Urban Miracle Doctor
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548: 548 548: 548 Seeing Qin Han with a look of weariness, a hint of heartache inevitably surfaced in Song Yuwei’s eyes.

She knew he must have had something to do, otherwise he wouldn’t have left again right after returning to Zhongzhou without even having time to go home.

“Mm,” Qin Han nodded gently as he sat down beside Song Yuwei, looking somewhat exhausted.

Song Yuwei laid Qin Han’s head on her thigh and gently massaged his temples.

Qin Han closed his eyes, enjoying the tenderness from Song Yuwei.

Regarding the day’s events, if Qin Han didn’t speak, she wouldn’t ask.

As for whether Qin Han would do something to betray her trust, if she didn’t even have that much faith in him, then she wouldn’t be Song Yuwei.

Although she was still on guard against those young girls at the clinic and hospital, this guard wasn’t about keeping Qin Han on a tight leash, but rather it was about Song Yuwei’s care and concern for him.

Sometimes Song Yuwei thought that if a man like Qin Han lived in ancient times he would certainly have a lot of wives and concubines, so having just a few young girls liking him now seemed completely normal to her.

The kindness Qin Han showed her came from deep within his soul.

Sometimes Song Yuwei didn’t understand why Qin Han was so good to her, but it wasn’t important.

As long as he was good to her, that was enough.

Although she would occasionally knock some sense into the guy, if you told her that Qin Han really had something going on with someone else, she wouldn’t believe it.

A woman needs to know when to question a man and when not to – that’s when a man loves a woman the most.

It shouldn’t be that when a man comes home tired from a day’s work, so exhausted that he doesn’t even want to talk, you’re still chattering incessantly.

Being fed up with you is just a matter of time.

Why are more and more men unwilling to go home, even purposefully staying at the office a bit longer after work, or sitting in their car in the parking lot for a while before going home?

It’s because only on the commute can a man truly be himself.

During the day, he has to deal with leaders and colleagues at work, and at night, he has to deal with your nagging, which only adds to the irritation of an already weary heart.

Some women might say that they too are tired from a day’s work, and when they get home they still have to take care of the children.

These are all true; building a family is not easy for either men or women – both are tired.

But the difference is men don’t prattle on endlessly and don’t arbitrarily place blame.

Many women simply take out the grievances they’ve suffered at work on their men at home – saving their smiles for strangers and their anger for their family.

Men, on the other hand, always save their smiles for their families, adjusting their moods before stepping through the door, making sure that the first thing their family sees when they open the door is a smile on their face.

Imagine, if you opened the door full of joy only to be met with indifference and incessant chattering – what would you think?

Is that still a home?

A home should be a place to relax, not where new rules are constantly being established!

Slippers should be neatly placed, clothes shouldn’t be thrown around, and one shouldn’t lie on the couch without changing clothes.

Everything is telling the man that a new set of stricter rules than at his workplace has begun at this “new residence.”

If after coming home, the couple didn’t talk about the day’s work and discussed other things instead, taking a god-like perspective without personal emotions to look at things, lying quietly on the couch while the child played with toys beside them – wouldn’t that be warm and cozy?

Wouldn’t that be much better than you rattling on about the man’s faults and complaining about life’s injustices?

Can complaining and accusing solve problems?

No!

If you can’t, why do it?

It may be satisfying to speak up, but what is lost in the process?

Isn’t there a saying?

When love has worn away, you must start to wear down your patience, and once that’s gone, the couple is doomed to part ways.

Song Yuwei is a person who loves cleanliness, and Qin Han, too, enjoys the quiet.

Song Yuwei would never tell Qin Han how to place his clothes or how they should be arranged, would she?

Cleaning such a large place is extremely tough, but Song Yuwei still does it alone without a housekeeper because she loves feeling the essence of home while tidying up.

She enjoys waiting for Qin Han and Mingming to take turns for her to bring them footbaths—not because she naturally enjoys servitude, but because she believes this is how a home should feel.

She didn’t feel that doing these things was beneath her status as a CEO.

On the contrary, Song Yuwei was very clear that by day she was the CEO of Qingshi Wangfei Company, but at night, when she returned home, she was just a wife and a mother.

This was Song Yuwei’s wisdom, inseparable from the teachings of Xiang Xiao.

The most common topic among men was probably women.

After all, most men liked beautiful women.

Even without any other intentions, pleasing the eye was a pleasure in itself.

They talked more about their hobbies and beautiful women, of course.

In fact, women were no different.

Apart from discussing things related to their appearance, they naturally talked more about men when together.

Spending all day with Song Yuwei, Xiang Xiao naturally didn’t mind imparting some husband-taming techniques to her.

Although Xiang Xiao and Number Three weren’t married yet, he managed their cohabitation neatly, without letting the addition of a child make life unbearably chaotic.

In Xiang Xiao’s words, a man needs to be kept in line when necessary; otherwise, his heart may wander, but care must also be given when it’s needed, lest his heart grows cold.

When a man is utterly exhausted, what he needs, of course, is care.

At such a time, any kind of confrontation would be counterproductive, and Song Yuwei agreed with this wholeheartedly.

Although Qin Han tried hard to conceal his fatigue, Song Yuwei could still feel how weary he was.

Outsiders only saw Qin Han’s shine, but who saw him poring over ancient medical texts late into the night, or knew he often practiced meditation alone after Song Yuwei had fallen asleep?

Strength is never achieved overnight; it comes from constant effort.

Qin Han cleared all obstacles for Song Yuwei, which required both power and connections.

Every favor he did needed to be repaid, and could the favors capable of moving Qin Han be anything but complex?

“How about not going to work today?

The seasons are changing, and I could use your company to buy a few outfits.

We might as well get you a couple too.

We’ve both been too busy lately,” Song Yuwei said softly as she pressed her hand against Qin Han’s forehead.

Opening his eyes and looking at Song Yuwei, Qin Han smiled and said, “That sounds good.

I do need a good rest.

I seem to remember that I rarely accompany you on shopping trips.

Seems like I’ve been a bit negligent as a husband.”

He was unfazed, but Song Yuwei’s recent state had not been great.

After all, it was the family that had worn her out, both physically and mentally.

Moreover, when the lady of the house spoke, Qin Han was utterly compliant.

Then he made a grand gesture and decided to skip the clinic for once.

After all, there were Zhang Henian and Wang Bozhi holding down the fort.

When Qin Han called Zhang Yalin to tell her that he wouldn’t be coming to the clinic today, Zhang Yalin was secretly delighted but couldn’t resist teasing, “Seems like you’ve been neglecting your duties lately!”