"Is today my birthday?" Dong Jiao was thrilled, but then quickly fell into disappointment. When Gao Qiang said, "Wishing my big star a happy birthday," Dong Jiao sighed wistfully, "I'm really sad. I'm not happy because you can't be by my side today." Tears streamed down her face as she spoke. Despite Gao Qiang's calls from the other end of the phone, Dong Jiao simply tossed her phone to a corner and stopped responding. Dong Jiao feared loneliness most—despite being a nationally renowned beauty star, life without the spotlight felt isolated, lonely, and hard to bear. She wrapped herself in a towel from the bathroom, like a lotus emerging from water, radiant and unique. As she walked toward the bedroom, she felt someone tightly embracing her from behind. She was startled, shouting in surprise, only to be moved to tears when she saw the person's face. She fell into Gao Qiang's arms instinctively, and the two of them began passionately kissing. Gong Jiao is absolutely beautiful! High-light watching Gong Jiao grow more and more beautiful, marveling at her skin so delicate it could be pierced by a feather, her large, milk-like white rabbit-like breasts, her graceful figure with elegant curves, charming and youthful. Especially her flat abdomen and sharply翘 buttocks. Wow, he's completely overwhelmed—now he understands why Gong Jiao has become such a jade-like image in the hearts of people nationwide. I want you! High-light was absolutely crazy. Gong Jiao was suddenly pulled from her towel, and the two of them passionately entwined on the large Serta bed. High-light kissed Gong Jiao from head to toe, and noticed a sweet fragrance emanating from her body. With every kiss, Gong Jiao trembled. Especially when High-light began gently sucking on her inviting breasts, Gong Jiao’s delicate nose emitted soft sighs, her elegant eyes becoming drowsy and dreamy. "I want you! I want you to be my woman!" High-light exclaimed passionately to the dreamy-eyed Gong Jiao, who happily closed her eyes. Highlight began to unbutton Dong Jiao's pink panties, but as soon as his hand reached them, Dong Jiao's cheeks flushed pink and gently pushed him away. Highlight realized how weak and powerless that push felt. "My star wife, my husband is going to take you now—no hesitation at all." Yet, just then, a little unexpected twist interrupted Highlight's progress. Damn it! Why did the phone ring now? He should have turned it off earlier. Impatiently, he answered. Hearing Zhang Yiping's voice, he said, "Husband, where are you?" "I'm at school!" Highlight stammered. "No, you're lying. I'm at school now. Your classroom is empty, your dorm is empty too. Where exactly are you?" Zhang Yiping questioned. "Honey, I—I'm at the Beautiful Apartments! At the Beautiful Apartments!" Highlight casually made up a story. But Zhang Yiping immediately dismissed it, saying she had just arrived at school from there. The landlord mentioned that if she were at home, she would have called. Gao Liang was fed up—it was just like taking household registration! He immediately said with dullness, "Zhang Yuping, what on earth do you want? Do I have to report to you every time I go somewhere?" "Gao Liang, you're mistaken. There's something important today that requires you to come back right away!" "What is it?" But Zhang Yuping didn't answer—she simply said, "You must come back immediately!" Then she hung up. Since Gao Liang accidentally had his phone on speaker mode, Dong Jiao had clearly heard every word. Gao Liang just gave her a polite smile, quickly dressed himself, and said to Dong Jiao, "There's a large cake and two glasses of wine on the table—please take your time to enjoy them. I have to go now!" "Gao Liang!" Dong Jiao suddenly blocked the door, looking directly at him, questioning, "With just one phone call from Zhang Yuping, you're leaving me behind—what am I to you?" "My big star! I really have to go now!" "Recently, I've been really busy. I'll make time to spend more quality time with you soon—will that be okay?" Gao Liang's tone softened. Yet Dong Jiao insisted he stay. "I don't want you to go! I want you to stay with me! I'm giving you a choice—will you listen to Zhang Yuping, or will you listen to me?" Dong Jiao's homegrown stubbornness flared up. "You're all important to me—everyone I care about—I want to think about each of you!" Gao Liang said warmly to Dong Jiao. After speaking, he gently pushed her aside and walked away. Dong Jiao called after him, "Once you leave, just don't come back to me ever again!" Gao Liang hesitated, but still didn't turn around and walked off. In Yangshan City, after a one-and-a-half-hour flight on an evening flight, Gao Liang finally returned to Jingdu City. As soon as he stepped off the plane, a crowd of people—mostly reporters—surrounded him at the exit. "Mr. Gao Liang, could we interview you about how many girlfriends you actually have?" they asked. Gao Liang was stunned—these sycophantic reporters really know how to spin a story. So he casually replied, "Whatever you think, go ahead. I have something to attend to—please make way!" The reporters then speculated, "This flight is a direct one from Yangshan to Kyoto. Surely, he's here to meet Dong Jiao, the board member's daughter!" "Then, isn't his other two romantic interests—Zhang, the beautiful woman, and Chen, the elegant manager—waiting for him now?" Another reporter exclaimed. The next day, every article in the Kyoto Daily was filled with gossip. Gao Liang, taking the newspaper handed to him by Deng, the fat pig, jumped up in anger: "These paparazzi are absolutely unbearable! They've been tailing me all along—capturing even the scene of me leaving Dong Jiao's room at Jin Yan Hotel, claiming I'm unfaithful, juggling between several beautiful women! Fat pig Deng! Go investigate! Find out which reporter at this newspaper has jumped the fence—someone who's actually been so aggressive they've knocked out two of their front teeth. Make sure you bring those teeth to me personally! I want to see them!" "Yes After Deng led his team to retreat, Zhang Yупing arrived with a newspaper, threw it in front of Gao Liang, and Gao Liang immediately noticed it was the school's official newspaper. Prominent headlines caught his attention. He read the following news: "The Outstanding Student Scholarship at Kyoto University is facing unprecedented difficulties due to increasing withdrawals from its sponsors amid the ongoing global economic crisis. As a result, many students' scholarships are at risk of interruption. The university is now calling for broad societal support and sponsorship." "Guping! How much financial shortfall do you estimate for the school's scholarships?" Gao Liang asked. "I don't know the exact figure, but I just learned from the president that the school's operations are running unusually strained. While there's no major disruption in overall operations, the students admitted to Kyoto University are generally highly motivated, with one-third being economically disadvantaged. These students particularly rely on scholarships to support their studies. Should the funding lapse, it would significantly impact their academic and daily lives." Zhang Yuping's analysis made a lot of sense; he gave a thoughtful nod.