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

Yang Jiulang voiced the question that had been on his mind.

"Sis, why did you come to my bed that day and seduce me?"

Zhou Wanqiu fell silent.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the corner of the table. She stared blankly at Yang Jiulang's back, saying nothing.

There was an old flashlight between them.

"It has nothing to do with you." Zhou Wanqiu was stunned for a long time, then slowly shook her head, hesitant to speak.

"No, no, no," Yang Jiulang turned around, "Sister, in a sense, I'm also a victim."

Zhou Wanqiu sneered and lit another cigarette.

Yang Jiulang sat back down on the stool.

"That day," Zhou Wanqiu finally spoke, "I received a breakup message from Brother Tai."

"Tagore?" Yang Jiulang squinted at Zhou Wanqiu.

Her expression was obscured by the swirling smoke, but one could sense the suppressed sorrow within.

"Brother Tai, his name is Yuan Tai, he's my boyfriend, my ex."

"We dated for over two years," Zhou Wanqiu said, her hand holding the cigarette trembling slightly. "We were about to get married when he started dating my best friend. He apologized and transferred 50,000 yuan to me."

She laughed, a laugh more grating than a cry: "Fifty thousand yuan, three years of youth, isn't that cheap?"

Yang Jiulang nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, sister, that's not what I meant."

Zhou Wanqiu didn't care and smiled sadly: "You know what's even more ironic is that I accepted that 50,000 yuan."

Yang Jiulang was stunned.

"I need money," Zhou Wanqiu looked around. "You've seen the kind of life I'm living."

Yang Jiulang felt very depressed and took a long breath to make himself feel better.

"Yang Jiulang," Zhou Wanqiu stared intently at him, "you blame me for making those two waitresses and sleep in clubs, but do you know what? I fucking waited tables for three years." Zhou Wanqiu shook her head, "We're not like you. You have education and good jobs, we can only rely on ourselves. Ha, my family still thinks I'm doing very well in the city!"

Yang Jiulang felt a tightness in his chest.

"Sister, I'm sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have said that to you."

Zhou Wanqiu didn't say anything, she just smoked.

"I rushed over here excitedly to confront them, but I never expected to be such a laughing stock," Yang Jiulang said, pouting. "Sister, I was wrong, please don't hate me."

Zhou Wanqiu glanced at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Hate? Over the years, I haven't hated anyone. Life is hard enough already; to keep hating others is just making myself miserable, isn't it?"

"When I received Yuan Tai's message, I panicked, but I didn't want those two girls to see my defeat, so," Zhou Wanqiu smiled apologetically, "I sacrificed you. I'm sorry."

Yang Jiulang shook his head: "It's alright."

She stubbed out her cigarette, stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to him: "Yang Jiulang, to be honest, I really want to take care of Qinqin and Xiaoli and be a sister they can rely on. But I'm struggling to make ends meet. You know how I work at the club; it doesn't sound good, but I have to survive. I'm very grateful that you can help me take care of them."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of them." Yang Jiulang stood up.

Zhou Wanqiu nodded: "I believe you."

After a moment of silence, she suddenly turned around and looked at him: "Yang Jiulang, you probably won't be coming again, will you?"

Yang Jiulang was taken aback: "Why do you say that?"

"The misunderstanding is all cleared up, why are you still here?" Zhou Wanqiu smiled, a smile tinged with sadness and relief. "But before you leave, could you do one more thing for me?"

"What is it?"

Zhou Wanqiu walked up to him, looked up at him, and had an indescribable emotion in her eyes: "Do it to me again."

Yang Jiulang's eyes widened, thinking he had misheard.

Zhou Wanqiu gave a bitter smile: "After what happened with you last time, I've basically forgotten about Yuan Tai. I think I should forget him completely."

Yang Jiulang stood there, his mind blank.

He looked at the woman in front of him.

She was no longer the kind of person he thought she was; she was just an ordinary person, battered and bruised by life, yet still trying to live.

Sometimes, in order to survive, she would resort to what seemed like an unreasonable but extreme and only possible solution.

Drinking poison to quench thirst!

"Sister," Yang Jiulang looked at the small bed behind her and shook his head, "I'm willing."

Zhou Wanqiu let out a long sigh, her frail body swaying precariously.

Yang Jiulang stepped forward and hugged her. "Sister, I...I'm sorry about last time."

Zhou Wanqiu said softly, "I don't blame you."

This time, there was no anger, no humiliation, only two lonely people...

Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of the urban village gradually faded away, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

In bed, gentle and restrained, the two truly reconciled at that moment.

.......

Yang Jiulang lay on his back on the bed, not wanting to open his eyes.

Zhou Wanqiu nestled in his arms, unwilling to get up.

"Sis, have you forgotten him?"

"Yeah, you forgot about it the moment you hugged me."

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath: "Then it wasn't all for nothing."

Zhou Wanqiu pursed her lips, wondering to herself, "This guy, who looked like a pathetic weakling last time, how come he's become so charming now?"

Has my aesthetic sense declined? Or is it a side effect of sex?

【Ding! 】

Zhou Wanqiu's favorability +20, current: 40

Wow, impressive! He scored another 20 points in one go. Yang Jiulang couldn't help but give himself a mental thumbs up.

Even if you're reluctant to part with them, there's no reason left to keep them here or to keep people here.

Zhou Wanqiu put on a coat and saw Yang Jiulang downstairs.

Once outside on the main road, the night wind, carrying the chill of early winter, swept over us.

"Sister, I'll drop you off here." Yang Jiulang looked left and right, waiting for a taxi.

Zhou Wanqiu didn't respond, but simply stood beside him, waiting with him.

Just then, two people walked across the street.

The man was in his early thirties, wearing a well-tailored dark coat with a glimpse of an exquisite watch peeking out from the cuff. Every step he took exuded an aura of "I can talk to anyone on this street." He tilted his head, talking to the woman beside him, a seemingly appropriate but actually barely concealed smug smile playing on his lips.

The woman wore a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure, and high heels; her gait was deliberately flamboyant. Her arm was linked with the man's, and she was practically pressed against him.

Zhou Wanqiu froze for a moment, then quickly moved behind Yang Jiulang and turned her face away.

But they still saw her.

The man's gaze swept over Zhou Wanqiu, like it swept over a street lamp or a roadside tree; he saw her, but left nothing behind.

The woman gave him a victorious smile and squeezed the man even tighter.

I walked to the silver BMW X5 parked by the roadside and got in.

The car door closed. The engine started.

As the car passed Yang Jiulang and Zhou Wanqiu, the window slowly rolled down, revealing the woman's fake chin sticking out like a tumor.

Yang Jiulang hated rich people the most, and he cursed at the taillights of the car: "What are you showing off for?!"