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

The factory is not far away, just at the foot of the mountain where Yang Jiulang bought his small villa, about a ten-minute walk away.

It was an old industrial factory, in a good location, at the intersection of two narrow roads.

Because it was located next to an old residential area, the factory was shut down and relocated after the planning was reorganized, leaving behind this dilapidated factory building.

As for who the original owner is and what they do, only the system knows.

Anyway, it now belongs to Yang Jiulang.

The two stood in front of the rusty iron gate, looking at the layers of worn-out little GG stickers pasted on it.

Zhou Wanqiu looked at the scumbag beside her in confusion: "Yang Jiulang, why did you bring me here?"

"Let me see," Yang Jiulang replied, sounding unsure of himself.

The door wasn't locked; it was ajar.

Yang Jiulang reached out and pushed open the iron gate with force, his hand getting covered in a mixture of rainwater and iron filings.

crunch--

A sense of desolation wafted through the courtyard.

Zhou Wanqiu covered her nose and followed Yang Jiulang inside.

First, there's a large courtyard, roughly the size of two basketball courts.

Although the ground was made of cement, it had fallen into disrepair over the years, riddled with potholes and overgrown with weeds. In one corner of the yard, there were some abandoned iron frames and wooden pallets, long since rotten from exposure to the wind and sun.

The factory building is a large two-story frame structure, occupying an area roughly the same size as the yard. The beams, slabs, and columns are all designed according to the factory's load-bearing capacity, so the cross-sections of the beams and columns are quite large.

As a structural designer, Yang Jiulang felt that the structure was solid and reliable.

The first floor is a large, open-air space with a ceiling height of about five meters.

The second floor is a house enclosed by red bricks, the interior layout is unclear, and most of the windows are broken.

The wind howled as it rushed through the broken window.

"This place..." Zhou Wanqiu looked around. It was desolate and gloomy, overgrown with weeds. She frowned in disgust and fear. "Yang Jiulang, what do you want to do?"

Yang Jiulang glanced at Zhou Wanqiu and smiled wickedly.

Zhou Wanqiu's heart tightened, thinking to herself, "No way, even if this guy wants to find excitement, he doesn't need to do it in this godforsaken place!"

"Yang Jiulang," Zhou Wanqiu said, tugging at his sleeve, "If you want to do it, can't we do it at home?"

"Sis, besides thinking about messing with me, do you have any other thoughts on your mind all day?"

As he spoke, he walked to the center of the courtyard and looked around.

A large courtyard.

A large factory building.

The surrounding area consists of old residential buildings, inhabited either by locals who cannot afford to buy new homes or by migrant workers who rent rooms in factory dormitories because they find it inconvenient to live there.

Who is inconvenient to stay in dormitories? Couples and people with families.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

kindergarten!

"Tingting," Yang Jiulang asked excitedly in his heart, "Am I right?"

[Ding! Cluck cluck cluck~]

Yang Jiulang slapped his thigh and then his forehead, muttering, "Damn it, Teacher Han, you were squatting so hard in the car, but you didn't realize you'd created a kindergarten for your daughter! Haha~"

Looking back at Zhou Wanqiu, who looked completely bewildered—oh no, this is Principal Zhou, who has always been worried about not finding a job but is also loving and patient with children—he chuckled.

Yang Jiulang couldn't help but hold up two index fingers and gesture in front of him: "Perfect."

Zhou Wanqiu looked at the ghost possessing her and trembled with fear: "Yang Jiu-lang, let's go back!"

"Go back?" Yang Jiulang shook his head: "No, no, no, sister, you are the queen here from now on."

Zhou Wanqiu let out a wail and turned to run away.

"Stop right there, Director Zhou!" Yang Jiulang roared.

Zhou Wanqiu's legs suddenly became unresponsive, and she could not move.

She turned around and saw Yang Jiulang staring at her as he walked towards her step by step.

Zhou Wanqiu's eyes were filled with despair as she pleaded repeatedly, "Jiulang, Jiulang, please, please don't hurt me. I'll let you do it, I'll let you do it right now."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his jeans.

This time, Yang Jiulang was startled. He quickly covered his eyes and shouted, "Principal Zhou, you're a teacher! Please have some self-respect and pull up your pants!"

Zhou Wanqiu was completely bewildered, trembling as she pulled up her pants: "Jiulang, what are you going to do? Don't scare me like that, okay?"

"Sis," Yang Jiulang said, gesturing and looking around, "we could build a kindergarten here!"

Zhou Wanqiu was stunned: "What kindergarten?"

Yang Jiulang excitedly pointed to the courtyard: "Sister, look at this courtyard, the large open space on the first floor, the rooms on the second floor, the area, the ceiling height—if we renovate it, can we build a kindergarten? A kindergarten with even better conditions than a regular kindergarten?"

Zhou Wanqiu finally calmed down. Listening to Yang Jiulang's explanation, her mood gradually improved, and she couldn't help but nod: "Indeed, half of this yard could easily be used to build a sports field, and there would still be some land left to grow plants; this elevated floor can be made into a sunshade and rain shelter activity space, and upstairs, it would be enough to make classrooms and offices, and there's also..."

Zhou Wanqiu suddenly stopped, her eyes fixed on Yang Jiulang, her chest heaving violently: "Yang Jiulang, what did you just say? We? Turn it into a kindergarten?"

Yang Jiulang nodded and grinned. This silly older sister had finally grasped the key point.

Zhou Wanqiu's mouth immediately opened into a small "o".

In a panic, she asked, "But, Hisarou, whose house is this?"

"Sister, I've already bought this place. It's mine now," Yang Jiulang said loudly.

Zhou Wanqiu stared at Yang Jiulang with her mouth agape in astonishment.

His eyes were full of seriousness.

She believed it. She knew she shouldn't be surprised by anything this man did, and she was more than willing to believe the news.

"Sister," Yang Jiulang saw Zhou Wanqiu with her mouth open but not speaking, so he walked over and grabbed her shoulders: "Sister, we'll build this kindergarten together. It will be yours from now on. You'll be the principal here, the queen here."

Zhou Wanqiu's eyes reddened, and she shook her head frantically: "No, no, no, Jiulang, why should I? I'm not worthy."

Yang Jiulang stared into Zhou Wanqiu's eyes and said softly, "Sister, when you were anxious about finding a job before, I said that God would arrange the most suitable opportunity for you. Sister, I've been observing you for several days now. You take such good care of Xinxin and are so patient with her. Xinxin is such a shy child, but she became attached to you after just a few days. Sister, I believe you can do it because you love children."

Zhou Wanqiu's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"But..." Zhou Wanqiu bit her lip, "I don't have any money, how can I afford to open a kindergarten?"

Yang Jiulang patted his chest smugly and said proudly, "Sis, with your little brother here, you know I earn almost 500,000 a year. Besides, what do I do? I'm a top designer. I can design this kindergarten all by myself."

Zhou Wanqiu chuckled as she watched Yang Jiulang smugly act as both brother and sister, but tears streamed down her face at the same time.

【Ding. 】

A sweet, coquettish voice rang out.

Zhou Wanqiu's favorability score increased by 15, currently at 80 points.

Yang Jiulang's heart fluttered, and he quickly pulled her into his arms, wiping away her tears with his large hands.

In Yang Jiulang's arms, Zhou Wanqiu cried and laughed, feeling happy and moved, feeling loved and wanting to love.

She couldn't help but move her rosy lips and whispered, "Kuro, do me, right now, right here..."