A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

It has to be said that Gu Feng's life is so good that it makes people envious.

Not only did he win the favor of Ding Hanhan, the ice beauty that no man could only look at from afar, dare to even dream of touching, and even deserve to worship with eyes full of admiration, but he also had Su Man'er by his side, a beautiful, virtuous, intelligent, and capable woman who could grace the living room, cook in the kitchen, and enter the bedroom.

Su Man'er didn't ask Gu Feng a single question about his absence that night, and didn't even show a hint of blame.

She simply offered a gentle "welcome home" smile before turning to prepare breakfast for him.

Looking at the figure quietly busy in the kitchen, Gu Feng felt a little ashamed when he thought of his absurd behavior last night.

But to say I felt ashamed was not necessarily true—back in the Liao Dynasty, having three wives and four concubines was quite common.

Those who were even wealthier had not just three or four wives and concubines, but practically a harem of wives and concubines, and would choose a concubine every night!

However, having been influenced by modern civilization for some time, Gu Feng was also perfectly aware that in this world, monogamy is the norm. To have two wives on one side and sleep together under the same covers is not only immoral, but also illegal.

He leaned awkwardly against the kitchen door, opening his mouth several times, only to swallow his words back each time.

He desperately wanted to confess honestly and try to get leniency. But he absolutely refused to utter a single word about what had happened with Ding Hanhan the night before.

He knew very well that no woman these days truly wanted to share her man with someone else.

He also wanted to make up a nice story to cover up the absurdity of last night, but when he looked at Su Man'er's shrewd and insightful appearance, he realized that his ability to make up stories was no match for her discerning eyes.

"Huh, what's wrong?" Su Man'er looked up while she was busy and saw Gu Feng standing blankly by the door, which surprised her.

"Sister, last night I..." Gu Feng's words caught in his throat, and he couldn't get them out.

He felt that deceiving his woman and spending the night with other women was equally unethical.

"Oh, I know about what happened last night." Su Man'er glanced at him, then lowered her head to continue her work.

Upon hearing this, Gu Feng's face turned deathly pale, and he felt a wave of unease wash over him. He stammered, "Sister, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's alright. You didn't come back all night because you were out doing something important. I understand." Su Man'er looked up and smiled at him.

Gu Feng's eyes widened in disbelief—wasn't his Sister Su being far too magnanimous? Spending the whole night fooling around with another woman was considered a proper thing to do? Then what kind of improper thing was there in this world?

His heart immediately began to pound: what exactly did she mean by those words?

Seeing his dazed expression, Su Man'er couldn't help but laugh again: "What, are you still trying to hide it from me? The advisor called last night. Something happened to the Ding family—Ding Lisheng and his brother were both shot. You're the one who performed the surgery on Ding Lisheng."

Gu Feng felt relieved and awkwardly replied, "Yes, yes."

"How is Ding Lisheng now? I heard from the clerk that he was shot," Su Man'er asked.

"His life is no longer in danger. However, whether he can recover to his former self depends on his own fate," Gu Feng said calmly.

"Oh, you must be exhausted after working all night. Go take a shower, breakfast is ready soon," Su Man'er urged considerately.

Gu Feng's face flushed bright red. He felt both ashamed and grateful, and he practically fled into the bathroom.

As soon as his figure disappeared, the smile on Su Man'er's face slowly faded, replaced by an unconcealable melancholy.

The moment Gu Feng entered the room, she caught a whiff of a scent on him. It wasn't the smell of disinfectant he brought back from the hospital, but a fragrant perfume.

She recognized the perfume—it was the one that vixen surnamed Ding always used.

Judging from the intensity of the perfume on Gu Feng, he and that vixen must have had a close and rather long intimate encounter.

If Su Man'er had to truly believe that Gu Feng had been busy in the operating room all night, she would rather believe she had encountered a ghost in broad daylight.

Su Man'er had always been a sensitive and shrewd woman. She had no intention of playing any tricks on Gu Feng.

Not to anyone else, but to him—the only man in her world.

She loved him even more than she loved herself.

So, with no other options, she could only do her best to tolerate everything about him.

If Gu Feng was a wild horse that couldn't be wilder, then Su Man'er was undoubtedly the best horse trainer.

Because no matter how far the horse runs or how wildly it plays outside, it always remembers to come home in the end.

If Ding Hanhan is still a girl, then Su Man'er is already a fully mature woman.

The difference between a girl and a woman does not lie in their figure.

The girl exuded youthful energy and vitality, but ultimately lacked the charm that only mature women possess.

That charm emanates from within, like a flower that isn't particularly splendid, yet its fragrance is captivating and naturally alluring, making it irresistible and impossible to resist.

What makes women more attractive to men than girls is that they have long since shed the naivety and shyness of girlhood, and in their place is a calmness that has been honed by the years and life experiences.

This kind of composure is not something that can be formed overnight—it takes time to polish it, to endure it with emotion, and to be gradually shaped by the trials and tribulations along the way.

Women understand men better; they know when men need comfort, when they need encouragement, when they should be lenient with them, and when they should give them a gentle reminder.

Girls, on the other hand, often just want men to pamper, coax, and spoil them.

When a man is in a leisurely mood, this little temper tantrum is naturally endearing; but when a man is already overwhelmed with problems, such a tantrum is nothing short of adding insult to injury.

Su Man'er knew in her heart that things were bound to happen, just like Gu Feng was growing up day by day, and she couldn't stop them just because she wanted to.

There are some things he has to experience; and there are some things he has to learn to let go of.

She has been working in the pharmaceutical industry for many years, seeing too many glamorous men and making friends with a large group of single women.

She felt that instead of sighing and complaining all day like those older women, it would be better to be more carefree and open-minded. After all, everyone just makes do with life.

Don't be too demanding about the "best" of anything—if you can find something pleasing to the eye, that's enough; there's no such thing as being devoted, as long as you're in someone's heart; don't ask for the most expensive, as long as it's practical; don't ask for the most beautiful, as long as you're happy together, that's enough.

Living a life of constant nitpicking, finding fault with yourself and others, is not only tiring but also a recipe for suffering.

Men are just like goalkeepers.

Even if he guards it with all his might, there will inevitably be times when he loses control.

Su Man'er had figured this out long ago.

However, as a woman, Su Man'er is undoubtedly successful. Because although she has seen through reality and lived life with clarity, she has never lost the romanticism in her heart.

She not only knows how to win a man's heart through his stomach, but also how to capture his soul.

Therefore, no matter what troubles Gu Feng caused outside, Su Man'er was always firmly in his heart, and she was number one in his heart.

Gu Feng remembered this, and Su Man'er knew he remembered it too. So, even though she sometimes felt conflicted with herself, ultimately, she was very content.

When Gu Feng came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Su Man'er had already put breakfast on the table.

"Here, eat it while it's hot." Su Man'er filled a bowl, placed it in front of him, and urged him softly.

Gu Feng looked at the simple yet delicious and nutritious breakfast made with love and couldn't help but grin.

Happiness isn't about cats eating fish, dogs eating meat, or Ultraman fighting monsters. It's about—Sister Su cooking, and him cleaning up the mess.

Besides, to be honest, after a long night of hard work, Gu Feng was starving.

He picked up the bowl and began to wolf down his food with slurping noises.