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

Yang Jiulang picked up Fatty, and on the way back to the villa, after talking about women, they started talking about serious business.

The two started their conversation with Zhang Yahan.

After watching a few of Zhang Yahan's videos, Fatty asked Yang Jiulang to guess how much money she earned each month.

"Thirty?" Fatty guessed, looking at Yang Jiulang's three fingers.

Yang Jiulang shook his head.

"Three hundred?" Fatty guessed again, "That's impossible!"

"Three thousand!" Yang Jiulang exclaimed. "Don't you believe me? Just these ordinary videos, with Zhang Yahan appearing on screen, can earn three thousand a month, do you believe it or not?"

Fatty's eyes widened instantly. "No way, holy crap, if that's the case, I can do it too."

Yang Jiulang slapped his thigh: "That's right, you can do it, I can do it, let's do it together."

Fatty turned his head, his face showing confusion and a vague understanding.

Yang Jiulang turned the car onto the ring road and continued, "So, our startup project is to use your professional photography skills, my top-notch copywriting skills, and Zhang Yahan's top-notch looks. The three of us will join forces to create a top-tier travel blogger."

"Don't get excited," Fatty said calmly. "I certainly have professional photography skills, and even professional editing and video production abilities. But Yang Jiulang, where did you get your top-notch copywriting skills? And where did your top-notch looks come from?"

Fatty waved his phone in front of Yang Jiulang: "To put it bluntly, look at Zhang Yahan. She's not the same Zhang Yahan she used to be. Look at her now, she's dark and skinny. You can find tons of girls like her online."

Yang Jiulang smiled with satisfaction. The fact that Fatty was able to raise questions showed that he had thought about it and had gotten into character.

He hurriedly explained, "Don't worry about Zhang Yahan. She's already undergoing targeted training, and her looks will be back to normal soon. As for me, hehe, we'll see about that later."

Fatty pouted: "That's exactly what I'm afraid of. Every time we fought, you always ran away."

Yang Jiulang smiled sheepishly: "It's all in the past. I was young and ignorant back then, but I'm all grown up now."

Fatty scratched his chubby nose with his thumbnail, sighed, and said, "Fine, I won't ask anymore. Since I'm already here, I'll leave my lower body to you."

"Damn it, take care of your lower body."

"Hahahaha..."

The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the new villa.

After parking the car, Fatty craned his neck to look into the yard. "Wow, this is nice to live in?"

Fatty thought of his tiny rented room, felt sorry for himself for three seconds, and said confidently, "Now, you can't kick me out even if you try."

Yang Jiulang grinned and, through the half-open gate, saw Gu Lina strolling barefoot in the yard.

Her graceful figure cast an alluring silhouette in the interplay of sunlight and shadow.

Yang Jiulang proudly raised his chin: "Look, your sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law, you old man!" the fat man cursed. "I'm seven months older than you, so I'm your sister-in-law."

As Fatty spoke, his gaze drifted toward that alluring woman.

Suddenly, he frowned.

"Wait a minute," Fatty called out, grabbing Yang Jiulang's upturned buttocks and pulling him back to his seat.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jiulang turned around and saw Fatty staring intently at Gu Lina, unaware that his sunglasses had fallen off. His chubby nose looked like a frog's when he opened it, and his mouth was even trembling.

"Damn it," Yang Jiulang cursed in disgust, "How long has it been since you've seen a beautiful woman?"

Fatty ignored him, still staring intently at the courtyard. Finally, he slumped into his seat, his hand instinctively tugging at Yang Jiulang's arm: "No, don't speak, don't make a sound."

Yang Jiulang sensed something was wrong and frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

Fatty shakily put on the small sunglasses around his neck, trying hard to control his excitement. "Yang Jiulang, you mean, the one in the yard is your girlfriend?"

"Yes, your sister-in-law, are you all better now?"

"Damn it," Fatty suddenly cursed, "She, she, she, she's your sister-in-law, ugh, she's the swindler who cheated me out of 500,000 yuan, the guy who wanted to marry me."

Yang Jiulang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. "Get lost. Stop making fun of me. You're just jealous and envious. Don't worry, once we've succeeded, I'll find you a sister-in-law."

"Looking for your mother," the fat man said urgently, "I'm asking you, does she have dimples?"

Yang Jiulang's smile had faded somewhat, but he remained defiant: "Don't all beautiful women have dimples?"

"Does he have a mole between his eyebrows?"

Yang Jiulang's smile froze, neither fading nor dissipating.

"Does he know how to make Luomo (a type of steamed bun)?"

Yang Jiulang completely broke down, looking up at that beautiful figure, his mind filled with images of her.

Countless sweet words whispered; hands clasped, inhaled greedily; a tender embrace; and that gentle kiss...

"Huh?! Ahhh!!!! Ah..." Yang Jiulang suddenly felt nauseous, and his breakfast, which had long been digested into excrement, surged up in waves.

"Ugh~~~~" Yang Jiulang couldn't help but gag.

Seeing Yang Jiulang's reaction, Fatty's face suddenly turned horrified: "You, you didn't sleep with him, did you?! No, wouldn't you have found out if you slept with him? Then, you didn't kiss him, did you?!"

"Ugh~~~~~~~" Yang Jiulang's eyes welled up with tears. His face was ashen as he waved his hand and gritted his teeth, saying, "How could I possibly kiss her?"

"Oh," Fatty nodded, "That's right, he's a man, and he won't let you kiss him."

"Ugh~~~"

"So what's wrong with you? Why are you throwing up? Did you actually kiss her? Hug her? Embrace her? What did you do?" Fatty analyzed one by one.

Yang Jiulang suddenly banged on his horn: "Can't you shut your bird beak, you son of a bitch?"

Gu Lina, who was in the courtyard, heard the horn, turned around and saw the car, then waddled out.

When Fatty saw Gu Lina approaching, his expression froze instantly, and a gentle look appeared on his face. He couldn't help but think: She's become even more beautiful.

Then she slapped herself hard across the face, and with a "whoosh," slid off the seat, patting Yang Jiulang on the shoulder: "He's here, he's here! Stop vomiting! Tell me what to do?"

Yang Jiulang also looked up.

Gu Lina approached with a smile, walking gracefully like a willow leaf swaying gently, truly exuding charm.

Looking at that face now, humph, she's far inferior to my women. She's nowhere near Even's imposing elegance, not as striking as Zhou Wanqiu's supermodel aura, not as dashing as Lee Hyori, and certainly not as radiant as Qinqin's snowy beauty.

"You stinking woman, ugh, you stinking man, ugh, you dead man, you're dead."

Yang Jiulang instantly calmed down, and just as Gu Lina was about to walk to the car, Yang Jiulang said, "Wait for me in the car."

He quickly got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and in a split second, a bright and handsome smile appeared on his face. He confidently strode towards Gu Lina...