At this moment, Zhang Yu Ping's adoptive parents, Miao Xiufang and Qian Cai Sheng, raised their thumbs in admiration toward Gao Liang's parents and said, "Thanks to you! Seeing how well Yu Ping and Gao Liang are getting along, we've been waiting for the right time to plan their wedding and start having grandchildren!" "Oh! Oh! I must be getting old and forgetful—how could I have forgotten about this! Hurry up! Go and call them! They're due to visit the school in a couple of days. Let's take this opportunity to finalize their engagement!" Shen Hengfu was equally eager for her son to find a capable and capable wife. Gao Liang and Zhang Yu Ping were then called to their respective parents' sides, where the families openly discussed the situation. Zhang Yu Ping blushed deeply, her face glowing as bright as peach blossoms. As for Gao Liang, he didn't know what to say—because at that very moment, Chen Yuting and Dong Jiao had also arrived. With three beautiful women now gathered around his son, all of them appearing quite close and friendly, he felt completely at a loss. The parents, too, found themselves These three girls are all excellent—especially Dong Jiao, this wealthy heiress, who has actually clashed with her father and insists on being with Gao Liang. That's truly admirable! "Father! Mother! To me, the engagement is merely a formality. If I truly love someone, I believe I must be willing to make sacrifices for her. These three girls—I will treat them all with care and respect. In my heart, their positions are irreplaceable!" Gao Liang's words won heartfelt appreciation from everyone present. Applause rang out—especially from Chen Yuting's parents. Dong Jiao felt an unexpected sense of warmth. These days, having helped Gao Liang manage and oversee the company's affairs, she has grown increasingly weary, her eyes dark with fatigue. She had never before experienced such dedication—yet, for the sake of loving this person, she had been transforming herself. The once-fragile, self-conscious attitude toward the poor had completely vanished. After all, wasn't Gao Liang a commoner? And weren't Chen Yuting and Zhang Yaping also commoners? Yet, did that matter? The poor can change their fate! Gao Liang is outstanding—he is not only changing his own life but also transforming the lives of those around him: his family, friends, relatives, and loved ones. When it comes to Gao Liang’s relatives, they are all self-centered and struggling financially. Seeing Gao Liang’s family thriving, they come to court and flatter him. Yet Gao Liang warmly accepts them, expresses gratitude, and even finds inspiration in their criticism and skepticism—these very comments push him to rapidly escape poverty. This deeply humbles his relatives, who now vow to work diligently at Yi Yu Cheng Shen Industrial Co., Ltd., and to do their best in their new roles. Dong Jiao quietly admires Gao Liang more and more, as she spends these days alongside him, sharing challenges and striving together. She grows increasingly convinced that choosing Gao Liang was the right decision. Just then, her phone rings. Looking at the screen, it’s her mother’s call. A faint voice speaks: “Jiao, where are you? I haven’t seen you at home these days!” Your father's really missing you! You should go home right away!" Hearing her mother's words, Dong Jiao was filled with excitement. Since childhood, her mother had always shown her such deep care. She gave a brief wave to Gao Liang and hurried off toward the villa thirty kilometers away. Gao Liang then went out and made a call: "Fat Duan, modest Yang, and soft-hearted Wu—get moving! Dong Jiao is already on her way to her home. You all must ensure her personal safety!" "Yes! Yes! As long as it's the boss's command, we'll carry it out immediately!" After hanging up, the three friends burst into laughter. "Just back in Hanhai City, and we already have something to do! Haha! How many wives will Dong Jiao, the noble daughter, become for our boss? Our boss truly has great fortune!" Fat Duan was driving a black Santana, with modest Yang and soft-hearted Wu seated beside him. It had already turned rainy by then. Dong Jiao had taken a taxi, but as soon as she got in, she found two daggers pressed against her neck. "Don't speak!" "Otherwise, we're done!" The green-haired and yellow-haired man, holding a dagger, fiercely confronted Dong Jiao. "What exactly do you want?" Dong Jiao asked, startled. "Haha! Guo Liang has been reaping the rewards—while I've gone completely empty-handed. I'm not satisfied. I'm going to vent my frustration on you!" The middle-aged man driving the sedan looked fierce, yet leered seductively at Dong Jiao. "Guo Liang won't forgive you for this!" Dong Jiao realized—they were scheming merchants playing dirty games. "Want to see your mother? Haha! She's right here in my hands!" The merchant known as "Black Ghost" gave a sly smile. Upon hearing that her mother had been taken hostage, Dong Jiao trembled with fear and pleaded, "What exactly do you want now?" "You'll find out soon enough!" The merchant suddenly pressed down hard on the accelerator and sped off toward a destination. Behind them, another vehicle followed closely. Twenty kilometers away, in an abandoned warehouse, Dong Jiao was being forced to walk forward by the green-haired, yellow-haired, and black ghost. In an inner warehouse, Dong Jiao's mother was tied to a concrete pillar, her mouth stuffed with cotton, her hands bound behind her back, and her body encircled by ropes around the pillar, her hair wild and disheveled, barely breathing. "Mom! Mom!" Dong Jiao cried out with concern, but her mother struggled to open her eyes, gazing at her beautiful daughter, now ensnared, and immediately shouted sharply at the green-haired, yellow-haired, and black ghost: "You must have tricked my daughter into coming here!" "But we've used high-tech methods to process and manipulate your voice spectrum, using your voice to lure your daughter in! Hah! This move has truly worked!" The black ghost laughed proudly. Then, with a cold, determined demeanor, he issued orders to the green-haired and yellow-haired figures: "Do as we say! Carry out the original plan!" The green-haired and yellow-haired individuals immediately took action, rushing to call Dong Jiao’s father, Dong Zhehai. Then, they slapped Dong Jiao’s mother hard on the face, causing her to cry out in agony, while at the same time pressing on Dong Jiao’s body, making her also cry out. The voices of both mother and daughter were instantly transmitted to Dong Zhehai, who immediately stiffened and exclaimed, “You two—don’t do this! What do you want?” “Damn it! I’m losing everything! I need one hundred million RMB!” the black man roared. “Not possible. I simply don’t have that much cash—everything I have is fixed assets,” Dong Zhehai replied. At that moment, Dong Zhehai heard his wife’s piercing cry, so he changed his tone and said, “I’ll find a way, but if you hurt my wife or daughter even a little, I’ll—” “Get moving! I’m giving you ten minutes—send me one hundred million RMB to the account I’ve specified! Otherwise, I’m taking my life!” the black man said coldly. Dong Zhehai was now completely at a loss. He immediately dispatched his secretary to check the financial records of Dong Group Trading, only to find that recent profitability had been unsatisfactory, with a significant number of customers allocating their available funds to purchase the silk cotton underwear produced by Wuyi Chengshen Limited.