A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

As Gu Feng walked out of the hospital, he felt a long-lost sense of ease and comfort.

But this sense of exhilaration didn't come from regaining face, nor from severely diminishing Zhou Guodong's prestige—it came from the fact that a life that was on the verge of extinction had been brought back to life in his hands.

Murder can be pleasurable, but behind that pleasure lies a heavy burden of sin.

You'll break out in a cold sweat when you wake up in the middle of the night.

Saving people is a moving experience, but at the end of that feeling is a deep sense of peace.

Even without a pillow at night, I can sleep soundly.

Gu Feng never dared to call himself a saint; sometimes, when faced with money and beauty, he even felt like a villain.

In the past, all he wanted was to stay with Su Man'er forever, grow old together, and live a loving and devoted life.

In fact, he has always been working hard in this regard.

But when Ding Hanhan, Peng Liangpei, Chu Xinran and other girls appeared one after another, like flies swarming around salted fish, he not only didn't have the ability to resist, but seemed to be blinded by the flies' gorgeous coats, letting them prick him, and even if they didn't prick him, he would force them to prick him.

When he first arrived here from that era of constant warfare and turmoil, his thoughts were simple: two meals a day and a place to sleep at night, so that he would no longer be homeless and displaced as before.

But water flows downhill, and people strive for higher positions. When money and benefits were presented to him time and time again, he didn't hesitate to pocket them all.

However, to use petty people to judge himself is perhaps a bit too self-deprecating.

He's just an ordinary person at best.

Who among us mortals is without emotions, desires, and obsessions?

Moreover, he has many good qualities: he loves to eat, but isn't lazy; he enjoys wine, but isn't a heavy drinker; he's attracted to women, but isn't vulgar; he likes new things, but doesn't tire of the old; he loves money, but acquires it ethically... Although there are only a few dozen of these qualities, Gu Feng can't be considered a bad-natured good man.

However, no matter what others say, whether they call him a villain or a bad person, even if they call him an animal, Gu Feng will not take it to heart.

If you want to walk a brilliant path, you have to be prepared to be given advice by idiots.

Right now, he was whistling off-key while strolling slowly, all the while harboring his own little man's thoughts.

He occasionally received some strange looks from those around him, but he remained content and happy.

He wanted to tell those people: I was just in a good mood occasionally, not a good-for-nothing.

But—what exactly are they looking at?

The further Gu Feng walked, the more uneasy he felt. There were more and more strange looks around him, and everyone was staring at him as if he were an alien monster, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Even the most charismatic official like Gu was not used to being treated like a clown. He couldn't help but lower his head and examine himself from head to toe—his clothes were neatly arranged, his zipper was zipped up tightly, and he did not appear to be exposing himself in public.

But why do passersby look at him with a mixture of amusement and disbelief?

He listened intently and then realized that there seemed to be movement behind him.

Turning around abruptly, he saw the Ding family's iconic Bentley following leisurely behind.

The driver was not the hardworking Abu, but the wealthy heiress Ding Hanhan.

She had a half-smile on her face, an ambiguous expression, and was staring straight at him—or rather, at his buttocks.

It was only at this moment that Ding Hanhan realized that men also have their own unique physical beauty.

His firm buttocks, which weren't as perky as a woman's, combined with his well-proportioned yet not thin figure, gave him an alluring quality that made it hard for her to look away when he walked.

It was quite obvious that Miss Ding had been following him for quite some time.

Gu Feng was puzzled: at this critical moment, why was Ding Hanhan not staying at the hospital to take care of her family, but instead following him like a dog that had seen a meat bun?

Gu Feng stopped, and Ding Hanhan stopped as well, pointing to the passenger seat next to him, indicating that he should get in the car.

After her gesture, Gu Feng suddenly remembered that he had originally planned to go home, but he seemed to have forgotten himself in his smugness—how long would it take to walk back like this? What's more, as a not-so-honorable directionally challenged person, he still hadn't figured out the way back from the hospital to Portland Street.

So he gladly stepped forward, opened the car door, and got in.

"Why did you leave without saying a word?" Ding Hanhan asked bluntly as soon as Gu Feng got into the car.

"Huh? Wasn't the surgery over? Your dad should be out of danger. What about me?" Gu Feng asked back.

"He's none of your business, but I am," Ding Hanhan said, looking at him with a strange expression.

"Oh? What's wrong with you again..." Gu Feng was speaking carelessly when he suddenly noticed Ding Hanhan's face cooling down again, and quickly changed his tune, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"I feel uncomfortable all over." Ding Hanhan's words had a hidden meaning.

Gu Feng carefully examined her strange gaze and finally understood what it meant—it wasn't strange, it was clearly ambiguous, and even had a deadly allure.

He blurted out without thinking, "Then you definitely need to be taught a lesson."

"What did you say?" Ding Hanhan's voice immediately became shrill.

"Uh—I, I didn't say anything!" Gu Feng's eyes darted around, glancing left and right, his gaze inadvertently landing on the digital watch in front of him. It was almost eleven o'clock, and Su Man'er must be extremely worried that he hadn't gone home yet.

He sighed. "Take me back."

"Okay," Ding Hanhan replied and started the car.

"Why aren't you at the hospital with your dad and uncle?" Gu Feng finally couldn't help but ask.

"They're all in the ICU, it's full of nurses and doctors, family members can't get in at all. There's a bunch of older and younger guys outside, I wouldn't be able to do anything there. Besides, Dean Peng has assured us that my dad and my uncle will receive the best care." Ding Hanhan said, then suddenly smiled, her voice lowering, "Actually... it's because Grandpa knows you saved my dad's life, he specifically asked me to come find you."

"Oh." Gu Feng suddenly realized.

After answering this question, Ding Hanhan fell silent.

She turned on the stereo, and the music flowing through the car was still the same "Bandari" that could calm people down, relax them, and make them willingly immerse themselves in it.

The atmosphere was both extremely harmonious and extremely ambiguous.

Luxury cars, beautiful women, and this beautiful, melodious music made Gu Feng involuntarily close his eyes, completely captivated.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped.

Gu Feng thought they had arrived at Bolan Street, so he opened his eyes and prepared to get off the bus.

But when he looked up, he was startled – this was not the bustling and noisy Portland Street at all, but a deep and dark desolate wilderness.

"Weren't you supposed to be taking me home? How did you end up here?" Gu Feng was momentarily stunned.

"Idiot, what did you say we came here for?" Ding Hanhan gave him a charming and seductive look.

Ever since that night when she missed her chance but had already had a brief encounter, and after the assassination attempt in the alley today that made her realize the truth, she made up her mind to make that brief encounter with Gu Feng a real one.

However, due to her girlish shyness and reserve, she passively waited for him to make his move.

But fate keeps playing tricks on us, always throwing an obstacle in at crucial moments.

Sometimes a woman's mind is so contradictory—she may be absolutely certain in her heart, but she will refuse to admit it and will even say the opposite of what she means.

Many relationships in this world are missed in this way. By the time both parties realize it, the relationship has already vanished without a trace.

Right now, it's dark and windy.

Favorable timing, advantageous location, and harmonious relationships.

Ding Hanhan didn't want things to drag on any longer, nor did she want to make another mistake. So, she steeled herself and lured Gu Feng to this desolate place, determined to see things through to the end.

"Still don't understand?" Seeing that Gu Feng still looked bewildered, Miss Ding bit her lip and gently tapped his forehead.

Instantly, Gu Feng understood everything.

The lust that had been gradually extinguished was easily rekindled by her, and he reached out to pull her into his arms.

Ding Hanhan twisted and struggled, forcefully pushing him away.

"You...you didn't mean to..." Gu Feng felt a pang of disappointment. Had he really misunderstood?

Ding Hanhan's cheeks burned, but her hands reached for his waist without hesitation...

Gu Feng was still unable to react.

It turned out that he had not misunderstood; it was just that Miss Ding preferred to be proactive rather than passive.

He simply shrugged, ready to let her take the initiative.

Unexpectedly, her hands reached out not to pull his belt, but to his pockets, pulling out his phone along with her own. She deftly removed the batteries from both phones before looking up and chuckling seductively, "I don't want to be bothered by anyone else."

"Uh." Gu Feng suddenly realized, and was about to try again.

Ding Hanhan chuckled, deftly slipped away, and got out of the car.

Gu Feng glanced at the pitch-black environment outside and his heart skipped a beat. He opened his mouth to say, "Miss, there are a lot of mosquitoes outside. Can your delicate skin withstand the swarms?"

Before she could finish speaking, the back door opened with a click, and Ding Hanhan had already crouched down and crawled into the back seat, sitting there shyly and timidly, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Come to the back... it's more spacious."

Good heavens. Miss Ding was incredibly bold, unrestrained, and considerate tonight—to an astonishing degree.

Gu Feng was overjoyed and, without hesitation, pushed open the car door and climbed into the back seat.