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

Lin Bing snatched Yang Jiulang's phone and started scrolling through his chat history with Even.

Yang Jiulang yelled and pounced on Lin Bing, grabbing his arm and shouting as he tried to snatch it: "Master, there's nothing to see, it's all work-related stuff, hey, give it to me, ahahaha..."

"Just one look, just one look..." Lin Bing gripped his phone tightly, refusing to let go.

The two were playfully embracing when Yang Ying suddenly called out from behind, "President Lin, are you coming or not?"

Lin Bing then let go, straightened his clothes, and said, "It's a rare opportunity for me to come all this way. I'm going to have a drink with Xiao Yang tonight. If you're in a hurry, call the driver over. You guys go first, I'll take a taxi back."

The proud Yang Ying suffered setbacks at every turn today, and on top of that, Yang Jiulang, the scoundrel who used to fawn over her, is now cold, distant, and indifferent.

What's even more infuriating is that this ordinary, hunched-over person is now so handsome. His tall, upright figure and dashing face are so striking that she can't take her eyes off him.

The stark contrast between her expectations and reality caused her to lose her composure. She gritted her teeth and retorted angrily, "I'm hungry too! If you can eat, why can't I?"

Lin Bing frowned: "I didn't say you can't eat it. Call Xiao Zhao and have him bring the car over."

Yang Jiulang checked the time; there were still more than ten minutes until he could leave work. He told Lin Bing to wait a moment and hurriedly ran back to his office.

Even in the office, President Gu was no longer there.

Yang Jiulang pushed open the door and walked up to Even.

Even leaned back, raised her round chin, and glared coldly at the scheming man: "Yang Jiulang, since you already have the answer, why do you still need me to ask President Gu?"

She's too smart; that's not a good thing.

Yang Jiulang scratched his head and explained embarrassedly, "Boss, usually when someone is wronged, crying and shouting doesn't necessarily convince anyone."

"Hmph," Even stared at Yang Jiulang, "I still want to hear what you have to say. President Gu doesn't know anything about your company's affairs either."

Yang Jiulang gave an awkward laugh and then recounted the company's impending restructuring, the power struggle between Wang Cheng and Lin Bingzheng, and Wang Cheng's underhanded tactics.

Even listened quietly and then shook her head.

Lee Hyori shook her head behind her.

"Yang Jiulang, Wang Cheng is the chief engineer of our project. I've met him a few times before, and I did have a somewhat uneasy feeling about him." Even paused, resting her chin on her hand. "As for President Lin, this is the first time I've met him. His technical skills are truly amazing, but as for his character..."

Yang Jiulang quickly stood up straight: "Sir, he is my mentor, so of course his character is good."

Even scoffed, unable to suppress a chuckle, before adopting a serious expression: "Yang Jiulang, I'm writing the minutes for the drawing review meeting these past two days. Do I need to say anything? You know, this is firsthand information; all the top leaders in the group will see it."

Yang Jiulang sighed: "Boss, when I found out today that Wang Cheng was up to no good, I wanted to tell the dean in the company group chat right away, but my mentor stopped me. He said he wouldn't fight for it."

Even paused, then muttered, "No, no, okay, I know what to write now."

Then he waved to Yang Jiulang: "You can leave work early and go keep your master company."

Yang Jiulang stood at attention, saluted, and said loudly, "Thank you, my best leader."

"Tch, isn't your best leader your mentor?" Even scoffed.

Yang Jiulang chuckled, "That's different. Brothers are like limbs. Oh, wait, well, you guys get on with your work, bye-bye..."

He turned and ran to Lee Hyori, who was chuckling to herself, and said, "Hyori, I'm not going home for dinner tonight."

Lee Hyori suppressed a laugh: "Okay, cousin."

As soon as we stepped out of the construction site gate, driver Xiao Zhao had already brought the car over.

Lin Bing and Xiao Zhao were smoking under the big tree.

Yang Jiulang walked over quickly and saw that Yang Ying was already sitting in the car.

"Master, Yutian, what would you two like to eat? It's on me," Yang Jiulang asked cheerfully.

Xiao Zhao, a native of Northwest China, had an honest and simple appearance. He smiled sheepishly and said, "Mr. Yang is treating, we're fine with whatever we eat."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's Mr. Yang's treat, everything tastes delicious." Lin Bing joked.

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment: "The only food around here is barbecue and beer. There's a seafood street nearby where you can eat seafood, but it's about a 20-minute drive there."

"Let's go eat seafood. What's so good about barbecue? It's not clean," Yang Ying shouted from inside the car.

Lin Bing patted Yang Jiulang on the shoulder, "Xiao Zhao, drive, let's go get some barbecue, I'm afraid I'm allergic to seafood."

"Ah, Master, what a coincidence! I'm also allergic to seafood," Yang Jiulang exclaimed.

"Really? Do you have bumps?"

"Yes, one by one~"

The master and apprentice squeezed into the passenger seat as they talked, because no one wanted to sit in the back next to Yang Ying.

"Master, I'll sit in the front and give directions to Yutian."

"Please move aside, I get carsick."

The two of them each stuck one leg in, and they were locked in a stalemate.

Yang Ying's face was already as red as a roasted eggplant.

Xiao Zhao looked at the two mentors speechlessly, and finally said to Yang Jiulang, "President Yang, you really have guts. No one in the entire company, including the dean, dares to compete with President Lin for his position."

"Yeah, yeah, they've reversed the Heavenly Stems and want to take my place." Lin Bing said as he shoved his big buttocks in, finally gaining a half-body lead.

Having lost, Yang Jiulang could only sit dejectedly in the back row.

He stretched his head forward as far as he could, leaving his cold back to Yang Ying.

It was already dusk.

Yang Jiulang took them to the barbecue stall where they had eaten the night they first met Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin.

The street barbecue stalls were filled with smoke, the tables and chairs were simple, and the people coming and going were mostly factory workers.

Yang Ying looked disgusted but forced herself to sit down, her brows furrowed tightly. She carefully placed her exquisite bag on her lap, as if afraid of getting it even a speck of oil or smoke on it. Her posture was affected and pretentious, her eyes scanning her surroundings with disdain. Every move she made was a deliberate attempt to flaunt her superiority as a "high-end designer," radiating an air of incongruous affectation.

They were early customers, and the barbecue was quickly served: a bunch of lamb skewers, three grilled lamb testicles, three grilled chicken wings, a dozen grilled oysters, a grilled eggplant...

"Let's get started, let's drink..." Lin Bing waved his hand.

Yang Jiulang and Xiao Zhao didn't stand on ceremony either. The three men ate meat heartily, and the two men drank alcohol heartily. Xiao Zhao gulped down apple cider vinegar, eating with great relish.

Yang Ying looked at the three unsophisticated men in front of her with a long face, already regretting coming along.

She sat there, dissecting the eggplant with chopsticks in her hand, without saying a word.

Because nobody paid any attention to her.

After a few rounds of drinks, several cheerful young women chattered and brushed past Lin Bing's backside. Lin Bing turned around and looked at their brightly colored outfits, unable to resist teasing, "Little Yang, the nightlife here is vibrant, with beauties everywhere. Haven't you dated a single one?"

Yang Jiulang quickly said seriously, "Master, I have been focused on my studies and work, and have never thought about those mundane matters involving men and women."

"Tch," Yang Ying couldn't help but curl her lips, "Him? He'd have to be good enough for her to even date her."

Seeing that Yang Ying's words were unpleasant, Xiao Zhao quickly smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Mr. Yang, with such good qualities and a university degree, finding a girlfriend here should be quite easy, right?"

"Tch," Yang Ying scoffed again, "Good conditions? What conditions? A structural engineer earning eight thousand a month? That's ridiculous. Don't think the girls here are easy to fool. Why would they be with you if you're so stingy?"

Lin Bing frowned: "You can't say that. Xiao Yang looks quite handsome now."

"Tch," Yang Ying scoffed for the third time, "Pretty handsome? What do you mean 'pretty handsome'? Why don't you take a look in the mirror? A man who looks like a pretty face can be called handsome?!"

Lin Bing and Xiao Zhao were both stunned, unable to understand how Yang Ying could be so aggressive.

Looking at Yang Jiulang again, he tilted his head back and finished his drink, then sneered, "Architect Yang is right. How could anyone be interested in a loser like me?"

After saying that, she lowered her head, secretly took out her phone, and sent a message to the group chat with Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin: "[Emergency! Your husbands are being bullied by a female colleague. She insulted me, saying no one likes me. Come quickly, pretend you don't know me, and fall in love with me at first sight...the place where we first ate barbecue.]"