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

"Cousin, give me an explanation!" Hou Qinqin was drunk and confused, unable to distinguish between the two.

She slammed the wine bottle heavily on the table, pointed at Zhou Wanqiu, and said, "You're the one left to do it. Whether you're honest or not is up to you."

Zhou Wanqiu glared at Hou Qinqin, then quickly glanced at Yang Jiulang and Li Xiaoli.

Actually, she had been itching to get her hands on those three beautiful bodies for a long time, but the seniority between them prevented her from doing so.

She downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, her bloodshot eyes glaring, and gritted her teeth, insisting, "I will not take my clothes off in this living room."

"Come on, let's go upstairs," Hou Qinqin stood up abruptly. "I'm full. This spicy crayfish, ugh~ my tongue is so spicy it's numb."

The four of them pushed and shoved each other as they headed straight for the third-floor common room, which was Yang Jiulang's master bedroom.

This wonderful experience became a cherished memory for the three girls, forever buried deep in their hearts.

The next morning, as the sun rose.

No longer can people hear the chaotic roar of vehicles, the rumble of construction sites, and the cacophony of voices.

It was quiet and peaceful, with the occasional clear bird song.

Yang Jiulang was still fast asleep.

Hou Qinqin and Li Xiaoli both woke up, but couldn't move despite having their eyes open.

Zhou Wanqiu had arranged to learn to drive with Han Jun, so she gritted her teeth and endured the pain as she got up.

He turned around and looked at the soundly sleeping Yang Jiulang, then slapped him across the face.

He limped out of the house, unable to walk in a straight line, so he took out his phone and hailed a taxi.

When they arrived at the driving range, Zhou Wanqiu was surprised to find that Han Jun had not only brought Xin Xin, but also a large woven bag bulging in the back seat of the car.

"Sister Han Jun, why did you take the day off yesterday?" Zhou Wanqiu keenly sensed something was wrong and asked casually while practicing driving.

Han Jun paused for a moment, then turned his head to look out of the car, where he saw Xin Xin sitting properly under the tin shed.

Before I knew it, my eyes welled up with tears.

"Sister, what happened? What's in the bag behind you?" Zhou Wanqiu continued to ask.

Han Jun took a deep breath, shook his head, and said calmly, "It's nothing, I was just kicked out by my mother-in-law."

"Holy crap!" Zhou Wanqiu slammed on the brakes. "What's going on?"

"She doesn't recognize me as her daughter-in-law anymore, and she won't let Xin Xin and me live in her house anymore," Han Jun said with a bitter smile. "Yesterday, I took Xin Xin to look for a place to live."

"Damn it, she'll regret this someday," Zhou Wanqiu cursed through gritted teeth, then comforted Han Jun, "It's okay, sis. This is good, it saves us from having to take care of that old hag."

Han Jun hummed in agreement, "Thank you!"

Zhou Wanqiu glanced at the bags behind her and asked, "The house? Didn't you find it?"

"It's okay if it's hard to find one right now. Xin Xin and I will stay in a hotel for the next few days."

Zhou Wanqiu didn't say anything more, but her heart felt heavy.

After finishing her driving lesson, Zhou Wanqiu took Xinxin home as usual.

Before leaving, she said to Han Jun, "Coach Han, when you come to pick up Xin Xin tonight, I'll send you the new address."

Han Jun was taken aback: "You moved?"

"Yes, I moved it yesterday."

When Zhou Wanqiu brought Xinxin home, everyone was already up.

The three were recovering on a mat on the terrace.

Yang Jiulang reads novels, Lee Hyori watches videos, and Hou Qinqin reads nail art books.

As soon as Xin Xin entered the yard, she fell in love with the big lawn and took off her shoes to run around in the yard.

Zhou Wanqiu called out to the sky, "You two, come down and play with Xinxin."

Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin responded and carefully descended the stairs, holding onto the handrail, only to bump into Zhou Wanqiu, who was holding onto the handrail as she went up the stairs.

The three women were all stunned for a moment, their faces flushed, and they quickly brushed past each other while gritting their teeth.

Zhou Wanqiu walked onto the terrace and slapped Yang Jiulang on the shoulder: "Give me a cigarette, you bastard, you've almost killed me."

Yang Jiulang chuckled, lit one and handed it to her, and then lit one for himself as well.

Zhou Wanqiu sat down, took a deep drag on her cigarette, and let out a long, soft sigh.

"What's wrong, sis?" Yang Jiulang tilted his head to look at her. "You weren't too clumsy learning to drive, and Teacher Han scolded you, huh? Hehe~"

Zhou Wanqiu rolled her eyes at him and said, "Your teacher Han was kicked out of her home by her wicked mother-in-law and is now homeless, staying in a hotel."

"Huh?" Yang Jiulang sat up abruptly. "Sis, what's going on?"

Zhou Wanqiu then gave a brief account of the situation.

"Damn it!" Yang Jiulang leaned back and cursed at the sky.

Then he remembered the senior citizen's room on the first floor.

Although it was supposed to be a senior citizen's room, Zhou Wanqiu considered that no elderly people would be living there, so she decorated it in the same style as the upstairs room.

"Sister," Yang Jiulang leaned over and stared at Zhou Wanqiu, "What do you think, is it okay if Han Jun and Xin Xin stay here? The senior room on the first floor is big enough; it would be just right for the mother and daughter."

Zhou Wanqiu stared blankly at Yang Jiulang, then suddenly laughed: "Isn't it a coincidence? That's what I thought too."

"No," Yang Jiulang said, taken aback. "Then why didn't you say so earlier?"

Zhou Wanqiu smiled sheepishly: "I think it's not really appropriate!"

"Oh dear, sis, you've made a mistake again. Come on, accept my punishment!" Yang Jiulang threw down his cigarette butt, picked up Zhou Wanqiu, and ran into the house.

Zhou Wanqiu suppressed her screams, kicked her legs desperately, and muttered, "Yang Jiulang, you can't do that anymore, someone's going to die!"