A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Gu Feng, Li Xiaolan, and Peng Liangpei all went to the Longshan Branch to turn themselves in.

After entering, they were separated and taken away.

The person in charge of questioning Gu Feng was an acquaintance, Captain Wu, who was always by Chu Hanzhong's side.

Upon seeing this person, Gu Feng knew that Chu Hanliang's useless apprentice had probably already told his brother about the matter.

But he was even angrier—what good would it do to tell Chu Hanzhong?

What else can that person do besides upholding the law? If I had known this would happen, I would have just dialed 110 and saved myself the trouble.

Captain Wu and Gu Feng were old acquaintances, so he didn't waste any time or resort to torture. He didn't even handcuff him. He simply made Gu Feng recount the whole story, and then had him locked in a small dark room.

And so the night passed. Around eight o'clock the next morning, the door to the small, dark room was finally opened. A policeman in a crisp uniform stood in the doorway and shouted at him, "Gu Feng, you can leave now."

"Where is my senior brother Li Xiaolan?" Gu Feng asked immediately as soon as he stepped out the door.

"I don't know, get out of here." The policeman said this and left without giving Gu Feng a chance to retaliate.

Helpless, Gu Feng could only walk out step by step. He had originally thought of asking Chu Hanzhong, but considering that man's stubborn nature, he figured it would be pointless to ask, so he simply walked straight out the door.

After leaving the Longshan branch, he hadn't gone far when he saw a long line of cars parked by the roadside.

One was the police car from Chu Hanzhong, another was Su Man'er's Cadillac, another was Ding Hanhan's eye-catching Bentley, and the third was the advisor's 7 Series BMW.

Peng Jingpei, who was released early last night, was also waiting there in Dean Peng's Camry.

Even Gu Feng's patient—the exquisite young woman Shi Yurou—sat quietly in her Aston Martin parked by the roadside.

This put Gu Feng in a complete predicament.

These people were clearly there to pick him up.

With so many cars, which one should he get on?

He thought for a moment, then walked straight towards Su Man'er's car. But before he got in, he simply raised his hand and knocked on the car window.

He originally wanted to say a few words to Su Man'er, but as soon as Su Man'er saw him, she immediately pushed open the door and got out of the car, holding a handful of what looked like branches and leaves in her hand, and walked towards him aggressively.

Gu Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and only one desperate thought filled his mind: Sister, you're not going to beat me up in the street, are you? I still have to face people in the future... If you're going to hit me, can't we talk about it at home first?

But if Su Man'er really wanted to hit him, what could he do but obediently stand there and take the beating?

As a result, the leaves and branches did indeed fall on Gu Feng. However, to Gu Feng's utter surprise, each lash was as light as a whisk. While lashing, she whispered, "These are pomelo leaves, to ward off bad luck."

"Oh..." Gu Feng responded blankly.

It turns out that Sister Su used this method to wash away his bad luck.

Su Man'er used the pomelo leaves to carefully and gently whip his entire body, front and back, up and down, left and right, as if this could truly cleanse him of all the bad luck he had picked up in the police station that night.

After doing all that, she looked up at him and said, "I knew someone was coming to pick you up, and I knew you had things to take care of. But I was worried they wouldn't understand the custom, so I came over. I'll make you some soup when we get home. After you're done, go home early, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Feng felt a sudden pang of sadness. But this sadness was not due to the slightest grievance he had suffered the previous night.

Instead, he suddenly remembered the past, when he was alone and destitute in the Liao Dynasty, drifting with the refugees, wandering aimlessly, and homeless.

In those days, let alone anyone caring, even if he died in the chaos of war, no one would give him a second glance.

But now, in this completely unfamiliar era, he has only had this little incident, yet so many friends and so many people genuinely care about him.

In that instant, he truly felt an urge to throw himself into Su Man'er's arms and cry his heart out.

"Gu Feng, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Did they hit you? Did they...?" Su Man'er couldn't finish her sentence.

Because her body had already been pulled into Gu Feng's arms, and her lips had been firmly sealed by him.

This was the first time Gu Feng had ever hugged her like this in front of so many people.

That deep and passionate kiss was almost a declaration to the whole world—Su Man'er was not his sister, but his woman.

Ding Hanhan watched this scene from afar, already fully prepared in her mind.

But when this scene is truly before my eyes, the bittersweet feeling still rises uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.

She stared blankly for a while, then finally lost the courage to look any longer. She raised her foot and kicked Abu's seat hard through the cushion.

Abu suddenly snapped out of his daze, turned his head and bumped into the young lady's face, which was so dark it looked like it was about to drip water. He immediately understood, started the car without saying a word, and sped away.

Peng Jingpei, however, seemed to be frozen in place, sitting there stiffly, staring blankly at the couple who were passionately kissing.

Immediately, tears streamed down her face, and she finally lost control, sobbing uncontrollably as she leaned on the steering wheel.

She had known all along that Gu Feng had women, and possibly more than one.

But she never wanted to face it, always using that most beautiful, best, and purest fantasy to weave an unattainable dream.

At this moment, Gu Feng's actions were like a cruel blade, tearing her already fragile dream to shreds. She felt as if a sharp knife had been plunged into her heart, twisting and turning it several times over.

She even thought that she should have just let those two long knives kill her on the spot yesterday.

At least, if she were no longer in this world, she wouldn't have to bear all of this, the despair that crushed her whole being.

The man she loved loved another woman—and perhaps more than one.

Then why did he kiss her?

Why did you have to provoke her, give her such a beautiful hope, and then so cruelly crush it?

Could it be that in his heart, I am really just a plaything?

She hated Gu Feng to the core.

She hated him for being so cruel, for waking her from her beautiful dream, and for not continuing to deceive her.

Even though she knew it was all fake, as illusory as a soap bubble, just being able to stay in her dream for one more day was a kind of humble happiness.

Shi Yurou didn't feel much. It was just a kiss, nothing new to her.

But she had never experienced such a flamboyant deep kiss in broad daylight, on the street.

If she had to describe her feelings, she would probably only say two words: envy.

Su Man'er was immersed in the man's domineering and passionate kiss, but between her lips and teeth, she could faintly taste a bitterness that did not belong to him. And in her ears, she could hear the suppressed sobs of pain.

This was the only time she wasn't moved by his kiss.

On the contrary, an overwhelming sense of guilt pressed down on her chest.

This intense unease finally made her unable to hold back any longer, and she gently pushed Gu Feng away: "Alright. You shouldn't be like this... at least, not in front of them."

Gu Feng didn't speak, only staring at the Bentley that had long since driven away, listening to the heart-wrenching cries around him.

His heart was also aching.

But why he insisted on doing it, even he himself couldn't explain it.

No wonder people say that living in this big city is too stressful.

He used to think it was just pointless complaining. But at this moment, he finally understood—this pressure could truly be suffocating.

Occasionally, unless I go completely crazy, I just can't calm myself down.

Perhaps, at that very moment, his conscience suddenly awakened, and he wanted to use this method to tell those women who still harbored illusions that he was already taken.

Perhaps, at this moment, he wanted to announce to the world his unspeakable male desires—he wanted three wives and four concubines, and he wanted to sleep with many women.

Perhaps, at that moment, he wasn't thinking about anything; he was simply overwhelmed by Su Man'er's gentleness, and unable to control himself, he kissed her without a second thought.

Whatever the reason, he had already done it. Once something like this happens, there's no going back. So regret is futile.

"Gu Feng, what exactly do you want to do?" Su Man'er stared at him intently and asked softly.

Gu Feng's face was blank. Even he himself didn't understand what he wanted to do.

Humans are inherently the most complex creatures. Sometimes, what we truly want to express and what we actually do can be completely different things.

Perhaps, the woman Gu Feng truly wanted to kiss wasn't Su Man'er, Ding Hanhan, or Peng Liangpei. Actually… he truly wanted to kiss every woman present.

Seeing the undisguised pain on his face, Su Man'er couldn't bear to press him any further. She simply sighed inwardly and whispered, "Go home as soon as you're done."

After saying that, she turned and got into her car, driving straight away. Shi Yurou, who had come with her, quietly started her car and followed after Su Man'er, seeing that she had left.

One car after another drove away, and the low rumble of the engines finally pulled Peng Liangpei back to her senses from the brink of collapse.

She lifted her tear-streaked face, glanced one last time at the figure that had broken her heart, gritted her teeth, started the car, and drove away.

Soon, only the advisor's BMW remained in the room, parked there all alone.

Even Gu Feng's old apprentice, Chu Hanzhong, had long understood that staying would only result in being beaten, scolded, and scorned; there would be no other possibility. So he stepped on the gas without hesitation and left.

Finally, Gu Feng had no choice but to open the only waiting car door and get into the advisor's car.

Actually, this was the very car he had wanted to get on when he walked out of that gate.

Right now, what he most urgently wants to know is not these romantic matters, but rather—what exactly happened to Li Xiaolan.

He had just settled into the back seat when the clerk turned to the side and handed him a bottle of mineral water with the cap already unscrewed.

Gu Feng subconsciously reached out to take it, but the clerk flipped his wrist and poured the entire bottle of water directly onto Gu Feng's head.