Jingzi asked Gao Liang, but Gao Liang was momentarily distracted, and "Ah!" he exclaimed as the Japanese sword struck his arm. Jingzi screamed in alarm. Yet strangely, Gao Liang felt no pain at all. "Wait a minute," Jingzi's mother and Jingzi rushed over to check—wow, the Japanese sword that Jingzi's father had used was actually a plastic one. "Great job, young man! Truly impressive! I'm completely impressed!" Jingzi's father admired Gao Liang's skill deeply, as he was a well-known taekwondo coach at the largest taekwondo academy in Tokyo, having evaluated countless athletes and faced many elite competitors—yet none had ever surpassed him. This time, it had come effortlessly. He immediately became enthusiastic, raising his thumb in praise: "Great job, young man! You're lucky—you're really lucky! What a blessing for Jingzi! Haha! Truly the hope of our Fujita family!" "Dad! What do you mean by 'lucky'? What are you talking about? I don't understand!" Jingzi interjected. "Ah, young lady—starting from today!" You're just like this guy—no, like Gao Liang! Haha! A nice name! Gao Liang! I really like it! If you don't mind, I'd like to match my little daughter with you! And if you're willing, our taekwondo studio will be yours to inherit and carry forward! I'm so excited!" Mr. Shizuko's face glowed with joy. Mrs. Shizuko danced and waved her hands with delight, while Shizuko herself blushed deeply, her neck slightly lowered. "Dad! You're just making things up!" Yet, Gao Liang noticed that Shizuko was quietly smiling, cooing softly against her mother's embrace. "How do you feel about it?" Mr. Shizuko asked, looking at Gao Liang, who remained silent. In Gao Liang's heart, his true love, Ying'er, occupied every corner. He had been silent because he had been thinking about her. Actually, at that very moment, Ying'er was in a corner, quietly observing her master's every move. Master, do you care for me? You're a wonderful man—there will surely be many beautiful women in the future. Can you You said that as soon as you became king, I would be queen, and that you would crown me empress—was that truly true? Or merely a beautiful lie? Or just a soap bubble? After a moment of silence, Highlight finally spoke: "Uncle and Aunt! Zenko is indeed a very good girl, but you see, I and she are still just ordinary friends. I believe you have misunderstood." The calm tone of Gao Liang broke Zenko's heart, and tears flowed uncontrollably. How much she had hoped that Gao Liang would agree to her father's request, yet he refused—stating only that their relationship was that of ordinary friends. Thinking back to the time they crossed over to 1937, when they fought side by side, their shared sense of justice had transcended ethnic divisions, weaving their hearts together across time and space. When he embraced me tightly around the waist, bringing his chest ever closer to mine, I instantly felt myself to be his woman, and he, my man. Yet why, then, did Gao Liang refuse? As a woman of strong self-respect, his refusal felt like an outright disregard for me! Ahhh! Zenko struggled to hold back her tears and walked away with a sense of disappointment. Gao Liang, too, felt awkward staying in place and knew he had to leave. But Zenko's father said, "Gao Liang, have you seen my daughter's sorrow? She's truly heartbroken for you!" Although I sometimes been rather strict with her at home, it was always for her protection. Now, as long as a truly excellent man appears, I'll be completely confident in entrusting her to him. As for you, you must surely agree to her—otherwise, if you hurt her heart, neither I nor you will ever be at peace, because I have only one precious daughter! And all the achievements I've built over the years have been for her sake. Do you understand? If you proceed this way, you'll only disappoint our entire family! Gao Liang had never expected that Mr. Shigeko, though outwardly so commanding, was actually deeply devoted to both his wife and daughter—this was a kind, caring Japanese family, just like our ordinary Chinese families. Of course, Gao Liang couldn't commit immediately, merely to avoid making them feel sad, he gently replied, "Uncle, Aunt, this is indeed a lifelong matter. Moreover, I have many wives. If I marry Shigeko, I'm afraid I might disappoint her!" "As long as Shigeko is willing, we parents will never say a word." "Both of her parents said the same thing." Highao couldn't believe how quickly he was once again entangled in romantic matters, and immediately replied, "No, not at all! She won't agree!" Then a firm voice came through. Highao looked up sharply—there she was, Aiko, her eyes glistening with tears, her face deeply flushed, her teeth clenched tightly. Clearly, she had gathered great courage to say it. Ying'er remained in a corner, her bright eyes fixed intently on Highao's every move. What would Highao say? What would his reaction be? Highao's love for Ying'er remained unchanged and unshaken, yet, to avoid making Aiko's family sad, he thought wisely and replied, "Aiko, I understand your heart. I'm sure you also understand mine, aren't you? What we need to do now is face the upcoming nationwide talent competition together. We both have to win! I look forward to you and your sisters shining brightly!" Jingzi found herself moved to tears by Gao Liang's warm words, her happiness overflowing. "For the success of our performance tomorrow! Let's go together! Let's go! Let's make our young beauty showcase even more outstanding!" Yet, one person was still missing—how could she find a substitute so quickly? Time was running out, but Jingzi had a plan. With Gao Liang's hand in hers, she looked all coy and affectionate, saying, "I'll take you somewhere—I promise it won't be a wasted trip!" Gao Liang asked, "Where exactly?" Jingzi smiled and said nothing, only, "Come with me! There's something special in store!" Goodness, Jingzi had suddenly turned into a mystery shopper—what a delightful twist! How about some fun spots in Tokyo? "Don't look! Close your eyes!" As Gao Liang got into the car, Jingzi tied a black cloth over his eyes. Driving her own car, she took Gao Liang through the bustling streets of Tokyo, creating a beautiful scene of a graceful woman steering a handsome man. "Have we arrived yet?" Gaoliang asked. Jingzi giggled and said, "Not at all? Not at all?" The beautiful woman glanced sideways at Gaoliang. Gaoliang actually had the ability to perceive spiritual energy, so he naturally knew wherever he went. But in front of Jingzi, he had to pretend not to know. Gaoliang noticed carefully that Jingzi was smiling happily while driving, as if she were enjoying herself. Ha! How handsome is Lao Zi! Jingzi has been deliberately blocking Lao Zi's view—wasn't it all to give her a chance to glance at me when I wasn't paying attention?