A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

When President Sun woke up, he felt a splitting headache, as if his head was being constricted by an iron band, and his body felt like it was falling apart, too weak to exert any strength.

He barely managed to open his eyes, his mind still a mess. He couldn't tell if he was at home or in a hotel, let alone whether the person lying next to him was his wife or someone else's wife.

Anyway, it wasn't just one person.

It took a long time for my five senses to slowly return to normal.

He found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room.

Judging from this setup, it's most likely a hotel room.

He stretched his aching body and sighed, "I'm getting old, I really can't deny it. I should avoid these all-night parties as much as possible in the future."

When I reached to the side, I touched a fleshy body.

He frowned.

Xu Yan looks like she has delicate skin, but why does she feel so rough to the touch?

So, other people's wives are always better? Bullshit, she's not as good as the middle-aged woman at home.

What was that saying?

In addition to gold and jade, it is defeated.

President Sun couldn't remember exactly what happened last night.

His last memory was of Director Zhao serving him Rémy Martin, and after downing a large glass, he felt dizzy.

In a daze, it seemed like I left the KTV, entered some room, and then...

My memories are so fragmented that I can't piece them back together no matter what I do.

However, Director Zhao should be satisfied now, right? Thinking this, President Sun felt quite at ease.

He struggled to sit up, but a burning pain shot through his back.

It must be from yesterday's Sichuan food; I ate too much chili.

He comforted himself with this thought, then reached out and patted the person next to him who was still fast asleep with their head covered: "Xiao Xu, wake up."

"Mmm—" A muffled groan came from the side.

President Sun was taken aback, thinking he had misheard.

His voice was low and hoarse, like he'd been smoking too much.

Most importantly, the voice didn't sound like a woman's, but rather like... a man's?

He broke out in a cold sweat and abruptly threw off the covers.

Under the blanket, there was a mass of white, fleshy flesh.

It has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever; it's just disgusting.

The person lying there wasn't Xu Yan at all, but Director Zhao, who was with her yesterday!

President Sun felt a churning in his stomach, as if someone had forced a handful of live flies down his throat, and he almost vomited on the spot.

With such a commotion, Director Zhao also woke up.

He opened his eyes and was stunned. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't come to his senses for a long time.

The two looked at each other, their faces ashen.

Did they get drunk last night, have a fight, and then the two women left early?

It must be like this.

That has to be the case.

Both of them were desperately trying to convince themselves.

As for the worst-case scenario, no one dared to think any further.

"Old Sun, what... what's going on?" Director Zhao, being younger and more composed, spoke first.

"I don't know either," President Sun said, his voice weak.

"You don't remember how you got into the room at all?"

"I don't remember."

"What about the two women?"

"I just woke up too..."

Director Zhao felt dizzy.

He had no idea what he had done last night.

"Director Zhao, this..."

"Stop talking and get dressed and leave!" Director Zhao said, picking up the messy clothes on the ground and putting them on.

Bank Manager Sun hurriedly followed suit.

The two left the hotel in a disheveled state, tacitly agreeing to go their separate ways. They'd deal with whatever was going on later, once they'd calmed down.

Meanwhile, at Gu Feng's house, on Shi Yurou's bed, the two women had already woken up.

But no one was in a hurry to get up; they lay half-reclined and whispered to each other.

"Rou Rou, what happened last night?" Xu Yan was two years older than Shi Yu Rou, and she called her by her nickname in private.

"I don't know either," Shi Yurou said, frowning.

Last night, after Gu Feng brought in the Remy Martin, both women made excuses to avoid drinking when Director Zhao tried to persuade them to.

One said he wouldn't drink foreign liquor, but wanted to drink beer; the other said he preferred baijiu (Chinese white liquor), saying it would be more exciting.

After downing a glass of foreign liquor, the two lecherous old men's expressions and eyes soon changed completely. Their faces turned bright red, their eyes began to blaze, and they stared intently at the two women as if they were about to pounce and devour them at any moment.

At the critical moment, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Gu Feng walked in and immediately blocked the two elderly gentlemen who had completely lost their senses. He said to the two women, "Sister Rou, Sister Yan, you go first."

"But—" Shi Yurou was still worried.

"Let's go. Don't worry, I'll handle this," Gu Feng interrupted her.

But when she got home, she didn't sleep well all night.

My mind was filled with thoughts of whether Gu Feng would get into trouble.

But this person has remained completely silent.

"Rou Rou, has Gu Feng returned?" Xu Yan herself couldn't remember how many times she had asked this question.

"No. I just checked, there are only two pillows under the blanket." Shi Yurou sighed.

"Where's your phone?"

"Shut down".

"Could something really have happened?" Xu Yan asked worriedly.

She was going home after leaving Paramount last night.

But with no resolution in sight, how could she feel at ease? So she followed Su Man'er to her house.

She hadn't been here in a long time, and she was stunned when she arrived at the alley entrance.

Su Man'er's house has changed so much!

The two buildings were combined into one, forming a small manor.

Only after asking Shi Yurou did I learn that the building in front was given to Gu Feng as a medical fee.

Xu Yan was speechless with astonishment.

Different people have different fates. How come Su Man'er is so lucky? She can turn a random piece of dog poop she picks up on the roadside into a gold nugget?

"I hope everything's alright." Shi Yurou wasn't sure either, so she dialed the number again, but it was still off.

Just then, there was a sound coming from the iron gate outside. It was the sound of a key turning in the lock.

"Ah, he's back!" Shi Yurou threw off the covers, slipped on her slippers, and ran outside.

"Hey! You brat, you're not wearing a bra yet—"

By the time Xu Yan realized what was happening, the woman had already vanished.

Gu Feng opened the iron gate and came in, then locked it behind him.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Shi Yurou rushing over.

She was wearing a nightgown that was so thin it was almost see-through, and he was immediately captivated.

"Gu Feng, how are you? Are you alright?" Shi Yurou was only worried and didn't care about whether she was exposed or not.

"I……"

"Gu Feng, why aren't you saying anything? Don't scare me!" Shi Yurou panicked even more, and when she looked up, she saw him staring at her chest.

"Ah—" she cried out in surprise and quickly covered her chest.

Gu Feng then came to his senses and quickly took off the jacket that he had worn all night and draped it over her shoulders: "Sister Rou, why did you run out without dressing properly?"

He meant coat, but Shi Yurou misheard it as underwear, and blushed furiously. She couldn't help but think to herself, "You've seen what I'm wearing before, what are you pretending for?"

But thinking about what happened last night, she forgot all about being embarrassed and hurriedly asked, "Gu Feng, what about Director Sun...?"

"Heh, Sister Rou, don't worry about those two old lechers. Just wait for good news." Gu Feng said, as if afraid she'd get cold, his hand naturally went around her shoulder, half-embracing her as he walked inside. While he spoke caring words, his hands were less than attentive. "Look at you, how old are you, still so clumsy. Wearing so little in this cold weather, you're bound to catch a cold."