This is a highly refined ladies' watch, crafted entirely of pure gold—luxurious, elegant, and sophisticated, truly highlighting the unique charm of a woman. On the watch face, there is a heart-shaped motif, followed by four words that deeply stirred Zhang Yurong's heart: "My Heart Everlasting." When Zhang Yurong first put it on, a beautiful song flowed out from within the watch: "Night after night, I see you in my dreams, feel you, and my heart still beats for you. Crossing through layers of time and space, carried by the wind into my dreams, your heart has always remained the same. Our love speaks without words, accompanying me through every journey. Soaring, free as the wind, you bring me peace and security, allowing me to live forever in love... " As she listened, tears of happiness streamed down her face. "Husband! Husband! I never knew you've always cared for me! I'm so touched!" Zhang Yurong couldn't control her emotions—years of accumulated feelings surged forth all at once, like a dam breaking, the flood overwhelming everything, unstoppable. "Wife!" "Without your encouragement, I never could have gotten into Kyoto University!" Gao Liang said warmly. Thinking about his wife pushing him to study hard during the final days before the college entrance exams, and despite both of them struggling with their studies when they returned home, their shared aspirations had unexpectedly aligned, and their strength had been forged during that period. Mutual inspiration and joint striving—that is the magnificent life. That was the very first crucial step on my journey to becoming a god, and I am confident I've passed it, thanks to my extraordinary wife, Zhang YuPing, whose exceptional guidance and nurturing. Many students were watching them, with expressions of envy. In one corner, Chen Zixue glared at them with hatred, thinking to himself, "High-light! High-light! You're enjoying this single fragrant rose all to yourself—what a pain! But if I don't step in, someone will surely ruin you! Zhou Chao is just a pawn in my game—I'll let you fight it out! The more intense the battle, the better! I'll watch and reap the benefits! Hah! High-light! You're done! I'm going to enjoy the show!" She looked slightly embarrassed, but the landlord, watching the warm and intimate way Highlight interacted with her, smiled warmly and said, "I've been observing you both for several days and even secretly cast a fortune-telling spell for you. You're truly a celestial match—made for each other! As for the rent, I've already paid it to you since Mr. Highlight moved in. When I first arrived in Kyoto, I was so poor I couldn't afford a place to live. My then-boyfriend and I lived together on an AA basis. Just one month later, I decided to part ways with him and worked hard on my own, eventually finding a partner who shared my responsibilities. It seems clear that when choosing a boyfriend, one should look for someone generous and open-minded—someone truly gentlemanly! Hehe! You're truly blessed. I've never envied anyone until now—I've never envied you!" The landlord's words brought a quiet sense of happiness to Zhang Yупing. For the first time, in front of this straightforward landlord, she smiled brightly and said, "Husband! Come on, let's have your reward!" "Didn't know what she was up to, so he leaned in—unexpectedly, 'pffft!'—his face was gently kissed by Zhang Yuping's soft, plump lips. Damn it, being kissed by this demanding wife felt better than ascending to heaven—wet, tender, smooth, velvety… the sensation was simply indescribable; only one could truly know how incredibly delightful it was. "Here's your reward, darling!" Zhang Yuping beamed with genuine delight, her little giggles exquisitely graceful. Damn it, he couldn't take it anymore—his lower part was now getting restless again. The female landlord, being experienced and perceptive, didn't want to stand out as a constant spotlight, so she gracefully excused herself and left. Now, both of them had entered the room. Which way should they go? They made a bet. They drew straws. Two small paper balls were shaken in Zhang Yuping's hands—what a clever girl she was! She absolutely didn't want her husband to enter her private chamber—there were secrets there that she couldn't let him stumble upon. Yet, Gao Liang insisted on going in. Zhang Yuping played a trick: she prepared numerous slips with "Gao Liang" written on them, while only one slip bore "Zhang Yuping." Hmph! Husband! With odds of ten to one, do you think you'll manage to draw the one with your name? But she was mistaken—what kind of person is Gao Liang! I truly intend to become a god! This isn't just exaggeration. Old Zai's ability to perceive subtle energies is quite similar to Sun Wukong's. Though the description may sound a bit grandiose, Old Zai's power of vision is no mere boast. As Zhang Yuping gasped in astonishment, Gao Liang held up the slip with "Zhang Yuping" written on it and gently waved it in front of her. Unable to resist, Zhang Yuping invited her husband into her private chamber. Her face flushed crimson—her secrets were now about to be revealed. High-light was impressed by the refined setup of Zhang Yu-ping's bedroom, with a portrait hanging on the wall. Before he could even take a closer look, Zhang Yu-ping quickly used her body to shield it. Huh! My wife really has a sense of humor—she won’t let me see the painting at all! You don’t like muscular men, fitness icons, do you? I’d guess the only athletes depicted are Yao Ming, the basketball legend, Li Ning, the gymnastics king, and Liu Xiang, who was once so popular—haha! The more Zhang Yu-ping shielded herself, the more High-light wanted to see what was behind it. With a gentle smile, a confident expression bloomed on her face—my dear wife, how can your body possibly block me out? My spiritual vision is truly coming into play again. When High-light, through his spiritual vision, clearly saw the oil painting that Zhang Yu-ping had been shielding with her body, he was astonished. It wasn’t a muscular or fitness-themed portrait at all—it was actually a sketch of himself, especially the muscles in his arms, rendered with remarkable accuracy. And his eyes, full of wisdom, shone with intelligence. Self-assured, radiant, handsome, elegant, graceful—every virtue expressed through the sketch. Truly moved at this moment, he immediately embraced Zhang Yупing, who was blushing deeply, and said, "Honey! You have me in your heart!" Tears of joy streamed down Zhang Yупing's eyes—unhindered now—she unveiled the drawing, her face growing even redder.