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

Yang Jiulang suddenly went berserk.

They crippled four thugs and also stunned Han Jun and the others.

Yang Jiulang looked at the four thugs rolling on the ground, and his mind went blank.

【Ding! 】

[The "Know Your Enemy" invincible intelligence system has discovered that the mastermind behind this surprise attack is Takashi Akira, Han Jun's husband.]

This time, Yang Jiulang was completely bewildered.

Holy crap, what's going on? Coach Han Jun's husband has come to intercept his wife and student.

What's the plot? Is it a movie?

At this moment, Han Jun also came to his senses.

She immediately pulled out her phone, ready to dial the police: "I'm calling the police right now!"

Yang Jiulang reached out and gently pressed her wrist.

"Teacher Han, please don't call the police."

"Why? This is clearly a deliberate act of blocking the way and malicious competition," Han Jun said, puzzled.

Yang Jiulang shook his head, glanced back at the two people sitting obediently in the car, and said in a low voice, "These four people were sent by Gao Shizhao."

Han Jun's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he swayed, almost losing his balance.

She couldn't believe that her husband was really going to ruin her job.

Han Jun stared at Yang Jiulang with a puzzled look: "How do you know? I don't believe you."

Yang Jiulang took a step forward, stepped on the severed hand of one of the thugs, and shoved it into the ground. He said coldly, "Tell me, who sent you? I'll only ask you once."

The thug, in pain with tears streaming down his face, stammered, "It was...it was Brother Zhao. He told us to stop the car so you wouldn't be able to take the exam..."

Yang Jiulang stomped on it for a while before loosening his grip.

Han Jun's eyes instantly reddened, but she forced herself not to cry. She glanced at Yang Jiulang and returned to the car without saying a word.

They arrived at the examination hall in silence.

Yang Jiulang remained calm and composed, completing all five exams in one go with ease and achieving a perfect score on his first try.

Both students in the same car also passed successfully.

On the way back, the two students in the back row were very excited and were no longer as awkward as they had been on the way there. After whispering to each other, they got off the bus early in front of a budget hotel, saying they were going to get something to eat.

Only Yang Jiulang and Han Jun remained in the car.

"Let's find a place to get something to eat, it's on me," Han Jun said first, his voice a little hoarse.

Yang Jiulang knew she had something to say, so he nodded.

Both of them were from the north, so they found an authentic northern-style noodle shop nearby. After sitting down, Han Jun suddenly looked up at him:

"Yang Jiulang, why don't you ask me?"

"What do you want to ask?" Yang Jiulang asked while pouring water for the teacher.

"Ask him why he treated me like this, why he stopped us from taking the exam." Han Jun's eyes reddened.

Yang Jiulang put down his chopsticks, smiled faintly, and said in a calm tone, "Teacher Han, if you want to talk, I'll listen; if you don't want to talk, I'll pretend nothing happened."

Han Jun remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly, his voice filled with long-suppressed grievances and anger:

"He is a local, but I married into his family from afar and live in his old house. My mother-in-law has always looked down on me, her daughter-in-law from out of town, and has been making things difficult for me, insulting me, and giving me attitude every day."

"He's out there hustling, cheating, extorting, fighting, and doing everything from drinking and gambling to whoring. At home..." Han Jun turned her head away, her eyelashes trembling, trying hard to control her tears.

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat. He stared at Han Jun's slightly flushed cheeks and neck, and asked cautiously, "Did he hit you?"

"And Xin Xin, our daughter who just turned three."

Two strings of tears finally slid down her cheeks.

She quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand.

Yang Jiulang's anger flared up instantly.

He hates domestic abusers the most, especially trash who beat women and children.

But he didn't know how to comfort the woman, so he quietly stayed with her until she calmed down, then softly asked, "If that's the case, why don't you get a divorce? You have a job, you won't starve."

People who have never been married might assume that divorce is as simple as quitting a job.

"It's not like I haven't mentioned it before, but every time I get a beating in return..." Han Jun shook his head, feeling a sharp pain in his buttocks.

"As long as he's alive, he'll find ways to deal with me," Han Jun sighed. "Sometimes I really want to die with him, but I can't bear to leave my daughter behind..."

The fragrant bowl of wide noodles has arrived.

Yang Jiulang took a pair of chopsticks, wiped them dry with a tissue, and handed them to Han Jun: "Let's eat first, Teacher Han. You're a good person, you'll be rewarded."

"Thank you." Han Jun tied her hair up, bent down, and began to eat her noodles...

Yang Jiulang returned home dejectedly.

Hou Qinqin went to learn nail art.

Zhou Wanqiu went out to look for a job.

Only Lee Hyori remained, quietly waiting for her man to return.

Yang Jiulang opened the door and entered the house.

Lee Hyori quickly stood up from the mat and went to greet him: "Honey, how did it go? Did the exam go well...?"

Suddenly, he noticed that Yang Jiulang was in a bad mood and gently comforted him, "It's okay, honey. If you don't pass this time, you can try again next time."

Yang Jiulang forced a smile, stepped forward and hugged Lee Hyori: "Hyori, the test was very easy, I passed."

Lee Hyori breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped her arms around his waist: "Honey, you seem a little unhappy. What's wrong?"

Yang Jiulang hugged Lee Hyori and spun her around in the living room while recounting what happened with Teacher Han Jun.

After hearing this, Lee Hyori was so angry that she exhaled sharply and said fiercely, "Damn it, I really want to go and beat up her husband."

Yang Jiulang moved his upper body away from Lee Hyori, cupped her slender face in his hands, and smiled, "Hyori, I think the same thing as you."

Lee Hyori smiled and said, "Honey, do you know where her husband is?"

Yang Jiulang secretly activated the [Know the Enemy] skill, locking onto the location of Gao Shizhao's gang's hideout: a secluded house in an urban village.

He nodded: "I know."

"Let's go, let's go and beat him up," Lee Hyori said fiercely.

"Wait, wait, wait," Yang Jiulang stammered, hugging Lee Hyori tightly. "After hugging her for a while, I, I..."

Lee Hyori blushed slightly. After hugging him for so long, she felt the same way. She lowered her head and said softly, "Then, then, let's hurry up."

"Alright!"

The two carried each other as they moved towards the bedroom...

An hour later, the two cleaned themselves up, dressed neatly, and took a taxi straight to their destination.

The taxi stopped next to a dilapidated house.

The moment the car door popped open, a man and a woman got out.

The boy was over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a short gray trench coat, with a fair and handsome face, sharp eyes under his tousled hair, and a jawline as sharp as a knife.

The girl was slightly shorter than him, but her legs were incredibly long. Her red ponytail looked like a burning flame, and her dark eyes shone brightly. Her abs were faintly visible under her tight-fitting, cropped hoodie.

The two stood quietly in the middle of the road, the wind whipping the man's clothes and the woman's hair in the same direction.

"Pay up!" the taxi driver shouted at the two men as he rolled down his window.

"Oh, oh, oh." Yang Jiulang quickly took out his phone and paid the fare.

Lee Hyori pursed her lips, trying not to laugh out loud. This guy had been telling her all the way here just so he could pose for a photo when he got off the car.

Sigh~ You're such a childish big boy, I love you to death.

Yang Jiulang coughed awkwardly and pointed to the storefront on the ground floor of the dilapidated house in front of him, saying, "This is it."