Yang Chao, this quintessential schemer, has been thriving at the company. He frequently accompanies Zhang Yупing to client meetings to discuss large-scale deals, quietly buying client favor by offering kickbacks, securing praise for himself as exceptionally intelligent, a business prince of high caliber, even arranging press coverage in the San Francisco Chronicle, where he's hailed as an outstanding entrepreneur. In short, Yang Chao is determined to build his personal brand, all in pursuit of winning the affection of his beloved. Zhang Yупing, however, is a simple and sincere woman—something that High Light genuinely appreciates. Yet this very simplicity is both an asset and a vulnerability, easily exploited by those with ulterior motives. Yang Chao, on the other hand, is a master of maneuvering and opportunism, a so-called successful businessman who thrives on strategy. Let's now shift the scene to the racetrack in San Francisco, back to the authentic racing venue, and hear the real story of our protagonist. Does it truly match Yang Chao's self-serving narrative? Listen to what the racer Mike says about our hero, High Light. "I lost!" "Fully convinced and completely satisfied!" Mike admitted openly in front of the reporters. Gao Liang only smiled and nodded. This was just a snippet, yet it made the entire American public aware that Gao Liang's racing skills were truly resilient—rising to meet challenges and ultimately becoming a true racing king. "I—I really didn't know you were so outstanding! Please forgive me for being so critical earlier!" Julie humbly apologized to Gao Liang, who simply laughed heartily and said, "After all, we're friends. How could I hold a grudge?" The remark instantly warmed the atmosphere, earning the reporters' heartfelt praise for Gao Liang's character. "Dai Mengna! He's a truly excellent man—you absolutely must keep him! If you don't, I'm going to take him!" Julie said with a touch of charm. "Hmph! I don't care if you take him!" Dai Mengna gave a slight sniff, glanced sideways with a look of indifference, pretending not to care—though in truth, she was clearly content with Gao Liang's handsome presence. Yet, she hadn't expected that, as soon as the girl who had just gasped out loud appeared, she deliberately offered her full chest to Gao Liang while asking for his signature—flirting with grace and charm, her eyes full of subtle longing. Gao Liang's immunity was truly weak, as Dai Mengna noticed his hands growing restless, reaching out toward the girl's chest. How could Dai Mengna bear this? She immediately rushed forward, becoming assertive, grabbing Gao Liang's hand and nearly dragging him along. Gao Liang quickly protested, "I haven't returned my signature notebook yet!" "I don't care! Get in the car—take me back to the hotel we booked!" With that, she pulled Gao Liang into the Shunlong Wang'er sedan. "Mike, she's so fierce!" Gao Liang felt like he was being kidnapped—only the kidnapper was a beautiful woman. "Haha! That's great! Just wish she hadn't taken me hostage!" Before Mike finished speaking, a pair of strong, firm hands squeezed him tightly. Looking over, he saw Julie staring at him intently—indeed, a woman like a tiger, no doubt. At that moment, Mike had been captured by Julie, just as a large white sheep is seized by a tiger. Only, while Demona was a beautiful tiger, Julie was neither unattractive nor particularly beautiful. Highlight was the kind of white sheep that every girl across the United States longed for, and Mike was Julie’s designated prey. The Hilton San Francisco Union Square Hotel is located in the heart of San Francisco, near the American Conservatory Theater, the Westfield San Francisco Mall, and Union Square. The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art and the San Francisco Museum of Asian Art are also nearby. After swimming, taking steam baths, and working out at the hotel's outdoor pool, the four checked into two adjacent rooms. Yet it was quite dramatic, as Hao Liang discovered that Dianema had originally booked a room adjacent to his—yet the front-desk attendant, noticing that the hotel was flooded with guests today, observed the couple's obvious romantic connection and proposed that they see if a room could be made available for Dianema to stay, at a reduced rate. Dianema naturally blushed, though she is a true American girl. In this open society, she still stands apart in one key respect: her most precious virtue, her chastity, must remain reserved for the person she loves most—the one she holds in the highest regard. Thus, even though she had been in a steady relationship with Peter prior to meeting Hao Liang, she had always maintained a careful balance. Peter himself had never even kissed her—only exchanged pleasantries. It was no surprise, then, that she felt jealous upon seeing Hao Liang and Dianema passionately embracing. In the United States, a girl like Daimeng is truly rare—just notice the highlights. Soon the night fell, and two couples entered adjacent rooms. Highlighting Daimeng's sapphire eyes, her golden hair, and her slender figure—her two peaks of noble womanhood seemed ready to burst through the front of her blouse—Highlight had long desired to win her over. He swept her into his arms, pressing his warm lips firmly against hers, while Daimeng returned his kiss, deeply in love with this Eastern man. With his broad tongue gently prying open her teeth, their delicate tongues danced wildly, each drawing nourishment from the other, their chests pressed tightly together. "Oh, those perfectly round and full peaks! I've been dreaming of them for hundreds of nights!" Highlight quickly removed Daimeng's upper garments and unfastened her pearl-bud bra. Two streams of bright, creamy milk spilled from her nose, glistening and flowing out. As he reached to touch them, they felt incredibly soft and elastic. Both hands immediately got busy, kneading, shaping, and manipulating her two large breasts—flattening them, smoothing them, lifting them, and pressing them. Daidemona felt a tingling sensation all over her body, her eyes glistening with desire, her breaths growing shallow and soft. Wow! A top-notch American beauty even more impeccable than a model! Today, Gao Zi is finally going to make his move—haha! He's literally picked up an American wife by accident, and she's absolutely perfect. At this very moment, his vibrant, flushed smile truly shines, revealing his most authentic self—because he truly needs a beautiful companion. Zhang Yurong, though beautiful, often feels a bit suffocated when spending time with her in the U.S., whereas with Dai Mengna, he feels completely at ease. As he eagerly anticipates this moment of bliss, his heart races with excitement. Just as he's proudly pulling down one-third of his underwear, feeling the lush, inviting spring charm of Mengna's body, a phone call comes in—Dai's. She answers it, then hangs up, and upon waking up, she's utterly stunned by what she sees. She quickly stops Gao Zhi from continuing to pull his underwear down, saying, "Gao Zhi, stop! Stop!" "Why?" "Surprised, she asked, 'Didn't you promise today that no matter what I asked, you'd agree?' 'But now I can't!' Daina whispered softly. 'Never mind! I'm a man! I want it now!' Highlight didn't care about any of this—he boldly pulled Daina's underwear off in one go. But a sharp slap landed squarely on his right cheek, strong enough to make him see stars. Highlight was stunned! Looking at this suddenly unfamiliar Daina, recalling how she had 'brought him in' to the hotel, he found it utterly incredible—didn't she intend to do exactly this, the thing that makes couples fall deeply in love? Yet now, the delicious opportunity had slipped away again, and he was left hanging, waiting. At that very moment, a fierce struggle was unfolding in the adjacent room, with soft gasps and creaking bedboards conveying a clear message. Do it when you want to. Love when you feel like it. This is entirely natural—human beings are not mere plants, how could they be indifferent? Gao Liang was deeply dissatisfied, and Daimeng naturally sensed it. She said nothing, merely wiping away tears, and gently kissing Gao Liang, embracing him with tender warmth.