When Gao Liang woke up, he found the car had already driven into a familiar place—wait, it was the entrance of Kyoto University! How come he was brought all the way here to the Kyoto University gate? "Husband! I want to go to university!" Chen Yuting had missed out on university after graduating from high school, so her dream has always been to attend university. Gao Liang remained silent. Chen Yuting shook her head again and said, "Well, it's just a wish now!" Just as Gao Liang was about to respond, his phone at his waist rang. He answered—it was Qiao's voice: "Master! Where are you?" Gao Liang listened carefully—it was Qiao's voice. He immediately asked, "Old Qiao, how's Longfeng Hall these days?" "Master! It's all my fault! There's been a major misstep in transferring funds overseas! I'm truly sorry to Longfeng Hall! Boss, please punish me!" came Qiao's voice, full of remorse. Gao Liang was completely puzzled. He pressed on with questions, but the other end remained silent for a while—then, suddenly, the Gao Liang sensed something was wrong—he would have to make a trip to Hanhai City. "Honey! Take good care of yourself in Kyoto! I'm leaving now! Please look after yourself!" Gao Liang said seriously to Chen Yuting. At the moment Gao Liang was leaving, Chen Yuting gently kissed him, and Gao Liang embraced her and kissed her passionately. Chen Yuting said, "Husband! No matter what, I'll always support you. Whenever you feel tired on your journey to becoming a god, come back to me!" Gao Liang was deeply moved, and the two of them continued to passionately kiss each other. The Ferrari sedan could automatically seal itself, closing tightly all around—its windows were so sealed that from the outside, nothing could be seen inside. Gao Liang and Chen Yuting had another passionate storm inside the car, the reflective mirrors capturing the tender, intimate scene of their love-making. Chen Yuting, with her gentle and flowing body, soothed the accomplished man before her, ready to give him everything—her whole self—whenever he needed it. Gao Liang was fiercely possessive, claiming Chen Yuting’s body. With Chen Yuting riding atop him, she swayed and rocked beneath his vigorous movements, her teeth biting into her hair, her eyes closed, breathing softly with a delicate gasp. Her ample breasts, like two lively orbs, moved up and down and side to side, creating a surge of passionate motion, as if the waves were rising and crashing. Meanwhile, Gao Liang watched as Chen Yuting, under his passionate embrace, grew even more radiant and alluring, her cheeks flushed with delight, and became even more cherished. "Ah! Mmm! Uh!" As they reached that sacred peak, Gao Liang poured his essence deep into Chen Yuting’s body. "Ah! Husband! I’m going to die!" My dear! I'm so satisfied! You're absolutely wonderful! I love you so much!" Under Huang Guang's passionate embrace, Chen Yuting's body softened like wet clay, her breaths shallow and fluttering, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, as bright and vibrant as peach blossoms. A beautiful woman nurtured by a strong man—like a bud unfolding into full bloom—now blossomed beautifully, radiant and vibrant. At that very moment, Huang Guang also felt completely relaxed, both physically and emotionally. After their tender, intimate moments together, they lingered, parting with deep affection and reluctance. As Chen Yuting watched her beloved husband leave, she thought to herself: "My dear! Go ahead and work hard and build your career! I'll do my best to support you from here on. Let's both keep striving together!" Immediately, Chen Yuting returned to Meng Zhu Hotel, continuing to manage and operate the city's five-star hotel with the dedication of a general manager. In Chen Yuting's view, doing her job well was her way of supporting Huang Guang. As for Huang Guang? He and Chen Yuting had enjoyed two passionate nights together, and found his body growing stronger, full of an inexhaustible energy. On the flight to Hanhai City, Gao Liang wasn't idle—he was engaged in specialized physical conditioning. Why? Because, despite spending the night deeply entwined with Chen Yuting, he had missed his morning at five o'clock routine practice. To Gao Liang, this was no small matter. Practice must never be interrupted; even if delayed by just one hour, it had to be quickly made up. Otherwise, it would negatively affect his internal energy. Regular practice strengthens the foundation, invigorates the mind, and maintains a balanced flow of energy within him, keeping his robust body constantly activated. Should practice be missed, the energy would stagnate and fail to circulate smoothly. Gao Liang was doing push-ups in first class, starting them as the plane began to climb. At that very moment, a girl sitting right in front of him, who hadn't fastened her seatbelt, lost her balance due to the plane's inertia and staggered backward. Gao Liang reacted swiftly—using one hand to continue his push-ups and the other to steady her retreating body. When the girl opened her eyes, she saw her back resting just three centimeters from the iron column—thankfully, thanks to this gentleman. "Thank you very much!" she said in fluent American English, her voice clear and sweet, like a bell. Gao Liang looked around and noticed a tall white woman standing beside him, with her golden curls casually falling over her shoulders—a classic American girl look. Her slender figure looked even more attractive against the perfectly fitted short dress. "No thanks! This is exactly what I should have done!" "You're welcome! That's what I should have done!" highlighted in English. However, Highlight's English was a bit awkward—after all, he hadn't practiced his spoken English much, so it wasn't very fluent. The American girl smiled at him warmly, then asked, this time speaking in Chinese, a bit stiffly, just as Highlight had spoken English: "May I ask, sir, what is your surname?" Highlight didn't want to reveal his real name, so he simply said his surname was Li, and his name was Gao Liang. The American girl widened her eyes, stared at him repeatedly, and finally murmured, "Li Loong! Li Loong, the one who created Chinese Kung Fu—what a remarkable figure!" Thought to himself: "I'm far more impressive than Li Loong!" Yet he didn't want a beautiful woman to equate him with the legendary Li Loong and make that connection, so he immediately stopped, picked up his pen, and wrote the name "Gao Liang" on the paper. The beautiful woman suddenly realized it—she never thought that in China, names that are identical in sound and even in spelling, yet different in characters, are so common. Chinese naming is truly fascinating! What a delight! Clearly, the woman had developed a growing interest in Chinese culture. "My name is Dai Mengna!" Dai Mengna smiled gracefully. Gao Liang had originally found the flight a bit dull, but upon meeting a white woman—absolutely beautiful and very appealing—he began engaging in lively conversation with her.