Yue Qian turned around and saw Gao Liang holding a large bouquet of vibrant roses. Seeing Gao Liang's perspiration, she felt deeply warmed. "Bro Gao! You've finally arrived!" Tears welled up in Yue Qian's eyes and she couldn't help but fall into Gao Liang's arms. How natural! Though Gao Liang and Yue Qian had only been colleagues as network administrators at the internet cafe for three years, the mutual trust and care they had built through their shared work experience made their bond stronger. Though there was no romantic grandeur like that of lovers under moonlight, at this moment, as they said goodbye, genuine emotion surged like a flood released from its dam—overflowing, unstoppable. Xiao Qian had indeed become more beautiful. Gao Liang had watched Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian perform in "The Elegant Maiden," and the character of Xiao Qian in that film had become a classic. Yet the Xiao Qian standing before him was no less beautiful than the one portrayed by Wang Zuxian. Today, Xiao Qian wore a refined black suit dress, her graceful hair flowing gently in the wind, and her silver heels stood out beautifully. Forward-curving, back-arched, slender waist, well-proportioned figure, standard measurements—Qi, just 17, is developing beautifully. Now, Gao Liang feels an overwhelming urge to kiss her passionately. In a corner, Ying'er witnesses this scene. Though a little envious, she knows that she and Gao Liang are distinct from ordinary humans and immortals—she cannot offer what Gao Liang truly needs. She can only quietly support her master from behind. If she truly loves her master, she must grant him freedom, allowing him to pursue his own desires. To love him is to make him happy. Gradually, Gao Liang and Qi draw closer to each other, their lips inching nearer. "Hold me tighter, Bright Brother!" Qi murmurs softly. Gao Liang cradles her tightly, and Qi feels an overwhelming warmth and happiness. Qi's lips are so moist and alluring. As Gao Liang draws ever closer, his phone rings—but he doesn't answer. He doesn't want to be interrupted. Qi is deeply touched—she realizes that Bright Brother truly cares for her. Just as Xiao Qian was happily closing her eyes, anticipating the moment of happiness, her phone rang. The tone indicated it was from Jiao Yang. She answered, and Jiao Yang explained that the affairs at the hall had been particularly busy lately, so he couldn't find time to attend the farewell ceremony. He also reminded her to make sure important matters were handled well once she arrived in the U.S., and to keep in touch with him at any time if anything arose. Xiao Qian nodded in gratitude, assuring Jiao Yang that everything would be taken care of. After hanging up, she finally handed Jiao Yang a China Bank UnionPay card, saying, "This is what Jiao Yang asked me to pass on to you! Take it— I know your family is in urgent need of funds!" The 100,000-yuan UnionPay card felt particularly significant to Jiao Yang, and he was deeply moved. At the very last moment before leaving, while Jiao Yang was still catching his breath, Xiao Qian spontaneously gave him a sweet kiss. When Jiao Yang regained his composure, Xiao Qian had already stepped away from the ticket gate, joining the crowd moving toward the airport boarding gates. Gao Liang gently touched the cheek that Ye Qian had kissed, and as he looked in the direction where Ye Qian had gone, he whispered to himself, "Little Qian, take care!" With 100,000 yuan, it truly feels great! Gao Liang hurried home immediately, since this sum of money was a timely rain—something that had to be used right away. While taking a taxi across an iron bridge in Hanhai City, he noticed two people running after each other on the bridge and felt something was off. He immediately asked to get off. After getting off, he approached the couple and found them to be a middle-aged married couple arguing fiercely. A slightly plump middle-aged woman, holding a rolling pin, was chasing her husband: "You're such a gambler! You've drained all the family money—do you still have the right to come home?" "Just having bad luck today. I'll make it up tomorrow!" the husband replied, taking a long sip of beer from his hand. "You only know drinking and gambling! You never think about this household! Fine! I'm not staying with you anymore! Starting today, you go your way and I'll go mine!" "The woman spoke angrily. 'Do you think I wanted to live like this, with no hope at all? It's all because our daughter hasn't married someone wealthy and influential yet!' The husband took another sip of wine. Hearing her words, the woman grew even more furious and said, 'Money! Do you really think that's what a man should say? Well! Well! Today I've finally gotten to know you thoroughly. I've stayed with you for twenty years—now I'm going to file for divorce tomorrow!' On hearing this, the middle-aged man stirred, his wine suddenly sobering. He pleaded, 'Honey, I'm not doing this by choice! It's so hard to find work now, and earning money is even harder. My daughter is studying, you haven't found a formal job either, and my severance pay has long since run out. Now I'm nothing—what's the point of living? I'm going to die!' Saying this, he threw the beer bottle over the bridge. The bridge was high, and the bottle fell fifty meters to the water below, splashing a small ripple upon impact." A middle-aged man was about to jump into the river to commit suicide. Gao Liang wanted to stop him, but didn't expect to hear a voice he recognized immediately: "Dad! Mom! Please stop pressuring me! I'm begging you!" Gao Liang turned sharply around—what was she doing there? Zhang Yuping! Zhang Yuping was crying openly. Gao Liang had never imagined that the once-exceptional campus beauty's family was so struggling—hence her exceptional diligence. Usually, diligent students come from less affluent backgrounds, driven by necessity to work harder than others. Gao Liang felt an unexpected sense of sympathy. Zhang Yuping's home life was quite similar to his own, though even more difficult—she had parents who frequently argued, and a father who drank and gambled. It was easy to imagine: during the past period, when he had gone to the internet cafe in the evening and encountered a drunk Zhang Yuping, he knew immediately that her distress stemmed from home issues—she often argued with her father, drank to relieve her stress, and thus ended up drunk. "For the sake of the child!" "Let's go home!" Ma Xiufang, Zhang Yuping's mother, said to her husband. But Zhang Yuping's father, Qian Caisheng, held his head in his hands, looking deeply distressed and shaking his head in despair, saying, "I've lost! I've lost!" "How much? Caisheng! Are you serious?" Ma Xiufang stared at her husband for no less than three seconds, her voice trembling with urgency. Qian Caisheng, weak and helpless, raised one finger. Ma Xiufang was stunned, exclaiming, "You've lost 1,000? You've lost 1,000? What have you done? We'll have to cut our monthly food supply!" Zhang Yuping managed to suppress her excitement and looked at her father, who was bowed down, silent, and shaking his head, asking, "Is it 10,000?" Qian Caisheng smiled with a look of deep regret and said softly, "No, no—it's 100,000. One hundred thousand!" "My goodness! My goodness! In just half a day, you've lost 100,0 My lady must find her own way forward!