's right." Yang Jiulang grinned, but in his heart he was thinking, "It's a good thing that you sisters can stick together like this!"

As he spoke, he leaned back in the recliner, took out a cigarette, and prepared to smoke one.

Zhou Wanqiu slapped his hand, glaring at him: "There are kids in the house, go to the balcony and slap them!"

Yang Jiulang awkwardly withdrew his hand, while Lee Hyori covered her mouth and chuckled to herself.

I went out onto the balcony, closed the glass door, lit a cigarette, leaned against the railing, and looked into the house through the glass.

Zhou Wanqiu squatted by the mat, patiently teaching Xinxin how to draw. Her usually icy face was now as gentle as melted cream, and her calm eyes shone with maternal warmth.

Xin Xin finished drawing a little rabbit, and Zhou Wanqiu clapped: "Wow, that's amazing! Xin Xin is fantastic!"

The little girl smiled shyly, revealing two dimples.

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Wanqiu, who had been pondering her career plan, suddenly found direction.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Yang Jiulang revealed a father-in-law's smile.

For dinner, Lee Hyori specially cooked her favorite dishes.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, cola chicken wings, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Yang Jiulang picked up a piece of pork rib, took a bite, and his eyes immediately lit up: "Wow, this pork rib is amazing! The sweet and sour flavor is just right, and the meat is tender and juicy. Hyori, why haven't you ever made this for me before?"

Lee Hyori laughed, "I didn't know you liked eating children's food!"

Yang Jiulang's lips curled up slightly, and he said in a serious tone, "Not only children, I also like to eat baby food."

"Uh," Lee Hyori squinted at Yang Gu-rang, "what's that? I made some for you to eat."

Yang Jiulang's thieving eyes scanned Lee Hyori's chest.

"Oh dear~" Lee Hyori suddenly understood, her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head, ignoring him.

"Gagaga~" Yang Jiulang laughed triumphantly.

"Slap!" Zhou Wanqiu slapped his arm: "Yang Jiulang, speak properly, there are children here!"

Yang Jiulang immediately shut his mouth and obediently ate his food.

Around 8 p.m., Zhou Wanqiu received a message from Han Jun that she had finished get off work and was coming to pick up Xinxin.

Yang Jiulang and Zhou Wanqiu then led Xinxin downstairs.

The night was gentle, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

Han Jun leaned against the front of the car, watching the three of them walk over from a distance.

Xin Xin, holding Zhou Wanqiu's hand, skipped and hopped like a happy little rabbit. Yang Jiulang's tall figure carefully served on either side, like a protective guardian angel who provided a strong sense of security.

Han Jun's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She was moved by the care Xin Xin had received, but also felt guilty for not being able to provide her daughter with the same kind of life.

"Teacher Han," Yang Jiulang waved and greeted him.

"Yang Jiulang, Wanqiu, thank you so much." Han Jun knelt down and picked up his daughter. "Xinxin, did you cause any trouble for your uncle and aunt?"

Xin Xin shook her head, her voice still sweet and childish: "Xin Xin is very well-behaved."

Zhou Wanqiu said, "She's very well-behaved. By the way, Xinxin has eaten. Go back and let her rest early. Children need to sleep early to grow taller."

Han Jun nodded and thanked him repeatedly.

Yang Jiulang asked, "Why don't you send Xinxin to kindergarten?"

Han Jun smiled wryly: "There are no kindergartens nearby, and the nearest one is a 30-minute drive away. I have to teach students during the day, so I really can't pick them up and drop them off. I'll stop doing that for now."

Yang Jiulang nodded and said nothing more.

But the plan in my mind became clearer and clearer, and more and more resolute.

When the two returned home, Hou Qinqin had just returned from her nail art class.

The girl burst through the door shouting, "I'm starving! Sis, shall we have some food?"

Lee Hyori hurried to the kitchen and brought out the food that had been saved for her.

Hou Qinqin plopped down on the cushion, saw the painting on the table, and exclaimed with a pout, "Hey, who painted this? Could it be any uglier?"

"Shut up!" Zhou Wanqiu yelled, then told them about Han Jun's daughter's arrival.

Hou Qinqin exclaimed after hearing this, "Wow, my husband is so charming! He can even bring home the daughter of a driving school instructor?"

Yang Jiulang rolled his eyes: "Your cousin brought her back, okay!"

Zhou Wanqiu snorted: "If I didn't mention your name, Yang Jiulang, would they feel comfortable letting me take care of you?"

Hou Qinqin gnawed on a rib, her words muffled: "Hehe, see? I told you my husband is charming!"

Zhou Wanqiu sat down and lit a cigarette: "However, I quite like Teacher Han. He's straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush. We chatted quite a bit."

"Oh? What did you talk about?" Yang Jiulang asked.

Zhou Wanqiu thought for a moment: "Hyori, Teacher Han was also a sports student in high school, and her specialty was sprinting. She was also rebellious when she was young, and she didn't listen to her parents. She insisted on marrying that hooligan far away."

Yang Jiulang slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing, "So she's a sports student too. No wonder her butt..."

She abruptly shut her mouth and glanced guiltily at Lee Hyori.

Zhou Wanqiu grinned mischievously: "You mean, like Lee Hyori's, it's perky, right?"

Lee Hyori blushed.

Yang Jiulang coughed awkwardly.

Hou Qinqin immediately exclaimed, "Look, look, look! My husband probably even wants to sleep with his coach!"

Zhou Wanqiu rarely joked: "No need for 80%, even 180%! Look at every single one he's encountered, wouldn't he want to get involved?"

"That's right, that's right," Hou Qinqin chimed in.

Faced with the sisters' fierce offensive, Yang Jiulang blushed and couldn't utter a single word.

Lee Hyori glanced at her beloved man and came to his rescue, saying, "Big brother doesn't just want to sleep with every girl he sees."

"Hmph," Zhou Wanqiu glared at Li Xiaoli, "You do the math yourself, use the data to speak for yourself, and see which one he didn't do or didn't think about."

Lee Hyori lowered her head, counted on her fingers for a while, then looked up and said, "Xu Lili, that Xu Lili from the engagement party, my brother didn't..."

Hou Qinqin yelled, "Holy crap, is that guy crazy? You're saying he doesn't even have feelings for that female dog downstairs?"

The atmosphere froze instantly.