Zhang Yuping suddenly felt visions flashing before her eyes—wasn't that her husband? With a tingling sensation in her scalp, she walked toward Jin Yuanqiao. Jin Yuanqiao pulled Zhang Yuping into his car, where the Tibetan mastiff, Wang, rushed over to save his master. But to his dismay, he felt an increasing heat all over his body—oh, it was getting hotter and hotter. He sensed a fire burning within him, clearly caused by biting the sachet earlier. Watching the departing vehicle, after a vigorous barking, Wang slipped into a pond unnoticed and plunged into a furious soak. "Ha! That male dog is in heat! But I'm not going to overlook this stunning beauty right in front of me! Ha! Today's definitely a lucky day—my first national top campus beauty, picked up completely by chance!" Inside the car, Jin Yuanqiao watched Zhang Yuping's rosy lips growing more alluring, and his own penis already rising skyward. He couldn't wait to rush over. "No! You rascal! Don't!" How helpless Zhang Yuping felt—yet the car was moving swiftly… The scene shifts to Gao Liang. Where is Gao Liang? Just as Zhang Yuping was playing the ring-toss game, Gao Liang’s phone buzzed with a notification: “Little One!” Dong Jiao, the newly minted beauty star who had suddenly become a nationwide sensation, now finds herself struggling with an unrelenting loneliness after her meteoric rise. She craves companionship, yet every night ends with her alone, unable to fall asleep. This time, after finally making the journey from the exterior filming site of “Dreams Broken in the Red Chamber” to the capital city, she had set an automatic message to be sent at a specific time: “Husband! I’ve boarded flight K3816! If you’re free, come pick me up at the airport!” While Zhang Yuping was tossing the rings, Gao Liang calculated—there was still just one more hour until Dong Jiao’s flight would land at the Capital City International Airport. Indeed, he's swamped—his lovely, charming wife needs someone to accompany her, and his own celebrity wife also needs someone to welcome her. How wonderful it would be if he had two bodies! When will the elder sister finally be able to manage it? High-light couldn't think any further, so he simply slipped away unnoticed, taking the taxi straight for the Kyoto International Airport. Dong Jiao didn't know what to say. She just held the microphone offered by the crowd of reporters and said, "I don't accept any interviews. I don't want my private life disturbed! Please give me some space!" Dong Jiao struggled to move forward. Yet the fans wouldn't let her go. They immediately handed over notebooks and other items, asking for autographs. Facing the enthusiastic fans, Dong Jiao couldn't refuse—after all, her attitude toward reporters and fans was entirely different. Since the paparazzi revealed the incident involving her and Gao Liang last time, she had developed a strong negative impression of reporters. She generally refused interviews and declined to answer any questions. The more she did this, the more interested the reporters became. They began fabricating stories out of thin air, aiming to create sensational headlines. This only deepened Dong Jiao's contempt for the journalists. Nowadays, reporters take things that have little to do with the story and twist them into something dramatic, making them worse and worse. Where is the genuine, straightforward reporting? As long as they have money, they can create entirely false stories. Yet the fans are different—they are truly devoted to her. Dong Jiao is deeply grateful to them, some of whom she knows well. She recalls during the national selection for the lead role in "Dreaming of the Red Chamber," when these fans actively voted for her with many red tickets—their voices were so strong and inspiring. It was precisely this fan support that enabled Dong Jiao to achieve sudden fame. Although she had strong behind-the-scenes backing, a rising star's breakthrough isn't solely due to that—it also hinges on several key factors, especially the sheer number of fans, whose support from all over the country gathered into an unstoppable force, spreading Dong Jiao's fame far and wide. Dong Jiao has grown less delicate; even when tired, she remains energetic and enthusiastically signs autographs and takes photos with the crowds of fans who come to see her. One fan is deeply moved and gently tells Dong Jiao, "A-jiao! You must have a boyfriend now who cares for you!" This touched the deepest part of Dong Jiao's heart, yet she maintained a composed demeanor, glancing around and saying, "I'm truly sorry. My signature business card is missing. By accident, Dong Jiao checked her watch—she had already been off the plane for over an hour, and she hadn't seen Huang Guang's shadow yet. Even if Huang Guang had simply nodded to her from afar, giving her a small gesture, Dong Jiao would have felt deeply warmed. But such a moment never materialized. Her nose grew suddenly tender, and she felt the immense pressure of returning all this way, only to find herself reaching out to embrace her beloved man—only to have it all fade away. Huang Guang had been involved in an accident. The driver was a novice and had collided with an oncoming large truck. The taxi rolled over and crashed into the highway barrier leading toward Kyoto International Airport. "Crash!" A tremendous sound followed, then a thick plume of smoke. The truck caught fire, flames spreading across the sky, and Gao Liang was thrown several feet away. Fortunately, due to his specialized physical training, he was able to perform energy recovery even while injured. The large bouquet of fresh red roses he held had already soaked in blood, their vibrant red color stark and eye-catching. Beside him, the driver fortunately caught hold of Gao Liang's strong, steady hand as he was thrown—otherwise, he would have crashed into the scattered rocks along the highway embankment, likely dying or suffering serious injuries. Man, it seems I can't just let you go without giving you a good, hard lesson—this self-serving, money-driven fool. Gao Liang calmly handled the police inquiries, while they collected evidence and questioned him on the spot. After all the hustle, of course, Gao Liang came out unscathed, while the self-serving fellow ended up with nothing to show for his efforts—neither compensation nor justice. He deserved it! But Gao Liang's time was wasted. His clothes were a mess. Checking his watch—wow! He had to make it to the airport. Barefoot, he ran along the highway. The cars behind wouldn't stop, and Gao Liang, clutching the rose that had stained his blood, stepped through the blood trails one by one. Just then, Jin Yuanqiao was driving his car, carrying Zhang Yuping, who was flushed with excitement. With a slight downturn of his mouth, Jin Yuanqiao smiled coldly, "I'm going to kill you! Just now, you used your special ability—don't think I didn't see that! Hah! I'm going to crush you under my wheels! Your woman? She's mine now!" The sedan barreled toward him like a bullet. High Li felt the wind rushing past his back, "Master! It's urgent! Move aside!" Ying'er's urgent voice snapped him awake. He immediately roared, "I want to fly! I want to ascend to heaven!" Yet, High Li found it strange—why did his body merely drift upward, instead of lifting off as if he simply wished to fly? Isn't he now a god? Why isn't his ability working? Ying'er waved her angel's wings and pulled the master upward with a strong grip. With a sharp "crash," the sedan skimmed past him. Good thing! Good thing! If it weren't for Ying'er, he would have been completely finished. Carried by Ying'er, High Li still clutched the bleeding rose in his hands. "Ying'er," he said, "hurry! Take me to the airport!" Just as Ying'er was about to reply, a sharp scream erupted from the sedan, "No! No! Don't touch me!" "Hah! Hah! You're mine!" Laozi is about to—then that familiar voice grew weak. No, it was Zhang Yuping—I recognized it. Damn, it was Jin Yuanqiao, this lifelong rival.