It truly comes as a surprise that Zhang Yuping has been so thoughtful and attentive to her. Just like Ying'er prepared that crisp, refreshing dish of steamed bok choy with chicken soup, which Liang always finds to be a rare delight. Once he found his beloved, his very first action was to get up immediately, even though his chest still ached faintly. After drinking that bowl of chicken soup, Liang felt an endless surge of energy, rose from bed, and took Zhang Yuping’s hand, saying, “Wife! Let’s go home!” With that, he firmly pulled her out of the hospital room, holding her tightly without letting go. Though Zhang Yuping’s hand ached from the pull, she willingly allowed herself to be led by this outstanding man. For half a year now, she hadn’t been held by a man’s hand at all. During those months, she had experienced constant loneliness and solitude—despite having a close relationship with her own parents, she often found herself deeply yearning and missing him when the night grew quiet and still. "You are my rose, you are my flower, you are my beloved, my cherished one..." A ring of Pang Long's phone sounded—this time, it was the phone at Zhang Yупing's waist that rang. Upon seeing the caller ID, Zhang Yупing immediately broke free from Gao Liang's grasp and hurried to a quiet spot to answer the call. After five minutes, she walked back to Gao Liang and said softly, "Husband! Please forgive me! I can't go with you! There's something here that needs me!" A gentle smile appeared on Gao Liang's lips. He said to Zhang Yупing, "In fact, I've already anticipated this—you're in America, and your family and your family business both depend on you! Very well! I'm leaving now. Wishing you all the happiness!" Zhang Yупing hurried after Gao Liang, calling out, "Husband!" But Gao Liang didn't turn around. As Gao Liang walked away, Zhang Yупing felt deeply saddened. At that moment, the phone rang again. Zhang Yупing immediately replied, "I'll be right there!" The scene shifts to Shendragon Company, where dealers from all over have gathered, surrounding the company gates so tightly that they're completely blocked. "We want our car payments refunded! Refund them now! Otherwise, we're staying here!" The angry crowd surged like a tide, leaving the company staff stunned. Sales manager Yang Chao immediately smiled and tried to explain things to them, but by now, no amount of explanation could make a difference. These dealers had settled on just two words: "Refund!" With no other choice, Yang Chao dialed Zhang Yупing's phone right in front of everyone. Zhang Yупing then hurried back in her car. As soon as she arrived, she was immediately surrounded by dealers, many of whom pointed directly at her, demanding, "Refund my purchase price! Compensate us for all our losses!" Knowing that urgency alone wouldn't help, Zhang Yупing raised her voice and sincerely addressed the crowd: "Everyone! Please rest assured!" "If indeed it's a quality issue with our Shunlong vehicles, we will unconditionally issue a full refund!" "Ms. Zhang! Look!" A dealer with a full beard handed Zhang Yu Ping a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle. On the front page, a prominent headline read: "Shunlong vehicles under quality complaints from customers; dealers across the country suffering heavy losses and forced to recall and remove them from shelves!" "Expel Chinese automotive companies from the U.S.! We Americans will stick with our own Ford vehicles!" One American dealer shouted, and soon, several others joined in chorus. "Even if we use Mitsubishi vehicles from Japan, we won't accept Shunlong's Chinese-made vehicles!" Another American dealer declared. "Made in China—pure garbage! We're demanding a boycott of Chinese products!" Someone in the crowd shouted. People's voices carry weight. Zhang Yu Ping now truly felt that before her lay a dire situation. Since coming to the U.S. six months ago and managing the family business, she had never felt truly at ease. Although she had transformed from a modest young lady into a wealthy heiress, Zhang Yurong hadn't truly felt happy. As CEO of the Shendragon Beauty Group, she felt extremely exhausted—overwhelmed and drained these days. Suddenly, Zhang Yurong felt a dizzy sensation, her vision blurred. She only heard someone shouting, "Ms. Zhang has fainted!" Then, she felt strong hands supporting her, her body resting against a solid arm. A familiar masculine scent washed over her delicate nose—something she hadn't smelled in six months, a scent that used to stir her heart. She couldn't open her eyes or rise from her position. Her soft, fragile body simply leaned against someone's shoulder, as if resting against a great mountain, full of security. Indeed! She heard a voice, clear and resonant, say, "Please be quiet! I represent Ms. Zhang and would like to make a commitment to all of you!" "If it's indeed a quality issue with our Shendragon vehicles, as long as we thoroughly investigate and confirm it, we will unconditionally issue a full refund one week from now!" His tone conveyed both firmness and sincerity, and the crowd immediately calmed down. Yet a few people still shouted, "Don't believe him! We need someone to guarantee it!" "Exactly! We only believe when there's a guarantor!" The crowd began to rally. Highlight stepped forward and declared, "I guarantee this personally, on my personal integrity!" But the person who had previously been vocal looked down his nose at him, scoffing, "Hmph! Integrity? Is that really worth anything?" Then, turning to the crowd, he deliberately raised his voice, asking, "What do you think? In our America, how much is personal integrity worth?" Highlight was genuinely surprised to find that in this society, such practicality prevailed. This is the naked money-driven society! How can an elder like Lao Zichi possibly matter? Without money, it's impossible—and absolutely impossible. It seems this time we can't go back right away—not for ourselves, but simply because of that sharp, cutting remark just now: "How much is a person's worth?" Damn it, the old guard has thrived in America—now let them see just how much a person's worth is. At that moment, the crowd suddenly lost control again, rushing toward the Shendragon Company's main gate. Gao Liang could do nothing to stop them. Then a voice stepped forward: "I'll stand by Gao Liang!" Gao Liang and the crowd turned to see—wow! It was her! She had arrived. Dai Mengna, the beautiful Dai Mengna, the star-like woman, the beloved public icon of the entire United States, now gracefully appeared before everyone's eyes. The one who had been so sharp and critical was instantly stunned—never in her royal-princess pride would she have expected Dai Mengna to defend a seemingly humble East Asian man. She immediately turned to Gao Liang and said, "You've had a lucky day today!" Then, she raised her arms to the crowd and cried out, "Let's go!" And with that, the crowd dispersed in a flurry. Highlight supported Zhang Yuping, who was unconscious, and simply said a quiet "thank you" to Dai Mengna before following Yang Chao directly toward Shendragon Company. "Wait! Highlight! As a guarantor, I have certain conditions!" Highlight heard Dai Mengna speaking from behind.