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

Life is sometimes turbulent, sometimes as calm as still water.

The next few days.

Yang Jiulang and Li Xiaoli followed the established routine of working like slaves.

Hou Qinqin goes to learn nail art every day, leaving early and returning late.

Zhou Wanqiu is preoccupied with the villa, learning to drive, and taking care of the child.

The only one who changed was Xin Xin.

The little girl is getting bolder and bolder.

She would peel garlic for Lee Hyori and would also pester Hou Qinqin to do cute nail art for her.

They would even invite Yang Jiulang to the balcony when he wanted to smoke.

On the night around the time that Hou Qinqin was on her third shift, Yang Jiulang received a notification from Han Jun.

That night was Friday.

Hou Qinqin was under the blanket at the other end.

Yang Jiulang stared at the ceiling, his soul seemingly leaving his body.

Suddenly my phone rang.

He turned sideways, grabbed his phone, and turned it on.

[Yang Jiulang, your road test is scheduled for Sunday morning. As usual, you'll drive around the test center a couple of times tomorrow afternoon to familiarize yourself with the terrain. Do you have time?]

Yang Jiulang gritted his teeth and replied: 【Okay.】

On Saturday morning, after Zhou Wanqiu finished her driving lesson, Han Jun drove her and Xin Xin home and picked up Yang Jiulang along the way.

The two chatted idly in the car.

The conversation naturally and unconsciously shifted towards Yang Jiulang.

"Hey, sis," Zhou Wanqiu had already started calling Teacher Han "sister," "Don't let that guy's seemingly harmless and cheeky appearance fool you, he can be terrifying when he gets ruthless."

Han Jun nodded: "Indeed, last time I went to take my driving test, I encountered a few thugs blocking the road. He took down four of them by himself. I was shocked at the time. He looked so polite, I didn't expect him to be so capable."

"Yes, yes," Zhou Wanqiu said casually, "Last time, not long ago, he and my younger sister, oh, like you, also practice sports, Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). I'll introduce you two another day. By the way, she also wants to learn to drive from you in a while. Yes, I have another younger sister who also wants to learn to drive from you."

Han Jun turned to look at Zhou Wanqiu, his eyes conveying a clear message.

Sister Wanqiu, would you like to hear what you have to say?

Zhou Wanqiu also realized what was happening, smiled sheepishly, and continued to steer the conversation back on track: "Not long ago, Yang Jiulang and my sister who practices Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) broke into a fraud ring. The two of them took down more than a dozen people in no time. Later, I heard that the police arrested them all."

The car lurched violently, almost plunging into the ditch. Han Jun quickly straightened the steering wheel, his heart pounding wildly.

She took a few deep breaths and asked, "Wanqiu, what day was it? Do you remember?"

Zhou Wanqiu frowned and thought for a moment, then slapped her long, white thigh and said, "I remember now, it was the day he took his driving test. We even celebrated together that night!"

Recalling the awkwardness of sharing a bed with four people that night, Zhou Wanqiu unconsciously wiggled her hips.

At this moment, Han Jun was speechless, only feeling his heart surging with emotion.

Was it him? Did he send her husband to jail?

She remembered that after the exam that day, she treated him to dinner and told him about her husband's domestic violence.

For a fleeting moment, his eyes were chillingly cold.

Han Jun couldn't help but shiver.

It must be him. He knows her husband. That day, after he beat down the four thugs who blocked the car, he prevented her from calling the police and even revealed her husband's name.

Thinking of this, Han Jun felt a surge of emotion, and his eyes reddened.

Yang Jiulang, who was taking a nap at home, suddenly received a notification from the system.

【Ding! 】

Han Jun's favorability +10, current: 60

Yang Jiulang's mouth stretched all the way to his ears.

My cousin is so reliable; she's probably saying good things about me to Coach Han again, hehehe...

Not long after, Zhou Wanqiu returned with Xinxin.

"Yang Jiulang, Coach Han's car is waiting downstairs. By the way, the weather forecast says it will rain heavily today, so bring a raincoat."

Yang Jiulang responded and went downstairs without a raincoat.

Just kidding, real men never wear raincoats.

Once in Han Jun's car, Yang Jiulang smiled at Han Jun as soon as he sat in the passenger seat and said, "Hello, Teacher Han, let's go."

Han Jun had something on his mind, his face was cold, and he didn't say a word.

"Don't be nervous, Teacher Han. The exam isn't until tomorrow. Don't worry, I'm all prepared and I'm determined to pass on my first try."

Han Jun started the car and turned on the windshield wipers.

Yes, it has started to rain.

Yang Jiulang saw that Han Jun was ignoring him, so he turned to look at her.

I was momentarily stunned.

Today, Han Jun wore a black short-sleeved shirt with a light jacket over it, showing off her slender waist. She paired it with camouflage cargo pants and Dr. Martens boots. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing a section of her long, elegant neck.

Her profile was sharply defined, with a sharp jawline, a smooth forehead, and her eyes were focused on the front. Her movements as she shifted gears were fluid and graceful.

But Yang Jiulang noticed that she had a faint bluish tint under her eyes and her lips were a little chapped.

Tired, but still beautiful.

Yang Jiulang's heart stirred slightly at this beauty tinged with a sense of fragility.

He saw that Han Jun didn't speak, but just stared blankly out of the car.

Outside the car, dark clouds loomed over the city, a prelude to a downpour.

Yang Jiulang leaned back in his seat and murmured, "Yes, it's going to rain heavily."

Just then, Han Jun's phone rang. He picked it up, glanced at it, and said softly, "The other two students think the rain is too heavy and aren't coming. Let's go straight to the exam venue!"

Yang Jiulang nodded, "That's perfect, one-on-one tutoring."

They drove in silence. Han Jun focused on driving, while Yang Jiulang kept glancing at her.

When I arrived at the road test site, it was raining heavily, and the raindrops were hitting the car windows with a pattering sound.

Vehicles from other driving schools are gradually leaving the site.

A very few cars also drove in.

Han Jun quickly drove the car to the starting point and said, "I'll take you through it once, remember it well."

"Okay." Yang Jiulang perked up and became serious.

"First," Han Jun began to explain, "you will get on the bus here. Please note that before getting on, you must walk around the bus once."

"Okay," Yang Jiulang said, getting out of the car.

"Stop!" Han Jun shouted. "What are you doing? It's raining so hard. Just remember that."

Yang Jiulang chuckled: "That's how I remembered it."

Han Jun sighed and continued, "Get in the car. Remember three things: adjust the seat, fasten your seatbelt, and engage the handbrake. Start the engine. Remember three things: turn on the turn signal and check the rearview mirror..."

Han Jun explained carefully while slowly starting the car.

Along the way, he explained in detail where to pull over, where to honk, where to slow down, and where to cross traffic lights.

The car went around in a circle and returned to the starting point.

"Did you remember?" Han Jun turned to Yang Jiulang and asked.

Yang Jiulang nodded, indicating he had remembered.

"Okay, let's change seats."

Yang Jiulang looked at the heavy rain outside the car, then looked back, but didn't see an umbrella.

After thinking for a moment, he came up with a crooked idea: "Teacher Han, I'll crawl to the back first, you crawl over here, and then I'll crawl over there."

Han Jun shook his head: "If you do this tomorrow, you'll be completely finished."

"Uh, with such heavy rain, how can we change it?"

"It's okay, run faster." Han Jun said and was about to open the door.

"Wait, wait, Teacher Han!" Yang Jiulang quickly called out, opened the door, and rushed out.

He rushed to the driver's side, lifted his jacket up to make an umbrella over his head, and shouted, "Teacher Han, come out quickly!"

Han Jun hurriedly jumped out of the car and crawled under Yang Jiulang's clothes.

And so, the two of them, in the pouring rain, under the makeshift umbrella held up by their clothes, quickly ran towards the passenger seat.

All the jostling and bumping along the way was submerged in the heavy rain.

When Yang Jiulang finished escorting Han Jun and returned to the driver's seat, his jacket was soaked through, dripping with water.

Yang Jiulang simply took it off and threw it behind him.

Han Jun looked at Yang Jiulang, and his heart fluttered slightly.

The defined muscles beneath the T-shirt, the water droplets sliding down those chiseled cheeks...