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

Yang Jiulang was stunned.

The visitor turned out to be Gu Lina.

The woman who caught Yang Jiulang's eye just a few days ago when he went to the train station to pick up Zhang Yahan was the stunningly beautiful Gu Lina.

At this moment, she had already stood up and was smiling at Yang Jiulang, her smile as gentle as the spring sunshine.

Today she wore a hazy blue fitted long dress, her waist was incredibly thin, and a section of her fair and smooth calves was exposed under the hem of the dress. She wore a pair of off-white strappy sandals, and her toenails were painted with light cherry blossom nail polish, each one round like a seashell.

Looking at that face again, my heart stopped beating.

Compared to the weariness that was hard to hide from the long journey a few days ago, this time it was obviously much more refined.

Without exaggeration, this was the most beautiful face he had ever seen in real life. It was more alluring than Even's cold and noble appearance, more charming than Zhou Wanqiu's supermodel bone structure, more captivating than Lee Hyori's heroic spirit, and much more suitable than Hou Qinqin's snow.

Each feature is exquisitely detailed on its own, yet they don't look out of place when put together, as if God used the finest brush to draw them out bit by bit.

Especially her eyes, which weren't big, but had slightly upturned corners and thick, curled eyelashes. When she looked at people, it was as if she had little hooks in her eyes, capable of pulling a person's soul out of their body.

"Gu Lina." Yang Jiulang snapped out of his daze, a smile spreading across his face, as warm as a June fire: "Oh my, what brings you here?"

Gu Lina smiled, her eyes glancing at him with a flicker of light. "Mr. Yang, am I disturbing you?"

"Don't say 'please,' welcome, welcome, a warm welcome." Yang Jiulang placed the lunch he was carrying on the reception desk, but his gaze lingered on Gu Lina's face for a few more seconds.

She wore light makeup today, with a moist peach pink lip color. When she smiled, there was a very shallow dimple at the corner of her mouth, faintly visible, like it held honey or wine.

Zhang Yahan rolled her eyes as she watched: "Yang Jiulang, can you please stop embarrassing me?"

Yang Jiulang then wiped his mouth and said, "Hungry? Hungry, aren't you? Come on, come on, let's eat!

"Idiot." Zhang Yahan spat, then turned to Gu Lina and said, "Don't pay any attention to him. He's gone astray in Dongguan and keeps talking nonsense."

Gu Lina chuckled softly, "Mr. Yang, I also brought some ingredients to make pancakes. I wonder if you like noodles?"

"Don't worry, he'll definitely like it." Zhang Yahan pulled Gu Lina along, and the two walked into the open kitchen together.

The two had already prepared half a basin of batter.

Gu Lina tore open the membrane, poked it with chopsticks, whispered "It's ready," and then bent down to start stirring.

Her wrists were slender, and her movements as she stirred the batter were neither hurried nor slow, each movement carrying an indescribable charm.

Zhang Yahan washed the frying pan clean, plugged it in, and poured in oil.

Yang Jiulang leaned over and lay down opposite the control panel, pretending to watch Zhang Yahan operate the equipment, but his eyes were always glued to Gu Lina.

Gu Lina poured the batter into the frying pan, and the bottom of the pan sizzled.

Yang Jiulang stared at the swaying waist beneath the long dress and couldn't help but exclaim, "Art, it's simply art!"

Gu Lina smiled and said, "No, that's how the older generation always did it!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Yang Jiulang immediately replied, "You're right. The skill of making these pancakes is almost lost. It's rare to find a young girl as young as you who knows how to do it."

Gu Lina covered her mouth and chuckled, "Mr. Yang is joking."

I'm telling the truth.

"It's really not a pancake," Gu Lina couldn't help but laugh, "This is called a Luomo."

"Oh." Yang Jiulang scratched his head.

Zhang Yahan, who had been watching coldly from the side, suddenly burst out laughing, then pointed at Yang Jiulang and cursed, "You pighead, you'd better go wait over there, or your face will get swollen."

Yang Jiulang covered his face: "No need, I'm not tired. I just love watching other people cook, it's art!"

Zhang Yahan rolled her eyes at him and let him be.

"Mr. Yang," Gu Lina gently reminded him, "then be careful of the oil splattering on your face."

It splashed onto his face. Upon hearing these four words, Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but look up at Gu Lina's beautiful, delicate face, then at the white marble island counter.

Unconsciously, my mind wandered into wild thoughts.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang?" Gu Lina called out twice.

Yang Jiulang then came to his senses, licked his lips, and said, "Miss Gu, just call me Yang Jiulang. Mr. Yang sounds like you're calling my old man."

Gu Lina smiled again, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

Zhang Yahan stomped her feet angrily, saying, "Lina, don't be fooled by him. This guy isn't the same as the one who pretended to be honest when we were kids."

"Oh?" Gu Lina tilted her head, looking at Yang Jiulang with a half-smile. "You used to pretend to be honest when you were little?"

"Well, if I don't pretend, I'll get scolded. So I'll just pretend. Anyway, parents and teachers like it." Yang Jiulang said without batting an eye.

Gu Lina laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

The steamed buns in the pot had started to bubble. Gu Lina gently scooped them up, turned her wrist, and flipped them over.

Yang Jiulang stared intently, unable to look away, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Beautiful!"

"No, I just used to make it a lot when I was little." Gu Lina looked down at the bottom of the pot intently, her profile silhouetted beautifully in the light streaming in from the window. "My mom loves it, so I learned to make it."

Yang Jiulang's heart fluttered again.

Gu Lina spoke in a very calm tone, but the gentleness that she revealed unintentionally was more moving than any deliberate flirting.

Zhang Yahan stood to the side with her hands on her hips, glancing at Gu Lina and then at Yang Jiulang, and suddenly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

"Yang Jiulang, come and help me get my things," Zhang Yahan said as she walked into the courtyard.

Yang Jiulang frowned, gestured to Gu Lina, and followed her out.

"Yang Jiulang," Zhang Yahan blurted out as soon as Yang Jiulang stepped out, "You wouldn't happen to have feelings for Lina, would you?"

Yang Jiulang glanced at her sideways: "Is it that obvious?"

Zhang Yahan gasped, "Have you no shame?"

"So what?" Yang Jiulang said matter-of-factly. "A beautiful lady is sought after by a gentleman. I'm unmarried and she's single. It's all legal and compliant!"

"You..." Zhang Yahan was speechless. "Do you even know the person before you're talking about marriage!"

"Aren't we getting to know each other right now?" Yang Jiulang was speechless. "Wait, Zhang Yahan, what's wrong with you? Why are you reacting so strongly? You, you, aren't you jealous?"

Zhang Yahan was stunned, then laughed, and shook her head angrily: "Yang Jiulang, you really should take a good look in the mirror. Let me be blunt, you're not good enough for her. If you want to pursue her, go ahead, I don't care. Just don't come crying to me if you suffer the consequences."

After saying that, he threw a sullen thud at Yang Jiulang's backside and left.

Yang Jiulang watched Zhang Yahan leave and shook his head helplessly.

That's why he didn't dare take her to the old villa. This girl grew up in the land of Confucius and Mencius, and if she saw all her older and younger sisters, especially the duty roster...

She could turn Confucius upside down.

Yang Jiulang took out a cigarette, lit it, and sat down in the courtyard, mentally planning which room Gu Lina would stay in.