Ying'er could see from Gao Liang's firm tone, sincere words, and resolute expression that what he said was trustworthy. In fact, Ying'er is a delicate, slightly jealous beauty. She hasn't appeared for so many days not because she lacks interest, but because she feels that there are many beautiful women around Gao Liang, and the number is growing. Watching Gao Liang happily chatting and sharing tender moments with these women, Ying'er feels deeply uneasy. When Zhang Yупing left, and then Dong Jiao did too, and now Chen Yuting—though Gao Liang is unaware—Chen Yuting has made significant sacrifices for him, diligently managing the Dream Zhu Hotel in Jingdu City, the capital of Huaxia, and every night she falls asleep only after holding Gao Liang's portrait in her arms. Ying'er knows that the number of beautiful women around Gao Liang will continue to grow, and eventually surpass Wei Xiaobao. But among all these women, is there one who truly cares most for her? Could it be that the highlighted vow—"If I am king, I will make you queen, and queen of the heavens"—was a beautiful lie? Ying'er needed to weigh just how heavy high-light's heart truly was. Ying'er still gave our male lead a chance, offering her support and testing high-light at the same time. Indeed, with her hands infused with 6,000 years of spiritual power, Ying'er gently rubbed high-light's eyes. Naturally opening, high-light's gaze softened with deep emotion, and he spoke in a trembling voice, "Wife! I love you! Please never leave me! Never leave me! I've been so depressed these days!" Ying'er smiled gracefully, pointing to the two Japanese wives—Mi-hiko and Seiko—and said, "These two beauties are truly lovely. With them by the master's side, how could he possibly feel depressed?" "High Ryou said nothing, simply pulling Ying'er by the hand with a firm, commanding presence, his eyes fixed with focused intensity. At that moment, both Meguri and Shizuko saw them and heard the conversation, and were deeply surprised. Yet, High Ryou's entire attention was solely on Ying'er—this left the two beauties utterly flustered. How could it be? Beauties naturally hold grudges—how could High Ryou, always eyeing one dish while ignoring another? We are not mere items to be taken or discarded at his whim! Ying'er transmitted 6,000 years of spiritual energy to High Ryou, and he immediately felt a profound sense of ease. 'Master! Why don't you try it yourself?' High Ryou then performed eye massages on the 19 women. Indeed, Ying'er's celestial spiritual energy proved remarkably effective—the effects of the mesmerizing pills instantly vanished, and all 19 women swiftly returned to their normal states. Meanwhile, Meguri and Shizuko, however, had been deeply affected by the poison, alternating between periods of clear consciousness and sudden episodes of romantic infatuation." Moreover, the highlights appeared as if shrouded in ethereal veils, revealing the full power of the mesmerizing elixir—by name, it mesmerizes the mind. Regardless of gender, anyone who ingests its essence experiences an uncontrollable surge of passion. Without hesitation, both Meiho and Seiko extended their arms and surged toward Gao Liang once more. This time, Gao Liang did not reach out to support them; instead, he casually used a small parasol from one of the beautiful women to shield them. At that moment, the two women were precisely targeted and their acupuncture points were activated. The host had already announced the fashion walk segment. Ying'er had greatly assisted Gao Liang—by personally employing her 6,000-year-old spiritual strength to remove the mesmerizing elixir from Meiho and Seiko’s bodies. Yet, she herself became infected. When Meiho and Seiko regained consciousness, Ying'er was already experiencing the effects. High-light was deeply moved. Ying'er knew she couldn't lose her composure, so she waved her angelic wings, soared upward, and reached a height where viewers could no longer see her, gazing down at High-light and the beautiful women he had trained performing their walk. Thanks to High-light's exceptional training, the 21 vibrant young women from Tokyo University could display a variety of graceful postures, exuding elegance. Especially Mei-ko, who shone like a slender, bright moon, while the other women gracefully surrounded her, like stars encircling the moon. High-light himself masterfully assumed various refined male personas. The audience was amazed—many women gasped in awe. High-light's strong, powerful muscles radiated dynamic energy, truly embodying the essence of a manly, masculine presence. Today, dressed in a crisp white suit, wearing a gentleman's hat and leather shoes, he formed a perfect, striking ensemble with the 21 women, creating a stunning visual scene. The women's walk performance was truly magnificent. Gao Liang and the group of beautiful women began dancing. A thunderous wave of applause erupted from the crowd! At this moment, Xiong Ba Tian fixed Gao Liang with a scornful gaze—excellent! Despite having taken my Xiao Yao Mi Hún Dan and seemingly unharmed, I won't stop now. This time, I'll make you truly humiliate yourself! Xiong Ba Tian then gestured toward several rough men standing near the stage's edge. Those men extended their hands and scattered whatever they were holding toward the stage. "Not good! Master! Hurry! Have everyone stop!" Ying'er, watching clearly from above, urgently called out to Gao Liang, who was still fully absorbed in his performance—of course, this call appeared as a sudden prompt in Gao Liang's mindwave. Gao Liang was startled, his spirit senses sharp and focused—what? They were scattering glass beads to make us slip! Gao Liang was no ordinary man. As the glass beads rolled toward the 21 beautiful women, he roared, "I am the wind! I will control the wind!" "As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew toward the rolling glass beads. Just as the beads reached the stage floor, Houang was suddenly attacked from behind—someone was pouring adhesive! Once the adhesive stuck, the person's feet would become rooted to the ground, making it impossible to lift them. No matter how skilled Houang was, he simply couldn't manage all the attacks at once. Under these circumstances, Ying, already severely affected by the poison, used up her last strength to let a single tear fall from the sky—her angel's tear. With tears streaming down, Ying cried out, 'Master! Truly, I can only do so much more. The rest, I trust you'll handle yourself!' The scene then shifted to the stage, where Houang realized that the stage's grandeur concealed the intense struggles and negotiations happening behind the scenes." Just as he was shouting in dismay, a tear fell from the sky—Ying'er's tear. Gao Liang's luminous spiritual eyes saw it clearly. He knew it was Ying'er's heart, and he realized: no, he couldn't let Ying'er do this. It was dangerous—this was a clear sign of energy depletion. Yet, more glass beads were once again scattered across the stage by the guilty thugs. Gao Liang had to rely on his well-honed risk-management abilities to deflect them. But he was fighting on two fronts, alone. Meanwhile, the glue from behind was being continuously splashed onto the stage under the arrogance of another group of thugs. Gao Liang was truly stretched thin—he missed the tear, which slipped through the gaps of his fingers.